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It was late in the evening when Amnesty found her way to the infirmary again after discharging the rest of her duties, and her body ached as she deposited her armful of various herbs, ingredients, and bottles beside the well-used mortar and pestle that already stood atop the table there. Less...

Amnesty paused just outside the door of the galley, her stomach grumbling and a roil of emotions accelerating her pulse and threatening to give free rein to nausea despite her hunger. How long had it been since she had sat down at a feast? With comrades? In celebration? Oh, there had been...

Amnesty couldn't have said what made her aware of Alwyn's gaze on her, only that in the midst of the all the rest of the bustle and chaos she knew with remarkable certainty that she was being watched, and that it was the tall lieutenant doing the watching. She did nothing beyond taking note of...

Amnesty had the fleeting thought that proper naval etiquette probably didn't involve your letter of recommendation being clenched between your teeth. But it was too late for that now. She stood straight. She saluted. She tried very, very hard not to drool on the envelope. And she waited for the...

If Amnesty was less in control of herself, she might have uttered a faint whine. If anybeast had just heard a quiet, high pitched sound, surely it was just the creak of the ship. And if her grey eyes widened with something like consternation and her ears tucked back momentarily against her...

It took a moment amid the rest of Darragh's patter, but at the stoat's mention of a possible letter, Amnesty uttered a quiet 'oh!' and then bent down to slip her paw into her rucksack, withdrawing it a moment later with a plain, white envelope. "Yes! I do have a letter. He said to give it to...

Cryle Rascallo, the epically swashbuckling navigator of the BlackShip.

Proud and scrappy. The sort of beast who might grow up to do great things-- for good or ill-- if she managed to grow up at all. Amnesty slipped her paw into her own pocket as soon as the young gecko removed hers (and her other paw into the pocket on the other side) so that it could almost be...

As the deck came alive with busy crewbeasts, Amnesty took a shred of frightened comfort in the busy press of bodies. None of them were alone. Hold fast. Hold together. She found herself near the big todd, Lorcan, and took an instant to offer the faintest nod of greeting-- and to let a little of...

"Treating his arm," Amnesty confirmed, and her paws already moved with steady speed. Tourniquet, bandages, careful examination. And-- 'gates! How had she missed that dagger earlier? She slipped one paw in to close on the weapon and draw it away, and the small pouch he was still gripping while...

It crossed Amnesty's mind at that moment that she had knowingly met exactly three members of the crew of the Golden Hide, and every single one of them had required some sort of medical attention. Well. Darragh appeared to be fine enough, but she had also just witnessed him getting half-flattened...

Amnesty stiffened. She had seen too many beasts relax like that just to die moments later, as if their bodies were too weak to remember how to hold onto the tiny thread of vitality. And she wasn't going to let the mouse do the same without a fight. "No, no sleeping yet, friend. Open up those...

"Hell's teeth, Liza, are you--" But the mouse was already waving concern away and Berchar moved almost as quickly to clean the spilled tea. And apparently Amnesty herself had moved with a remarkable amount of her own speed, as the vixen found herself crouched beside Liza, her own teacup...

Someone pushed up through the crowd beside Amnesty, and the white fox had only a moment to think that she had seen the sable before-- the orange-patterned blanket cape the mustelid had just unclipped was wonderfully distinct-- when someone shouted from right next to her and she became suddenly...

Colonel Beksa Shorechild General Questions What is the purpose of this NPC? Colonel of the Alton Bay outpost, mentor to the younger officers Is this NPC unique, elite, one of many, etc? Colonel Shorechild is an elite, a beast who worked her way up through the ranks by the strength of her...