Recent content by Duchess Dusk Rainblade

Dusk would readily admit it: the showmanship was impressive. This beast certainly knew what he was doing when it came to controlling the ambience. More and more she was certain that there was no true paranatural ability in his craft, which, oddly, was comforting. Dusk knew how to deal with...

Dusk listened to the beast's affirmations, one ear tuned to skepticism, the other to sensation. He was good, she had to admit it. Even if he was a fraud, his manner of speaking made one want to believe that it was real. His words were like honey slathered over an open wound: sweet, and...

Dusk listened skeptically to the hedgehog's routine, dissecting it for any hint of true understanding or power. In truth, much of it seemed the sort of generic mysticism that easily hoodwinked the foolish and those not in the know. Vulpinsulans were so credulous, they would believe about...

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Dusk raised an eyebrow as she observed the strange beasts and their even stranger abode. So far she hadn't seen anything that would have sent her scrambling for a parallax net*, but still, she was proceeding with her eyes open and alert. None of the trinkets on his back were any of the known...

Tultow obliged, heaving with all of his strength and barking commands to his marines to help haul Vihma and Gyles back aboard. When they appeared at the edge of the rail, the marines ran to grab the beasts and haul them aboard. Somebeast had finally thought to grab blankets from the crew quarter...

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(Technically closed to myself and Thistle, but if you have interest and any ideas in how to join, just shoot us a message :3) "Alright Marisha, what is so important that I needed to be called back from tea with my son?" "My apologies, Minister. If this were not escalated to me-" "Yes yes, 'if...

Tultow, for his part, stood by readily with the line, ready to throw. At Ralynn's command (why did it feel slightly pleasing, to have a woodlander giving him a command? The transgressiveness of social order was oddly pleasing), Tultow tossed the rope out as far as he could, trying to land it...

Lieutenant Tultow, the stoat officer in charge of the marines, watched the carnage with a bright, cheery satisfaction, the inner kit in him delighting as wooden shacks and canoes were reduced to cinders and splinters. This was what the engine of progress looked like: an unstoppable machine...

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So far looking good! :3 for your awareness, at this point the VI is in a very nacent stage of industrialization. Steam engines are being pioneered for industrial purposes and now for naval locomotion, but factories, such as they are, are still in their infancy, and most production is done in...

Dusk smiled, turning to her husband. "Why of course, husband dearest. He's all yours." She put her paw on his upper arm, letting the digits wrap around his coat. "Just like you're all mine." She let her claws dig in a little bit, sure they wouldn't be nearly as sharp as her words.