Mad Lemmey's Painting Blog

As they stood round the bed, he heard them... "Well, out of the two of you, you definitly got the brains!" "And looking at that shoulder, you've probably got the brawn too now!" The Knight opened his eyes to see the Fox Force standing round, grinning. His shoulder stung, but at least he could move both his forepaws, so that was a plus. He doubted he would yse his axe with full force from now on. Even the crisp, white, light sheet felt like it was pressing his arm down. At least the sunlight streamed in. "Did we succeed?" His voice was croaky, hos throatbwas dry, he must have been out for days. "Well," His sister, The Mage stroked her chin under the mask she habitually wore, "Master Toad had gone a courting..." "But his attention had wavered, and he decided to stay away away from home," the Warrior added. "His father, Mr. Toad, must not have liked that, he was paying well for his son's return!" Laughed the Ra...

 The large leverett approached the table she sat at, and, clutching soft cap in paws, coughed politely to attract the Fox mage's attention. "What do you desire?" The fox looked round, her face shielded by a white mask. Whether this made her more or less scary than the scars it hid was a matter of debate. The leverett whispered quietly, and placed some pennies on the table. The vixen mage  smiled, almost kindly, reached into her cloak, and with a flourish of sparks, placed a silver necklace embedded with semi-precious stones on a cloth in front of the wide-eyed hare. It glowed slightly with a white and green aura, "It will help her, but won't cure her fully, she needs a proper priest and lots of fresh air and baths for that..." The young hare n9dded, took the proffered item, and scuttled off. The Vixen made a sign to Roddy Pewt, the Newt, the owner and (partial) namesake of the bar. He reached under the counter, and produced the crystal goblet and bottle of v...

"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...