Recent content by Gyles F. Stowett

Gyles nodded. "Always strive to live up to it. You won't - nobeast ever can - but 'tis in the tryin' that honor's to be found." He smiled. "Now, to give our lads and lasses a proper Imperial sendoff. They deserve nothin' less for laying down their lives, givin' their all. You'll sing for us...

Echoing all that others have said. Big life moments! Take care.

Gyles seemed to chew on this for a long while as they walked. An entertainer served the spirits of a crew. A good officer did the same. The stoat couldn't help but chuckle as the notion of Silvertongue the disciplinarian, straitlaced and blustering, swagger-stick in paw as he berated and laid...

Gyles' whiskers twitched in amusement at the caricature the fox had built of him. He thought deeply on what he might say next. "You're from a fleet of pirates, ain't you? Fear, submission, that was the way, eh?" He shook his head slowly. "You've got it topsy-turvy, lad. 'Tis precisely because...

"I see." Gyles faced the desk, back to the door. Outside the lattice windows of the stern gallery beyond, seabirds wheeled, shrieking hungry cries as they dove here and there after fish. The young fox accepted his offer of entry and spoke his piece, quietly, timid almost, as if unsure of how to...

Gyles' eyes met Barret's. No hestiation. Grim acknowledgement, nothing more, before he found the length of canvas and began to wind it around the Minister's broken body. In here, in the drowning heat, the screams, blood, bone, and bile, with the scent of death hanging low round the cramped...

Feels like an age, don't it? Since you sat in the in the demmed thing, anyway. He unbuckled his sword and leaned it against the wall. It was terribly intimate here, alone in the cabin before the Captain's chair that had been the object of his ambition for so long. He looked down at his paws...

Gyles knelt before the kit. All around were terrible screams, groans, combative roars of the sorely wounded all mingled in a smoky haze of primal fear. The young one's eyes, ears, and nose were dreadfully split between the ugly scene of the Minister and the unnerving orchestra of a dozen other...

"Captain, sir -- will you be coming with us?" Gyles didn't answer. For a moment that time stopped for the storm-eyed stoat, he stared at the island, the last few survivors running past his field of vision to the safety of the boats. In mere minutes, the great evacuation of Urk was at an end...

Gyles clasped Tultow's paw as their eyes locked. "Never." The stoat raised his voice again, clear and crisp, calmly authoritative. "Nobeast gets left behind. The sick, the wounded, Hellgates, even what dead we can take from this demmed place." A cannibal's belly was no place for the Imperium's...

Gyles was at Tultow's side in an instant, rapier as quickly sheathed. "Let me." The rakish mask fell as he supported his friend, his oldest of friends who yet drew breath on this battered world, toward the boats. He attended a paw to the limp weasel - whatever she was, she was in this with them...

The shrew shaman allowed himself a desperate giggle as he chanced to look behind him and watch the weasel fall, soon to be finished off by a barrage of cudgels and spears from the high warriors. They were sorely mistaken if they thought a sacred mystic bound and blessed to the gods would stay...

The big, musclebound beast Billy had once been was a whisper on the wind. In his heyday - had it only been months ago? - he would have dwarfed the marten doctor. He could've taken him then, he thought to himself as the natural fighter's instinct to size this brash creature up took hold, and...

"They're...they're comin'," Billy repeated, numb, reassuring himself as much as Barret that the Minister and plucky officer had survived. "Somethin' attacked us...a beast. A monster. Somethin'... a devil." He shook his head slowly, trying to come to grips with the memory, with the horror. A blur...

Shorris snapped her head to the weasel's cry. One of the beasts the Minister had punished before...she'd heard the mutters and whispers passed through the crew about her - Dimmastagga, they called her, she was sure of it. She howled above the clangor of battle, "I'm blocked in! Make yer way ter...