Recent content by Griblo Jankweed

Griblo spun in a full circle, eyes wild and fur on end, every whisker standing at attention like he’d just licked a live wire. His claws jabbed the air in every direction. "Don’t jus’ stand there gawkin’ Ruff! somebody’s nicked me bag!" A flash of movement caught his eye. A young badger...

Griblo sprang upright with a snarl, fur bristling and tail lashing. "Oi! Took ye long ‘nuff! Been sittin’ ‘ere for goin’ on an hour!" A soft kerplunk sounded somewhere beneath them. Small, innocent, and wholly ignored as the evening waves swallowed it up. "Oi gots de job roightly ‘nuff... Keep...

Griblo puffed out his chest and help out his paws eagerly as Emilio offered over the scabbard and pack. "Aye, mate! Ye can trus’ me!" The moment the badger’s weapon and gear were in his grip, however, the ferret staggered backward a step, knees buckling under the sheer weight. He tottered...

Meanwhile, backstage… The back corridors of the Velveteen Curtain were less “wings of a theater” and more “junkyard with delusions of grandeur.” Old set flats leaned against walls at crooked angles, crates of costumes and splintered theater seats were piled in corners, coils of rope knotted...

Griblo beamed, chest puffing at the captain’s words. “Aye, aye, Cap’n! Ye won’t regret it, sir! Assistant Purser Jankweed, reportin’ fer duty!” He gave a sharp nod, just about managing to look dignified. Then Friedrich’s paw clamped down again. The ferret squealed, feet skittering uselessly...

Emilio’s arm slid in front of him, the badger’s bulk a living shield between Griblo and the marble fox’s pole. The ferret blinked, caught off guard for half a heartbeat by the gesture. "Oi wasn’t breakin’ it, just lookin’. Don’ get yer tail inna knot!" he jeered, but after a beat he set the...

Griblo’s whole face lit up, ears perked and grin wide enough to show the gap where his fang had once been. “Ah see! Now tha’s more like it! I knew ye’ a wise beast when I firs’ sees ye!” he crowed, puffing his chest. With sudden bravado, he thumped a paw against Friedrich’s side. “See mate, ye...

Griblo’s ears shot up, his jaw dropping. “Swabbie!? Ruffano said it was a guaranteed gig! Blast that fox-faced cheat…” He cut himself off with a sharp cough, straightening his vest and forcing his grin back into place. He turned back to Jeshal, words tumbling out quick but with a sudden edge...

Griblo had begun to pace. With an idle reach he plucked one of the neatly stacked gears from Kaii’s careful piles, turning it over in the light as though it were some bauble lifted off a market stall. He held it up, squinting through the hole like it were a monocle, then rolled it between his...

Griblo squawked as the hulking rabbit shoved him forward, paws flailing. “Oi! Oi! I said ta’ keep yer paws off! Hells’ teeth, I didn’t know rabbits ’ad claws!” His eyes darted desperately toward the hedgehog as he was hauled along. “I’m sorry, ’aight? ’Elp me! Gates, take ’er instead!”...

Griblo padded in behind Emilio, shaking the rain from his whiskers and giving the clutter of chains and parts a sour once-over. The marble fox bent over the machine earned only a half-squint. "Oh, so ye ain’t th’ boss? Then oi don’ care, mate. Fix yer toys, keep yer hammerin’. We’s lookin’ fer...

Griblo’s paw snapped out, tugging lightly at Emilio’s sleeve before the badger could wander off in the wrong direction. "C’mon, mate. Oi’ll lead ye. Didn’ja see ‘im point?" The ferret pushed the warehouse door shut behind them, the cigar smoke quickly swallowed by the fog. Rain still came down...

I'd like to request a skill upgrade for Griblo to get him some sailing experience. He had served late into the winter war, though I might have to change his age a little bit to reflect that better, and definitely has at least spent some time on a boat before. So 5000 points for being a novice...

Griblo gave a little snort at the hedgehog’s courtesy and the otter’s smoothing-over, flicking his paw in a dismissive wave. “Ah, off wit’ ya’s.” That was when the massive rabbit hefted his warhammer like it weighed less than a broom handle and growled his threat to the deck at large. Griblo’s...

Griblo let out a strangled squeak as the rabbit’s paw clamped down like a smith’s vice, prodding at his veins like he was a specimen in a jar. “Oi! oi! Easy there, bucko! Not so rough!” he yelped, wriggling to no effect. It took a sharp tug and an ungraceful twist to finally wrench his paw...