Mad Lemmey's Painting Blog

"So, let me get this straight," Sir Dereck mused from a log next to the campfire, "We went up against four other gangs, and no one is injured?" "I took a crossbow bolt to the arm," Neddy interjected. "It scratched you bruvva!" Eddy dug him in the ribs. "Even Matilda was still standing!" Ron the Weasel added, "Oi!" A hazelnut shell landed firmly on his nose. "Moss Port, who would have thought that flea scratch town would stand up to Pi-Rats." Teddy scratched his whiskers. "Impounding their ship while they were in a pub having a meal was a bold move." "Yeah," the White Monk looked over from his text, "offloading their booty and auctioning it on the market sqaure was bound to cause issues". Smalls leaned over, took a peak at the holy book, wrinkled his nose and added "Especially without arresting the rats first." Matilda looked up from her hazelnut "Rats reclaming a ship, do...

The Freeferrets sat at the bar enjoying many well-earned drinks, each stoat, weasel and ferret had wry smiles on their snouts as they thought about the day's gains. "You know, my head, it feels much clearer now," Sir Dereck grinned even though his face remained scarred, "finally, I remember all." "About time too!" Smalls and Matilda chinked their glasses together in celebration, "it was rather worrying us." "It was nice of that new gang to set up camp in the middle of town," Teddy nuttered from his pint, "we got right round them so quickly." "There were three of them..." Neddy shook his head as if remembering a horrific incident, "Three..." Eddy groaned, looking somewhat bruised, "Maybe we should have scouted them out to see what type of gang they were?" Matlida dug him in the ribs, "Yes, three badgers was a bit of a shock!" "Three FULLY-ARMOURED badgers, that's insanely t...

As dusk fell on Snodborough-on-the Tissue, the stoats (and one ferret) gathered round their fire at their campsite under the old stones that gaurded the hill above the hamlet. Each cleaned weapons, prepared food, and thought back over the previous few hours. "So, what happened?" Sir Dereck asked, rubbing the scars on his head. "'E's gettin worse ye know!" Teddy sighed. "Do you wanna explain this time?" Neddy looked up from prodding the fire, a small bandage round his arm was the worst of his injuries. Matilda, the ferret, looked at the old boy with sympathy. Not only had he suffered another serious wound, but he was definitely not his former self. "I'll do it," she sighed. "Royalist enforcers, we had a run in with them, trying to push us out of Snodborough." "Hate those Royalists, took my land you know..." "Oh" Sir Dereck smiled, nursing his side, "did we win?" Teddy chirped in "Seeing as ...

Smalls proffered a paw to the downed Matilda. "Not again! Why me?" she moaned, shaking her head, "Anyone catch the number of that cart?" "Aye, you got away with it!" Smalls grinned, "You're hardened and fearless all over." "Did we get the chest?" Matilda asked as she dusted herself down. "The big race for the centre was on, everyone scrambling for to look for it." Smalls mused. "Can't believe the paymater forgot that!" Matilda scratched at her withered arm, the snake bite still ached after all this time. "Thankfully Neddy was bang on target, hittin' that hare at that range was impressive!" Smalls smiled. Sir Dereck got to the centre first, he may be old, but he can certaily move, especially in heay plate armour. I found a good tree to lurk behind and observe" Small grinned. "Yeah, then he got got hit hard by an arrow from their rabit hunter. We really need to think about how to deal w...