Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150608200409/@comment-5583506-20150611030434

My dearest little moonbeam.

''When and if you are reading this, you will probably be too old or too busy with family and work to imagine what kind of adventures your mother experienced in her youth. But know that this one has been continuously writing these pages for your sake, mommy's little cub.''

''This time is unlike any other situation Ra'Mira has been through though, but nevertheless she plans to get herself out of the trouble and back to you as soon as possible. Draugr, you see. More of them than you could possible think of. She had to escape their clutches and seek refuge in the wilderness. But Khajiit doesn't want to upset you or scare you with details, because frankly: if you are reading this, then you know that your mother got out safe and sound.''

''There are other people here accompanying Ra'Mira as well. One of them is a big brute who is anything but pleasant. This one is sure he has his reasons, but that's no excuse to behave rude to people who are merely trying to help. There is a Nord woman here who shares this one's passion for beverages... and probably gets drunk twice as fast, Ra'Mira reckons. Heh!''

''The rest of the group is a mix of people from different races, but there are other Khajiits here as well. Twin siblings. Fancy that? At first this one thought them to be generally suspicious, but when they later came back with a fresh catch of meat for the rest of the group to consume, her disposition of them have changed... at least she hopes so...''

''This one will continue to keep your future self updated. Whether this one is still alive or deceased when you are reading this, my brightest little moonbeam, know this: your mommy loves you very much and she is so proud of you.''

Ra'Mira loves you.

As the Khajiit found herself to be done with the diary page she felt a tear trickle down from her cheek. She hadn't noticed that she had been crying while she was writing it, until after she had finished.

"By the Moons, brother!" gasped Rakhara and covered up her muzzle with her arm. "That reeks!"

Rokhan growled angrily as he ripped out the innards of the boar with his bare hands, seeing as they were sitting quite tightly within the body. It was now skinned, gutted and ready to be cooked onto an open fire.