Recent content by Colonel Harvon M. Jere

The Colonel thanked the lad and took a careful sip from the tea, letting it soothe his throat in between the puffs on the cigar. It was a fine beverage, but only further added to his growing... spiritual disagreement. A veteran of M.A.U.L., welcome in the home of Miklarians. For all his talk of...

The Colonel tipped his head and took another pull on the cigar, curious about what the jovial marten intended to say but pleasantly surprised at his appreciation. "Yes." the fox said in a puff of smoke. "But not originally. I hail from a place called Mesmeros, an island nation far to the west...

The Colonel nodded with a small smile to the Furotazzi at the golden fox's remark. "Please do." he said, and his green eyes glided over the big fox for a moment. "You are very handsome. Yes, the Imperium has changed immensely since my first days to Her golden shores. Our... tastes, were not...

The Colonel crooked an eyebrow at the suddenly much more interesting conversation. Even the military had its secret society of what was termed "molls", pansies, sapphists and the like. The Navy also, but they were legendarily far worse at hiding it. Colonel Jere had been known on occasion to...

The old fox looked pleasedly over the little shop, its pretty clothes, its neat, organized chaos, his brush tail wagging slightly. As he walked to the center of the room, he took a deep breath, taking in the scent of the dresses, shirts and trousers, the bolts of silk, flax and cotton, the...

The fox looked over the young one who was so certain on what he wanted, or thought he wanted, at least; Jere knew Aran's mind might change once he was made to part from his family for training, or when he saw combat for the first time... by then, however, it would be too late. The Imperial Army...

"Hm." The Colonel looked over the humble little shop, painted in its pleasing Miklarian yellow, and felt his heart twinge. How many of the soldiers who'd met his blade or died under his command came from places like this, from families that loved them and waited with baited breath for their...

"One can do worse than the Imperium." the fox said, puffing on his pipe as they got onto the main road, walking past laborers heading to or from work, kits playing hoops and ball, linens being put up on clotheslines, and a ratess sitting plucking a mandolin on the stoop of a derelict house...

The old todd thought on this awhile, his cane clicking against the cobblestones as they walked, and he thought of an answer. It was a hard question, one he'd asked himself before but had never had any decent answer for. The Colonel had family still in Mesmeros, had visited them in the 1740s...

The Colonel nodded casually along to the description of the rat Silvertongue was searching for as he smoked, faintly amused at the idea such a rough-sounding rat lacking in that many appendages could share the foppish fox's company, much less 'handle' much of anything. He knew plenty of capable...

The fox gave Aran a hard look, exhaling smoke from his nose before speaking. He decided he would answer both questions. The first one the marten asked had a bite to it that seemed to have briefly surprised both of them. The Colonel figured that one deserved an answer to. "I fought for the...

"Hm." The Colonel shrugged his broad shoulders. "No need to apologize for keeping in good shape, lad, I commend you on it." He lit the pipe, and clasping its stem in his teeth, the old todd held the match out, a big, rough paw guarding it from the wind blowing through the new holes in the...

"Hm." Jere said. "I've never had much opportunity to speak with Miklarans in peacetime." The Colonel seemed distant for a moment, hard memories taking forefront in his mind, shining in his eyes. Then he gave a nod, and took out his pipe. "Repairing my jacket and providing an old fox some...

The Colonel lowered his cane. It tapped audibly against the stone as he returned its end to the ground and leaned against it. His limbs burned, his joints and unhealed injuries ached. He gritted his teeth through the pain. Do not touch the medicine. Not in front of them. He clenched his paw to...

The Colonel gave a cursory glance over the marten's form, and nodded, pleased. "Good lad." Turning to face the clump of young foxes, he slid into a looser battle stance to consider his injured leg, his red, black and white brush swishing. The old fox then lifted his whale ivory cane, and hefted...