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"Dear Supervisor Effington,

I hereby write you this letter to declare my resignation from my position as High Field Observer at the Imperial Menagerie of Adelheimm, May It Never Fall, effective IMMEDIATELY.
While I do appreciate and value everything I've learned and the plenty of essays and studies I was allowed to make (among which, may I remind you, my INVALUABLE, 2000 pages long magnum opus on the extremely rare Three-headed Swamp Drake.) at this facility, however, as of late, I feel like both my person and my extensive knowledge have been turned into a sheer mockery by YOU and my peers.
NEVER have I felt a more grueling humilation than when I was assigned to assemble an expedition to the Altumur Grottoes to observe and study the lives of the Cobulus Griseo, more commonly known in peasant-tongue as the Kreedling. For over 30 years I have documented more of the local fauna than anyone at our Imperial Menagerie, risking my very own LIFE approaching such specimen as the graceful Green Lake Nymphs, the enchanting Butterfae, the elegant Waspsnakes of Fretora AND the Three-Headed Swamp Drake, and yet, though I've helped advance our understanding of these creatures by DECADES, the Kreedlings-expedition has been by FAR the most EGREGIOUS experience of my CAREER.

Let alone the fact that I was forced to travel through a clammy jungle while being a buffet for the local MOSQUITO-POPULATION to reach my destination, the two months I've spent observing these gods-forsaken critters were a waste of YOUR resources and MY precious time.
These creatures do NOTHING but eat, breed and be a general nuisance to the nearby jungle villages. I'd like to compare them to the garden-variety Cobulus Viridis, however, after this expedition, I must offer my compliments to the green goblin community, for compared to the Kreedling, they are a flourishing FOUNTAIN of wit, intelligence and cunning.
I' recall the time I had the dubious honour of following one of their so-called "hunting parties". Now, you'd expect a hunting party to plan out their hunting grounds, track their prey and then exhaust it until they can kill it and take it back home. Not a Kreedling hunting party, though! Whenever a Kreedling gets into the mood for a hunt (or whenever it gets HUNGRY) he runs off into the jungle into one particular direction - followed by hungry others of his kin - and - like a herd of mad cows - they will not stop running into that direction until they either come across prey, or until they PERISH of starvation, exhaustion or exposure to the elements. And even if they catch prey, there's an extremely high chance they will be completely incapable of finding their way home.
The hunting party I followed was an utter WASTE of THREE WEEKS OF MY EXPEDITION, and it was all for NAUGHT as they ran headfirst into a relatively shallow creek and all DROWNED, ending up with ME having learned NOTHING OF SIGNIFICANCE. I so do hope you understand my IMMEASURABLE frustration, Supervisor Effington.

After I spent ANOTHER week finding my way back to my campsite outside of the Altumur Grottoes - with two days on top of that to recover from a FEVER I received from those CURSED MOSQUITOES - I felt brave enough to venture inside the caves and look at Kreedling society up close.
As should go without saying, there IS NO KREEDLING SOCIETY. Having made their homes in the largest caverns they could find, they reside there building an enormous disgusting pile of REFUSE and FOOD SCRAPS, which they use as housing. Kreedling-babes are put as far into the pile as possible, so they can nurse on the scraps and be protected from the elements, and they only come out when they've grown into adults. And whenever a Kreedling is not out hunting, or being huddled together with their THOUSANDS UPON THOUSANDS of brothers and sisters in a cavern screeching endlessly, they are BREEDING. The only reason these PEANUT-BRAINED EVOLUTIONARY DEAD-ENDS haven't died out yet is BECAUSE THEY ARE SPENDING ALL THEIR TIME BREEDING. Rarely have I ever been witness to such an ABOMINABLE scene, not even when I was making a study on the eating habits of the Gore-Devouring Phallician Worm.

