Recent content by Credence Moody

"Sailin' beast," says Credence simply with a wide smile. Of course that would probably be obvious to anyone who looked at her. Or even had a vague idea about how sailors looked and behaved ashore. "Navy gives ye meals an' a place to sling yer hamock. Can't say no to that," she adds with a...

Credence gave a happy chuckle at the friendly tap of the lizard's tail and sank back into her bench seat, apparently much mollified after her brief violent encounter with the wooden outfit. Glancing between hedgepig and the slim fox who was... Ministry of Justice? Now there was a dab assignment...

"If'n there was a way to make the powder better or finer, so it burned faster it might be able t'shoot the ball further without increasin' the size of the charge, but I ain't no alchemist..." The transition into what amounted to gun-obsessed shop talk was more than welcome to Credence. The only...

"It ain't?" The poor searat sounded confused by this revelation, certain as she'd been that somebeast had deliberately tripped her up to make her look foolish in front of these people. Why someone would do this had not yet managed to penetrate the alcohol-fog settled over Credence's brain and...

Stumbling out of the evening dimness, there came the sound of creatures moving down the street. A sailor, perhaps, judging from the ribald and rude lyrics of the song that was being belted out involving the delights to be found ashore after a long trip at sea. Though she hadn't a bottle in hand...

"Arr. I'm sorry to hear it matey," Credence allowed with an awkward shuffle of her paws as she tried to focus on not putting her paw in her mouth over such missteps! Thankfully the fox seemed happy to move on and not dwell on his misforune. "Well, the accuracy is helped if'n your ball is...

I'm signing Credence Moody up as a gunner/ Master gunner's mate , she does dearly love her guns (and is probably aiming to be the Gunner, or in our parlance Head/Master Gunner eventually).

Ignore this! Gonna throw Credence on Blackship.

"If'n you want to use your tools, don't let me stop ye," Credence replied with a shrug. Her hand rested at her hip as the fox pulled out his design sheet. She leaned over to peer at the drawing with all of its notes and details, squinting. Her letters were... passable. She could write her name...

It took a moment for Credence to comprehend some of the fancier words Kaii was using and she frowned, her brow furrowing as she looked around the bore in the sunlight streaming through an open gunport, seeking out any obvious deformation, cracking, rust, or flaking paintwork. "Eh? I mean, I...

Would love to add Credence as a Senior Seabeast! I kind of envision her as a quarter-gunner which is kinda like. An Armorer's Mate's Mate, but I don't think there's an equivalent here.

"Oh, aye, mate. Happy to help--though if this crew knows their duty they'll take proper care of th' guns, I'd wager--" Credence says with a warm grin and moves over towards the cannon that Kaii stands next to. She leans over it with a pursed-lip expression of concentration on her face, peering...

Credence dipped her head, not quite deferential and she doesn't bother to knuckle her forehead--she has clearly discerned Kaii is no officer. She patted the cannon again and straightened to look back at Kaii. "Credence Moody. Senior Seabeast. Been workin' with guns for a while and they told me...

It had been a long run ashore for Credence, but with new orders to report aboard the Golden Hide she was relieved to finally been getting away from the various problems that naturally plagued any sailor who stayed on dry land too long. Those mostly being money owed for gambling, free spending of...

Hi there! My name is Mila, she/her, and I'm a newcomer to VI, but am excited to play around with a quite nostalgic premise. I was a longtime reader of the Redwall books from the time I was quite small and used to be active in some online Redwall stuff nearly twenty years ago, so excited to see...