Mad Lemmey's Painting Blog

The fire crackled in the bar, spitting as a few walnut shells flew in. It was a warm summer's evening, so the warband stretched leisurely in front of it on different sized chairs rather than outside with the locals. Various creatures sat round, discussing the day's business, some wore variously bright and colourful uniforms of foreign uniforms matching their Germanic accents, slightly soiled and others very bloody in some cases. "Cheers all, a good day," a grey mouse grinned. The leader of the group, Hannibal, habitually chewed a large liquorice stick. Including him, several of the warband had fresh cuts and bruises, but most looked fresh and unscathed. "Being hired to guard six points in the town, great for funding." "Well, that was a tight one!" Aimee, a small shrew, propped her drink back onto the table. "It's alright for you, Hazel, you spent the day guarding the windmill with no-one bothering you, while some of us have nothing to sho...

As the Golden Hour slowly faded to dusk, the Fox Force was settling down in their camp for the night. A series of ruins in a small glade had attracted them, on a fine pavement and an ancient mosaic had distracted the mage. A nearby well had provided a welcome drink, while the fire crackled and sang. Little did they know that they had been followed to this locale by a band called the 'Regulators', Royalists, led by the notorious swords dog, Rufus The Hound, but missing their muscle of Hartley Hare. "It fascinates me, how these creatures could ever have survived.." She mused about the figures depicted on the mosaic, as the warrior fox prodded the fire and the rest of the force busied themselves getting ready to cook and rest after many miles on the road.  The ranger sat up suddenly, whiskers and nose twitching, ears scanning the horizon, "Grab your gear, we have company!" Scrambling to reach the long chest in which all their equipment had been stored, the Rang...

Deep in the cellar of The Garrison, the Squeaky Blinders regrouped after their first outing in the area. Most nursed cuts and grazes, a few deeper injuries the Jerimiah Cheeses had treated. "Oi thought yow said grabbing that paychest was an easy run Tommy?" Arthur the stoat complained, a mad glint in his eye. "'How was Oi to know there were three other gangs after it at the same time, and two of them were tooled up, brother," the gang leader munched on his habitual carrot while leaning back against a barrel of XXX, his hat tilted over his eyes. "Good thing we had the lay of the land before hand," Clarrise added from near the stairs, picking up a tray of goblets. "Yeah, we knew the chest was somewhere in the dumped supplies in the middle, just a matter of scrambling to get at it," John the adder slithered in through a hole, several sticking platers covering the length of his body, "why are we down here, the bar upstairs is nice and warm...

The gang sat round the cozy fire, snacking, toasting chestnuts and reminiscing about the latest fight. "Three gangs, that was heavy." muttered the new hedgehog Prickles. "The two of the main Royalists and a new gang in the neighbourhood, Pi-rats, they had a lot of style" Martyn the mouse mage added. "Bien to 'ave a new target," giggled Arimouse the mouseketeer with a grin. Nibble McPhee, the new mouse highlander in teh gang, lived up to his name with his chestnut, "Seven rats, unusual. Coming in from our right." "The Royalists were opposite us, those two birds, Bobby the hound and Bucky the hare, a new weasel with a nasty club, plus Rackness the racoon hunter." "Sir Oliphant's warband on our left, all ten, and Syd and Synthia nearest to us" Pebbles added from her chair, one leg strapped up and on a stool. Straight away, Flash looked up from his drink, "Derek the archer moved up quickly, glad I got a shot off at ...