And beyond that, I feel almost OFFENDED by these creatures, as they like to turn the proud and everlasting human civilization into a complete CARICATURE, as they use discarded clothing, weapons and other items they found or looted from the local villages to play DRESS-UP like CHILDREN. I've observed one of them sitting on a throne made of CHICKEN-BONES, wearing a parody of the garbs of our GLORIOUS EMPRESS, May She Ever Last. How do they have the GALL?!

I hope you do clearly understand why I'm resigning from my position at the Imperial Menagerie, for I will NO LONGER COMPLY to being assigned HUMILIATIONS LIKE THIS. My expertise is suited for creatures of BEAUTY and ELEGANCE, like the Three-Headed Swamp Drake, so I am absolutely CLUELESS as to why my peers and YOU, Supervisor Effington, have sent me on this NIGHTMARE. YES, maybe I DID treat my colleagues at the Menagerie not as kind as I should have, and YES, maybe I DID punch Lord Gaston Dale-Markendam when he reprimanded me for my behavior, and YES, maybe you HAVE caught me plagiarizing most of my work from the writings of Ergos the Elder up to six times, yet I have apologized SINCERELY ever single TIME, so I feel like I'm ABSOLUTELY UNDESERVING of this kind of TREATMENT.

I will now seek new employment, somewhere I'm certain my endeavours and talents will be RIGHTFULLY APPRECIATED!!!

I wish thee farewell,

Karyn Obermeister,
former High Field Observer of the Imperial Menagerie of Adelheimm, May It Never Fall."

- A fiery resignation letter from a former High Field Observer that to this day is still framed in the office lounge of the Imperial Menagerie of Adelheimm, and is one of the few documents that provide some insight on the life of the Kreedling society.
Karyn Obermeister was never seen again at any of the other Menageries on the continent, however, a tavern wench that fit her description was spotted in a back-alley establishment called The Voluptuous Goose.

(Pssst, this is yet another redraw because ya boi is still uninspired as heck. Here's the original from all the way back in 2013!)

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"Dear Supervisor Effington,

I hereby write you this letter to declare my resignation from my position as High Field Observer at the Imperial Menagerie of Adelheimm, May It Never Fall, effective IMMEDIATELY.
While I do appreciate and value everything I've learned and the plenty of essays and studies I was allowed to make (among which, may I remind you, my INVALUABLE, 2000 pages long magnum opus on the extremely rare Three-headed Swamp Drake.) at this facility, however, as of late, I feel like both my person and my extensive knowledge have been turned into a sheer mockery by YOU and my peers.
NEVER have I felt a more grueling humilation than when I was assigned to assemble an expedition to the Altumur Grottoes to observe and study the lives of the Cobulus Griseo, more commonly known in peasant-tongue as the Kreedling. For over 30 years I have documented more of the local fauna than anyone at our Imperial Menagerie, risking my very own LIFE approaching such specimen as the graceful Green Lake Nymphs, the enchanting Butterfae, the elegant Waspsnakes of Fretora AND the Three-Headed Swamp Drake, and yet, though I've helped advance our understanding of these creatures by DECADES, the Kreedlings-expedition has been by FAR the most EGREGIOUS experience of my CAREER.

Let alone the fact that I was forced to travel through a clammy jungle while being a buffet for the local MOSQUITO-POPULATION to reach my destination, the two months I've spent observing these gods-forsaken critters were a waste of YOUR resources and MY precious time.
These creatures do NOTHING but eat, breed and be a general nuisance to the nearby jungle villages. I'd like to compare them to the garden-variety Cobulus Viridis, however, after this expedition, I must offer my compliments to the green goblin community, for compared to the Kreedling, they are a flourishing FOUNTAIN of wit, intelligence and cunning.
I' recall the time I had the dubious honour of following one of their so-called "hunting parties". Now, you'd expect a hunting party to plan out their hunting grounds, track their prey and then exhaust it until they can kill it and take it back home. Not a Kreedling hunting party, though! Whenever a Kreedling gets into the mood for a hunt (or whenever it gets HUNGRY) he runs off into the jungle into one particular direction - followed by hungry others of his kin - and - like a herd of mad cows - they will not stop running into that direction until they either come across prey, or until they PERISH of starvation, exhaustion or exposure to the elements. And even if they catch prey, there's an extremely high chance they will be completely incapable of finding their way home.
The hunting party I followed was an utter WASTE of THREE WEEKS OF MY EXPEDITION, and it was all for NAUGHT as they ran headfirst into a relatively shallow creek and all DROWNED, ending up with ME having learned NOTHING OF SIGNIFICANCE. I so do hope you understand my IMMEASURABLE frustration, Supervisor Effington.

