Species: Argonian | Starting Conditions: Skyrim Survival Mode | Faction Friend: Hadvar (Imperial)
I began my snowy misadventure by choosing to play as an Argonian—because if you’re going to freeze to death, you might as well do it with gills. I followed Hadvar through the tutorial section, politely ignored the chaos around us, and activated Survival Mode the moment we hit daylight. Bad call? Maybe. But immersive? Absolutely.
As we made our way to Riverwood, Hadvar told me about the Imperial Legion while I was too busy picking every flower in sight. Gotta prep for the alchemy I’ll never actually do, right?
On the road, I got ambushed by two wolves and was bitterly disappointed when they dropped nothing but pelts. No meat. What kind of survival game lets you starve next to perfectly good wolf shanks?
I made it to the Guardian Stones and spent way too long debating between the Warrior and Thief stones before finally choosing the Thief stone. Because nothing says “stealth archer” like shouting from the bushes and missing half your arrows.
Speaking of arrows—I took on Embershard Mine using a mix of bow, fire magic, and good ol’ iron mace and shield. Found a Ring of Sneaking and a Ring of Archery. Took both, naturally. Equipped the Archery one, because priorities.
Stamina and magicka were running low, so I scarfed down any food I could loot, like a true culinary scavenger. Also had to drop a bunch of gear after becoming over-encumbered and unable to run. It was either the extra sword or dignity. Dignity lost.
Made it to Riverwood, met up with Hadvar again, got a warm welcome and a bunch of gifts from his uncle, and picked up a quest from the Riverwood Trader to find the Golden Claw. Also bought a backpack that mysteriously increased my lockpicking skill. Skyrim logic.
I ended the day sleeping in a borrowed bed, leveling up, and realizing I’d been playing on Adept difficulty the whole time. Might be time to bump that down to Apprentice. Survival’s hard enough without bandits being Olympic javelin throwers.
