Recent content by Gyles F. Stowett

Gyles had lost himself in a cyclical rhythm, all his focus on keeping the damn...er..apparatus moving, pulling, pushing, harvesting and feeding. Darragh, the Doctor, Young Finnian, himself, all one synchronous system, and the device a heart, of a fashion. The Duke moved. Talinn shook. Gyles...

Gyles nodded approvingly and patted the fox on the shoulder as he let him do the necessaries. His other paw - mind of its own, that thing - withdrew the flask waiting in his inner breast pocket. "Momentous, eh, Mr. Songfox? Lieutenant of Her Imperial Majesty's Navy, la!" He took a pull and wiped...

"Tch. That's just the thing. Well," said Gyles, turning to Silvertongue and feeling a wry smile forming about his muzzle, "why don't you tell the good Admiral, eh? We're here for your official commission as Lieutenant of the Golden Hide, after all. First Officer." He turned back to Zshama. "At...

"Ah! Dear lad." Gyles smiled mysteriously. "Trouble? Depends on what you make of what 'appens next, I s'pose! Come now, we'll speak with the Admiral directly, won't we." The stoat turned and stood fully in the doorway, allowing Silvertongue a spot at his side. "Admiral Cossatra. Captain Gyles...

"The deuce you will, sir!" Gyles started to protest, stirring with concern. He continued more softly. "Landsakes, Lord Talinn, you're wounded. Dashed if your Excellency shouldn't conserve 'is strength." No, the kindling in the Ryalor's eye said he would not be deterred. Gyles sighed even as he...

The truth was, most sailors never made it past the Bilge, and the few slovenly sons of the sea that made it as far ashore as the Arrow were quickly forced to beat a haphazard retreat from that fine doorstep back to the Bilge with a boot in the tail for the trouble. Unnatural, it was, a fish that...

"As certain as sunrise, you will." Gyles couldn't stop a smile at the fox's antics, though it swiftly faded. "Aye. We'll honor 'em, by the Claw. Every last one we lost. Make 'em proud they fought an' laid down their lives for their comrades." They arrived at the door to Talinn's room of...

"Aye, Doctor," he said, taking careful note where the doctor motioned. He was no doctor, but pistons and pumps he knew handily enough. Still... Remarkable, how little fighting and sailing on the most modern of ships prepared a beast for the vagarious developments of the modern world. Well, this...

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...