Mad Lemmey's Painting Blog

Sitting by the light of candles, the Mage looked around. her party lacked a member. "Where is the Warrior?" she asked from beneath her mask, as she took a drink from a golden goblet. "Not seen him since he went off wandering," the Knight replied, sharpening his axe on  whetstone; much to the discontent of the other denizens of the bar. The Armadillo with No Name picked his teeth with the skewer that he had had a grub from. "He said he was helping out a trade caravan."  The Ranger looked at the Knight and hissexunder her breath, "Put the axe down, you are scaring the locals!" There was a thump as the axe was placed on the floor. various animals suddenly took a lot more interest in their drinks and food. "You might want to read the mission briefing next time Knight," the Ranger laughed, the mood lifted, "you were told that the victim was not to be harmed." "Victim, you mean fugitive." The Knight shook his head, "...

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...

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...

Looking out over a valley, a small settlement nestled below them. Three dog foxes lay in the sunshine while two Vixens sat, back to them, looking at the view  "It was a nice little village that," the Ranger tossed a pebble down the hill. "Pity three other gangs thought the same" the scared vixen mage grinned.  "The badgers, yuck, four of them!"  "It was the Royalists of der Valk's Persuaders.that did the hurt to us though," the Mage ignited the falling pebble, then froze it in mid-air with a flick of her paws.  "They were a tough bunch those  Dutch Royalists, at least three zweihanders, one being an otter," the Ranger mused  "Think my noble brother was more concerned about the badgers coming in from our left. The Brockton Militia was holding a grudge against us," the Mage pointed a withered hand back at the three snoring fox warriors, some with what appeared to be plasters on fresh cuts and scratches.  "They should ha...