Mad Lemmey's Painting Blog

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...

"Dearly beloved," the mole priest adjusted his glasses, looking at the small casket, surrounded by candles, on which were balanced a curved sword, a small shield and an empty helm, "we now commend the soul and mortal remains of the warrior, Berry Town the Shrew, to his final rest. Born free, captured and enslaved, freed, took down his old slave master. A small shrew, with a great heart. He had a great many adventures, but most of all, he was a valued by his friends who mourn him here today; and his cousin Abi Berry the Shrew, who will miss him dearly. May the Great Mother be with you all." He closed up his holy book and gestured to the assembled creatures of The Free Beasts of the Well of Ashes, "If you care to join us in the Tithe Barn, we will have a few nibbles and drinks to toast his spirit being, at last, at rest." The gang, dressed in their funeral clothes, solemnly trooped through to the barn. Weapons and equipment had been safely stored. A fine sp...

The Big Yin sat on a stool sewing a new buckle on to a leather belt. Doing little jobs like this gave him time to listen, think and plan. Right now he was listening to Wild Robbie Barratt who had just returned from a scouting mission with the news of this new warband and it’s latest fight. ‘This new gang the ‘Barbaric Pedestrians’. Gods they sound like a right bunch of posh boys.’ said the Big Yin. ‘Girls.Their leader is a Border Collie called Honey. All blond hair and fancy clothes,’ said Wild Robbie, ‘They took on Bowie and L’Otter and didn’t do so well.’ Those names bought a snarl to the lips of the Big Yin. He carried a dozen or more scars from battles with that warband. ‘Why should we get involved?’ He asked, to the other member of the warband. ‘We’re never going to side with Bowie, are we,’ said Lucy, the warbands Mage. This was a statement not a question. The Big Yin nodded, that would NEVER happen - far too much blood spilt between their two warbands for that. ‘And as th...