Recent content by Emilia T. Brudenell

@Willard Brudenell The stoatkit giggled uproariously and repeated a naughty word he'd heard before as he went for another sweet. "Pahahaha, papa, you rotter!" Emilia clucked her tongue, but had no time to properly reprove before Willard knelt beside her, and her concerns momentarily melted...

@Alwyn Ryalor A mole servant polishing silver in the hall sent the lieutenant in a better direction, having known the young Nuori to prefer the small but handsome guesthouse when it wasn't in use. The stoatess and her chosen headquarters ranked of teenage angst, and smelled faintly of old...

Emilia's lips drew into a frown as the fox held the scroll out to her. She didn't take it, leaving it extended and hanging there as she continued to weed. It was clear she didn't approve of the young lieutenant bringing up his father, especially given her already fragile emotional state that...

""Oh! Alwyn," Emilia said, standing and brushing the dirt from her dress. "Cin'mon rolls!" Willard Jr. charged for the pastries, seizing one in a small paw and sinking his teeth into the sugary confection with all the gusto of a wildland predator. "Willy," Emilia chided gently. "What are you...

Those who had ousted the pair of stoats that once held the Imperium in the palms of their paws would have been treated to a sight that might have shocked them in its innocence, if they'd been there at the foot of that lone and pretty manor house on Tully Shore. Emilia T. Brudenell, the...