Yri Kaumolainen dreamed of being a great hunter like his father and his father before him. Yri lived with his parents in depths of the lush forest. As Yri grew up he watched his village swell and grow with newcomers. One day Yris father gathered the family around and said that they were going to move north deeper into the forest. His reasoning for this decision was that the village had grown too large for the hunters to easily support the populace from hunting/gathering. So off the went into the wild north. After an unknown amount of time they found a good spot to settle and began building cabins. As they were almost finished with the main house and a storage building Yris parents dissapeared. They said that they were going to gather berries in to forest while Yri worked on the cabins, but that night they never came back. In a worried state Yri packed up some useful items and set out to search for his parents. He wandered east, but never found any sign of them. Eventually Yri decided he was done looking for his lost parents and settled down by a lake to build his own home and start his own life.
Here begins the adventures of Yri.
Yri set about to build a cabin, we was well equiped with axes from his father. He subsisted on berries and the occasional small forest animal that he was able to shoot with his homemade shortbow and stone tipped arrows. He worked and worked on the cabin and eventually finished the small dwelling. He sat back and mused at his fine works. All the while he was working on the cabin a knawing worry kept bothering him. He felt that maybe his parents were taken by raiders to be slaves. He decided that this same fate would not happen to his eventual family so he built double fences around his house and between the fences he dug pit traps. Satisfied that he was protected and well established he set off to hunt. After several days of hunting, tracking, and sniffing about the forest he found a herd of forest reindeer. Yri crouching down snuck up to them and let fly a barrage of arrows. After the sky had cleared he looked and there were no reindeer left in the clearing alive or dead. So Yri set out to follow the tracks of one until he could catch it. Finaly after several hours of sneaking through the forest he came across the reindeer and killed it with his bow. After thanking the forest spirits for their generous offer he skinned the great beast, cut up the meat and hauled it all home, where he promptly smoked it.
Several monthes passed and now it was winter, Yri spent the remainder of the autumn hunting and prepairing furs. After several occasions to trade with foreign traders he had aquired some decent ring armor and had made a nice full body suite of bear fur clothing. In the first week of november Yri strapped on his skis, grabbed his longbow and bastard sword and headed north to hunt for a few weeks to replenish his stocks of food and hides. Yri would travel for a day, then that evening would stop build a shelter and cut firewood all the next day. He continued this routine until he was far into the north with a chain of shelters stocked with firewood behind him. He spent several weeks in the north hunting and ambushing the occasional raider until he had a stock of furs, meat and odd bits of gear from the raiders. He was satified with his haul so he packed up all his newfound gear and began leapfrogging from camp to camp on his journey south. After several days of travel Yri was still several days away from his home and he was tierd, and worn out from his journey. He skied along doggedly but half asleap. Suddenly he heard an evil chuckle and looked up to see he had stumbled into a raider camp by mistake. 4 raiders gathered around him fingering thier weapons. Yri dropped his furs, food, and odd bits of gear and drew his longbow. Ffshew! An arrow flew and dropped the first raider in this tracks. The other raiders leapt on him and as he backpeddled he drew his bastard sword. In the process he took several knicks and cuts that managed to pierce his armor. He swung his bastard sword down in a huge arc and split one raiders head in two. The raider dropped but one raider with a bow had crept behind Yri and now loosed an arrow into Yris side. Dropping to one knee and gritting his teath Yri fought on. By this time the whole raider camp had been alerted to the sounds of battle and came running. Yri was surrounded by 6 raiders with one behind shooting his bow and a stream of them coming from the camp center. Yri cut off the arm of another but the raiders were too many they pulled him down and beat him and slashed him to death.
THE END......oh, poor Yri

I see now why you are so willing to have the game note about njerpez camps. This has happened to me once, but I ran away and the njerpez didn't notice.
Good story.