Mad Lemmey's Painting Blog

"What was it we heard them say: 'Looks like a nice village, be a shame of anything happens to it!'" Smalls the Stoat muttered under his breath, "not the sort of thing you say when visiting a place." Matilda the ferret shook her head, "Why are we here Sir Dereck?" The aged stoat veteran hefted his axe and looked at the gang of stoats, weasels and a ferret as they tooled up, "Someone told us Rufus the hound, and his gang, were in the neighbourhood we've been hired to deal with them, and oh boy, did they need dealing with, and we are being paid extra to cut their supply lines." "You mean help ourselves to their kit!" Laughed the mage Teddy the Stoat, his sword sniggered nastily too. "Right, everyone ready?" "Matilda the Ferret, Teddy the mage, Eddy, Neddy, Smalls, Sir Dereck, Ron the Weasel, Gilly Weasel, Fred Weasel, and Harry." "Yeah, we know who we are!" Teddy groaned. Neddy looked out fr...

The cell was not the worst place he had ever been, it was light, airy, had a view over the riverside as the sun was setting and mist was gathering. After all, being a rat brought up in the sewers, this, with a bed, a blanket, food and quiet night without anyone snoring had been bliss! "Tell us, Herr Kimlor, what have you been doing?" Three plump inquisitors had hardly squeezed into the cell to question him. Himlor settled back on the bed, grinning. "Foul deeds, as you would expect. Some fool left a pay chest unguarded, it was the usual straight race to find it." The first inquisitor, a plump squirrel, steepled his paws. "Who were you with necromancer? Tell us " The rat grinned, revealing rather too many pointy teeth, "Oh, my apprentice, an owl thrall, and a few friends I've made..." The second inquisitor, a rather over weight pug, snarled, "How are you controlling your undead pawns?" "Strangely, I don't do most of the contr...

Mal looked round through a haze of medication, as he came round in the medical beds of good ship 'The Tranquility' as it slowly moved through the sea. "What... How... Yeah." Zoe looked across from the other bunk, "Afternoon, Captain, glad to see you breathing on your own again." Simon Taan, the newt doctor on the Glowworm class ship, looked up from his notes, "Don't be going standing up too quickly Captain, I would appreciate not having to repair those stitches." "Just be reminding me, what in the name of all that is shiny happened out there?" The weasel captain propped himself up on one elbow to look up, wincing slightly. A pair of grey whiskers poked round the doorframe, the newest crewmember followed through, the water vole, Reverend Goatherd Brook, brought fresh drinks, "Locating and securing that loot in the ruins, then counting it before moving it on the 'Tranquility', delayed us loading." "Noted, next t...

The crew of the Sloop 'Tranquility' sat on the abandoned barricades, swinging their legs and taking it in turns to swig from a couple of bottles of rum, nearly all talking in unusual drawls as they were discussing their day . "Am I right in being thinking that we were due an easy first mission?" Jayne Korncobb, the shrew warrior growled from under his knitted hat. "That be our thinking," his capatin, Mal Ratholds, a tall and slender Pole Cat looked out over the village from his vantage point, "a nice, easy, job. In, loot, go." "Not quite how we were envisioned it," Zoe, his first mate Otter took a sip and passed it on. Inara, the courtesan/assassin mouse, sat up from reclining on an upturned barrel, "Handsome warband we were against, all very classic types. Led by a 'Mr. Toad', the local landowner, thinks he's something, that's a criminal cover if I ever heard one. Muscle in the form of a hulking great armoured badger...