After I spent ANOTHER week finding my way back to my campsite outside of the Altumur Grottoes - with two days on top of that to recover from a FEVER I received from those CURSED MOSQUITOES - I felt brave enough to venture inside the caves and look at Kreedling society up close.
As should go without saying, there IS NO KREEDLING SOCIETY. Having made their homes in the largest caverns they could find, they reside there building an enormous disgusting pile of REFUSE and FOOD SCRAPS, which they use as housing. Kreedling-babes are put as far into the pile as possible, so they can nurse on the scraps and be protected from the elements, and they only come out when they've grown into adults. And whenever a Kreedling is not out hunting, or being huddled together with their THOUSANDS UPON THOUSANDS of brothers and sisters in a cavern screeching endlessly, they are BREEDING. The only reason these PEANUT-BRAINED EVOLUTIONARY DEAD-ENDS haven't died out yet is BECAUSE THEY ARE SPENDING ALL THEIR TIME BREEDING. Rarely have I ever been witness to such an ABOMINABLE scene, not even when I was making a study on the eating habits of the Gore-Devouring Phallician Worm.

And beyond that, I feel almost OFFENDED by these creatures, as they like to turn the proud and everlasting human civilization into a complete CARICATURE, as they use discarded clothing, weapons and other items they found or looted from the local villages to play DRESS-UP like CHILDREN. I've observed one of them sitting on a throne made of CHICKEN-BONES, wearing a parody of the garbs of our GLORIOUS EMPRESS, May She Ever Last. How do they have the GALL?!

I hope you do clearly understand why I'm resigning from my position at the Imperial Menagerie, for I will NO LONGER COMPLY to being assigned HUMILIATIONS LIKE THIS. My expertise is suited for creatures of BEAUTY and ELEGANCE, like the Three-Headed Swamp Drake, so I am absolutely CLUELESS as to why my peers and YOU, Supervisor Effington, have sent me on this NIGHTMARE. YES, maybe I DID treat my colleagues at the Menagerie not as kind as I should have, and YES, maybe I DID punch Lord Gaston Dale-Markendam when he reprimanded me for my behavior, and YES, maybe you HAVE caught me plagiarizing most of my work from the writings of Ergos the Elder up to six times, yet I have apologized SINCERELY ever single TIME, so I feel like I'm ABSOLUTELY UNDESERVING of this kind of TREATMENT.

I will now seek new employment, somewhere I'm certain my endeavours and talents will be RIGHTFULLY APPRECIATED!!!

I wish thee farewell,

Karyn Obermeister,
former High Field Observer of the Imperial Menagerie of Adelheimm, May It Never Fall."

- A fiery resignation letter from a former High Field Observer that to this day is still framed in the office lounge of the Imperial Menagerie of Adelheimm, and is one of the few documents that provide some insight on the life of the Kreedling society.
Karyn Obermeister was never seen again at any of the other Menageries on the continent, however, a tavern wench that fit her description was spotted in a back-alley establishment called The Voluptuous Goose.

(Pssst, this is yet another redraw because ya boi is still uninspired as heck. Here's the original from all the way back in 2013!)

JOIN MY DISCORD: discord.gg/RCCcR8v FOR FANTASY-HORROR ART DISCUSSION, CHALLENGES AND A TON MORE.

Support Me on Ko-fi and get a doodle at your request, made by yours truly!

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