Recent content by Nycaria Blayre Lafrey

The big lizard took a deep, shaky intake of breath and released it, and then managed to pry herself away from the body long enough to begin searching herself, rooting about the wreckage of Peldrow P. Gamin's humble home. He was a big collector of books- mainly erotic novels by Patience V...

As soon as the brick smashed through the window- one of the few that still had glass in it- the rowdy music screeched to a halt and someone big, loud and angry barked out a "Aaargh, my winder! Dat glass been in dere since '42! I'm killin' da beast 'o did dat! Killin' em dead!" Footpaws stomped...

Blood flecked the todd's fluttering lips as he was lain down, his eyes wide as blood stained his Fogey uniform. "Oh, oh, corks!" he said. "I never shoulda... agh... my ma warned me 'bout dis... I..." he turned slowly to look up at the weasel, shaking as he reached a black paw up to touch her...

The todd fell easily for her trap, gasping as he reeled off balance only to fall into the weasel's blows that drove the breath from his lungs and dampened his shirt in blood. He uttered a groan of pain, his eyes wide, as the truncheon slipped from his paw. "Ohh, f-ffff..." he managed, as he...

"C-corkssth..." Mayday muttered, pressing her back to her new ally and putting her fists up in a boxing stance. "Alright." The male suddenly leapt forward from out of the shadows, swinging his truncheon downward for a blow to Bezine's face whilst attempting to grab the vest with his free paw...

The lizard paused uncertainly in the shadows of the tavern, peered past Bezine's shoulder into the partially lit gloom. There was a fog falling over them from the sea, damp and cold. Mayday shivered, though whether it was the weather or the mention of the foxes was uncertain. "Criminy." she...

At the mention of "we", the monitor straightened in her seat with interest, eyes shining. "Alright." she said. "To th' Blue Crab it issth." She stood and straightened the top hat over her head, and still wearing her flower shop apron, carefully slid the door back open to the wet, dimly-lit...

Nycaria Blayre Lafrey, Chief Detective of the Crossroads Detective Agency, for her part, sat quietly outside at a cafe table near the packed streets and sniffled into her coffee, wiping her nose on a fishbone-themed kerchief. She missed her dad. Never got to spend more than a couple years with...

"You read Piper'ssth diary?" The big lizard shook her head in disapproval and took another pull on the vodka. "Her job don't give a damn about her. She'ssth a low-rung woodlander 'ire... they're a gilder a dozen lately..." Mayday looked down with a hard glint in her eye, as if ashamed at her...

The monitor's ridged brow furrowed, and her grip on the cat-o-nine slackened slightly. "Wife?" She repeated. The big lizard tarried there awhile in the doorway, uncertainty on her features and in the drape of her long tail. Finally, after what felt perhaps like an eternity, she knelt to heave...

A white shaft of streetlight filtered through a narrow window and onto a wall with flaking blue paint, just above an unmade bed. Muddy boots and a worn blue coat sat on the floor bedside, along with a half-empty bottle of Cap'n Dreadmain Rum. Upon a small, roughly-carved Rustic desk with a...

The ferret laughed as she flicked cigar ash onto the floor. "If you can get away with it without damaging the reputation of my agency, I don't care what you do. If you get caught doin' something you shouldn't be though, and can't wriggle your way out, we don't know each other. In fact, I never...

Nycaria smirked and nodded. "Good. That's exactly what I like to hear from my detectives. I've got a job good and ready for ya. Consider it a test of your skills." She drew another paper from the desk, slid it across the wood grain. There was a sketch of a squirrel, middle-aged, long lashes and...

The ferret looked over the old badge with an impressed look, eyebrow crooked and listening intently all the while. "Beautiful craftsmanship." she remarked. "I've only ever seen one other like it. Good way to strike fear into any heart, I wager." Her eyes slid back to Bezine as the weasel...

Nycaria smiled, but it didn't meet her eyes. "Thirty years," she said, accenting her words with a jab of her cigar through the air, "Is a long time outside of the Imperium. What time you do claim to have spent here, how I know any of that's true? I can't exactly contact Minister Nikolas. And if...