Recent content by Captain Gyles F. Stowett

"Full o' surprises, aren't we, Master Stowett?" He stared through squinted eyes, barely able to make himself look, shocked to find the rapier buried to the hilt in her midriff where he'd thrust it. Cold, terrifying cold. Freezing the liquor from his veins. Gyles broke the surface again...

Ready for review, @Duke Talinn Ryalor

"We'll take the launch and leave the other boats. That'll carry twenty-four of us. Land there, at that rocky point, and make our way to the village from the north. Reconnoiter and return to the Hide post-haste." Gyles indicated the headland to the right with an outstretched arm as Lieutenant...

Gyles was on his way to rendezvous with Talinn Ryalor when he heard a shout over the other screams and cries. A curmudgeonly shout. His and the fox gunner's eyes both tracked the shattered remnants of the canoe flotilla. There it was again. Definitely curmudgeonly and of a familiar sort of...

Gyles beat a hasty dash below, where the gun crews already awaited direction. He scanned the semi-darkness for the Master at Arms. Verrian. Where was he? It didn't matter. No time for it to matter. His paw fell to his rapier hilt. Gyles froze. Outside, the waters churned with blood and danced...

Though he couldn't stop a smile up his face at the young Silvertongue's antics, plenty was eating Gyles Stowett. He eyed Morgan. What the deuce was she about? First hats, then cake, now bloody dancing? Either she was mad, or the shrews were. At this rate, we're as liable to smoke the old peace...

"Aye, an ambush," Gyles repeated, standing straight with his paws clasped behind his back as the wind off the sea buffeted his ears. The senior officer nodded grimly, though the junior's unabashed doubt forced a thin smile to his face as he counseled the youth. "You know, Mister Songfox ...

Gyles stopped searching for hats. His own ... pinnguu, a less-decorated version of the Duke's, would surely be of little use. If Talinn's "covering" hadn't pleased the little buggers, well, surely his own would be insufficient a sacrifice. A chill went down his spine as he picked out something...

A tardy welcome back to your Hide, wayward mariner! These old planks haven't forgotten ye!

Gyles raised an eyebrow. "Prisoners, eh. Them two desperate lookin' numpties brought aboard last night?" The two hadn't said a word since their arrival, in chains, to the Golden Hide's less-than-accommodating brig. They'd kept their eyes to the floor, either out of sullen defiance or terror to...

Gyles mulled over the information in silence. The general intent of the Ministry of Innovation in sanctioning this venture was not unknown to him, but this new revelation of an idol and its power lit a spark in the sometime inventor's spirit. How long had the Minister of Innovation known this...

For a moment, Gyles still had his eye on Ralynn - her enthusiasm, even overzeal, for the punishment notwithstanding, the rabbit boatswain would need some education in the bird's eye view of things if she was to become a more advanced officer- a great Navy creature knew when to focus on the fine...

Realizing what Vihmastaja was doing, the young stoat officer hastily averted his eyes before the whole show was on display, flushing slightly. Only a few short days before, it seemed they had been back-to-back, fighting shadowy villains in Bully Harbor's alleyways and rescuing a Duke. She'd...

The Stowett scion nodded, though he cringed internally. More noble politicking, it must be, having a lead commissioned officer dispatching summons like some errand jack. He did not, however, allow one single whisker to twitch out of turn. He had endured worse - far, far worse. He could live with...

Gyles shook his head slowly in wonderment, taking in the ferret's grandiose, almost comitragic performance. Was she trying to tie her own noose? What in Gormad's galoshes was she playing at? As first officer of the Golden Hide, and more, half a noble, he might say a few words. To be seen as...