Reniril's 1st Letter! (Reniril Zimrabar's Letters Home, #1)

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OOC: This is, I hope, the first of many posts chronicling the life of my new character, Reniril Zimrabar! I've been very inspired by Urahra's long-running diary for Tanith and wanted to take a stab at doing something like that myself. Rather than doing a diary, I thought it might be fun to format it as letters instead, as my character's backstory is that she is a distant cousin of the Ildon Zimrabars who, after some undefined incident made her mother unable to raise her at home, has moved from her country life to live in the big city. Hopefully I will be able to get in the habit of writing these letters weekly! As Reniril is still too young to write the sort of deep, character-reflecting posts that I tend to prefer, I've created an NPC from the Ildon aviary who can help her write letters until she's old enough. Hope you enjoy my terrible MS Paint drawings that really look like they were drawn by a six-year-old!

Dear Mrs. Zimrabar,

 

You don't know me, but the name's Angus, and I'm one of the mailmen here in jolly old Ildon. Your daughter Reniril came to me and told me how she had just moved here from your farm to stay with your big-city relatives, and how you had asked her to send letters back home. She brought a bunch of pictures she'd drawn of her adventures so far, and she was awful keen on showing me all of them and explaining them. It's a slow mail day today, so I offered to write up an explanation of each of the drawings for you, as Miss Zimrabar hasn't learned her letters well enough to write a whole letter yet.

 

Drawing #1 - Race in the Fields

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It seems that Miss Zimrabar arrived here in Ildon only a couple months ago now, where she was met by young master Aedryn Zimrabar, whom Miss Zimrabar takes great delight in calling 'Apron' instead. Aedryn is a fine little fellow for Miss Zimrabar to spend time with; he's a friendly and polite sort, and it seems they've got on well. After taking Miss Zimrabar to her new quarters (which she describes as being small but cozy, within a house much fancier than she is used to), Master Zimrabar invited her to take a trip to the Barrowlands, where the Zimrabars maintain a cottage. They took along Master Zimrabar's dog, Quill, a hound that Miss Zimrabar seems to have much affection for. It was there, in that valley, that Miss Zimrabar first caught sight of the walls of Alduun, which made quite an impression on her, as I imagine it would any man. She then played a game with Quill in which she ran across a field as the dog chased her. She became quite excited at recounting this story, to the point that I couldn't quite get a picture of all the details, but it seems that she reached the other side quite miraculously before the dog caught her, a moment which is depicted in her attached drawing.

 

Drawing #2 - Apples and Odors and Ologs, Oh My!

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I was hesitant to recount this story to you, Mrs. Zimrabar; as a father myself, I know I would react badly to hearing that my little daughter had tried to befriend an olog. Nevertheless, things seem to have turned out all right, and Miss Zimrabar was very insistent on me letting her send you this, in her mind, hilarious incident. Be you assured that the Zimrabars and everyone here in Ildon are doing our utmost to keep young Miss Zimrabar safe. It seems that upon her first visit to Alduun, she came upon this orc - a truly monstrous specimen towering several times her height - shaking the trees at the capital's entrance in order to retrieve the apples that hung on their boughs. She snuck behind a tree and watched him secretively for a while, until an errant apple knocked her in the head, and she was spotted by the olog while making a dash for a new hiding place. She spoke with the brute and learned that his name is Kronk. He seemed simple-minded but friendly to her; I cannot speak to how accurate this assessment was on her part. Nevertheless, to my great relief, it seems that a party of nobles who live in the capital then happened across the pair. It seemed that Kronk was content to wander off, but before he left, he seems to have released his bowels and produced a truly foul odor whose stench I shudder to even imagine. That moment, of course, is what you can see depicted in this drawing.

 

Drawing #3 - Oh, To Be A Pirate!

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Let me ease your heart; Miss Zimrabar has not become a pirate - yet! Only a week or two ago, she paid a visit to Edrica, which is a residence maintained by the House of Greye just by Ildon on its beachy shore. While sitting on the beach, she happened to meet a Sorvian named Marzipan. This Sorvian I have met as they are friendly and inquisitive, and I believe they shall prove to be a good friend to Miss Zimrabar as well. They spoke at length on a number of subjects, but a love for and interest in the sea emerged for both of them, and it seems they got caught up in a flight of imagination, imagining themselves sailing the seven seas as pirates hunting skeletons and all manner of darkspawn upon the waves, with Miss Zimrabar as the captain and Marzipan as her trusty first mate. I must say that the two of them look the part! Ildon is the perfect place for a young mind to take an interest in a life on the sea, so I do hope they shall find ways to nurture that interest without turning to piracy!

 

No doubt it won't surprise you to hear that Miss Zimrabar could have drawn and told me stories all day, each more fanciful than the last, but I think that these three best convey to you how she is adjusting to life in Ildon. She seems to me to have settled in well, already making friends, and she is an inquisitive young lass with boundless energy and an appetite for learning. I will be teaching her some basics in how to swim in the next day or two; with the city itself built on the water, being able to stay afloat is a necessity here, and it will enable her to board and explore some of the ships that are moored farther out in the bay. Perhaps I might even be able to send her out to deliver mail eventually, so she can earn a bit of an allowance. I will be sure to remind her to write you every week and will help her out in writing until she can write well enough to do so on her own.

 

Miss Zimrabar sends her love (and hugs and kisses).

~Angus of Ildon

Edited April 27 by JediMaestro