Recent content by Drummond "Crayfish" Grogg

Grogg howled as he was set upon by the Cravat Theives as they went after Arthur, receiving several bites and scratches in the scuffle. "YUAAAARGH! Gerroff o' me ye varmints. Yar be h'attackin' me!" The nips and claw strikes waned as Arthur was subdued. Grogg felt as some beasts tried to lift...

Grogg didn’t mean to get involved... Truly, in his mind, the logical next step was to crumple slowly into a corner and disappear into the wallpaper. But when the dapper rat's paw dipped into that infernal box like it was full of jelly sweets, something inside the stoat snapped like a rotted...

Most of Grogg's monologue about his delusions of importance to the story at paw fell on deaf ears. As well as they should have of course. There was a bloomin' bomb being held by an unhinged rat! Despite the corpulent ex-captain's mental unclarity to his current situation, this fact did *in...

Grogg took in the scene before him as he swayed unsteadily in the doorway. What sat before him were 15 or so beasts, most of whom were garbed in performers attire and sporting fancy cravats. Any other beast in anything less than equally fancy attire would have felt out of place in this...

Grogg positively gurgled in delight at the proposal put forth by the Wildcat Sargeant. An invite back stage for the newly appointed star of this production!? And by direction of the Fogey themselves? AND for the prospect of Chocklit? Things were all moving so fast for our corpulent hero...

Grogg was silent for a moment, a rare thing for him all things considered, before bursting out in raukus laughter. "Haharrharrharr!!! That be a good'n matey. 'Taint be all that illegal if'n errybeasy on the streets be sayin' it!" he guffawed at the rat officer as he retrieved his lost monocle...

Grogg brandished his hideous fishy meal as if still holding his saber, but his expression took on a hurt expression. His spotlight performance had taken a turn - from him being a villainous murderer, headed to the gallows by the Fogey playing judge, jury and executioner - to being the foolish...

Grogg howled in rage as he stood up, taking one of the arm rests with him as it clattered to the sticky ground as he turned to address the belligerent Fogey Queen interrupting what had become quite an enjoyable performance up until this point. To become part of the performance himself-and as the...

Drumman Crayfish Grogg was exactly the sort of lout the Bouillabaisse Opera House wished would never darken its doors, and yet, here he was. Wedged into one of the cheap seats, his bulk overflowing like an over-risen muffin in a tin, he sloshed a cheap tankard of spiced rum in one paw and...