Recent content by Emilio

Emil shot a clumsy, tipsy wave to the rat before turning to saunter out after Griblo. He winced as the humid stench of the streets of the Slups hit him at the same time as the rain, about the only thing fouler than what he'd had to drink an hour or so ago. "Blugh." He swallowed once before...

"Don' tell me everyone up here izz'is soft!" Emil looked down to the "delicate" ferret wrestling against his arm and at last raised his paws into the air to release him at Grubbage's command. "Weh heh heh heh!" He'd sign the new form as it was presented to him, writing a single legible E and...

"'S Emil." So said Emil, raising the feather and his paw up to his chest, smearing a tiny bit of ink over his gambeson. He seemed content to leave them with the shortening of his name, looking to Grubbage and yawning rather impolitely as he sized him up. "Mmmnnnh. Arrite... I get it. It's...

The badger turned his head to look through the shop's window and out to the rainy streets beyond, observing almost longingly as the rain collected in droplets on the glass and in puddles atop the dirt and stone outside. Was he really going to be a Fogey? Probably not. "Ehhhh... I bet they want...

A big smile returned to Emilio's face as Griblo put an arm around him and gave him a friendly smack. Like drinking buddies! It didn't even matter if he was selling phony relics, maybe they could just get along after all. And he could get himself a job- unless- Mr. Golden Justice suggested he...

Emilio threw his paws up to shoulder level and showed their rough and scratched pads, innocently 'putting his paws up' through the owner's angry speech. Fair enough then, the shop wasn't any place to be fighting in, especially when none of them had actually bought anything. While he could...

Whoooooops. As cathartic as shattering the compass might have been, doing so was not Emilio's intention. He would never purposefully remove the magic from the mundane world around him... but, accidents happened. He blinked, slowly, asynchronously, from eye to eye, as what had happened became...

"G'd'eve and good health, marm..." Emilio lazily waved to the old vixen as she moved to depart, before another belch rose up in his throat. He pat his chest, listening on until a surprise attack from the ferret struck his shoulder. Bap! Typically, a wet newspaper to the shoulder under padded...

"Surry." Emilio began to slide off from the fox's shoulder. Slowly. When his weight was no longer supported by the fellow beneath him, he found himself immediately off-balance and fell forwards, this time catching himself on the shop's counter. "Sorry!" He continued to lean against the wood...

Twenty-five?! Bah! Emilio cursed those rich city folk under his breath, grumbling as he backed off from the auction. If he were to drop twenty-five Gilders on a whim for a trinket half the room thought was sketchy there and then, it'd seriously cut into both his beer fund and his fund to get off...

Emilio's eyes widened at the mysterious old fox's confirmation and ensuing poem. If there was anyone that could be trusted in matters of the supernatural, it was dark-pelted old crones who cackled without provocation. He wondered if he would have to remember the poem to make it work. Or, maybe...

Weren't that interesting? An inner-yearnin' needle, immediately called out as nonsense by the shopkeeper. Even he wasn't so inclined to buy a word about it with the rat's smacking at the one peddling it with a broom. Compasses pointed north, after all! But the ferret kept trying to push a sale...

His focus finally returning from the knock on his head, Emilio finds himself immediately beset upon by malicious advertising from the gold-adorned ferret. Rightly overwhelmed, he blinks and listens to the back and forth between them and the shopkeeper. "Well, I'm sure y'wouldn't lie to me. Eh...

A mighty hiccup sounds from the gob of one modestly mighty badger as the wretched stench of the Slups and too many cups of local swill mix together somewhere in his body. A paw races to cover his mouth, his cheeks puff out! Poor Emilo could just about feel something rising in his throat. Eyugh...

Emil(io) Haro Art is by Voidwalker on DAB! Skills Total Points Available To Spend 12 Physical -Endurance- Proficient, 3 points Working all day in the hot sun, carrying buckets of water or worse uphill, and having your marbles together well enough not to cry when the hammer misses...