Recent content by Ralynn Waverunner

Ralynn has just finishing her notes on Swifttail's explanation about filing the crack and drilling relief holes when Kaii's deadpan announcement cuts through the engine room noise. "It appears we are being sunk." Ralynn's head snaps up fast enough it gives her a momentary crick in her neck...

Ralynn watches as Gyles and Tultow confer about the landing party, her ears twitching as she catches fragments of their plans. The deck around her pulses with the controlled chaos of a ship recovering from battle—marines repositioning, crewbeasts securing damaged rigging, the metallic tang of...

Ralynn leans against a slightly cooler section of bulkhead, watching the technical exchange unfold before her with intense interest. Her disciplinary confrontation with Rugg has shifted into something unexpected but hoped for - an impromptu lesson in steam engineering playing out right before...

A trio of shallow spear wounds across Ralynn’s back and shoulders burn with salt and cold, but she forces the pain away. For a moment, the deck spins beneath her – exhaustion threatening to drag her into unconsciousness. Nae time fer tha’. She pushes herself upright, leaving smears of pink...

The blast of heat from the engine room washes over Ralynn like August at harvest time. For a moment, she's overwhelmed by the sensory assault – the scorching air, the clanking machinery, the biting smell of coal and metal. But when Rugg rounds on Swifttail, all other sensations fade to...

Ralynn's lungs burn with exertion as she treads water beside Morgan and Silvertongue, her powerful legs working tirelessly to keep all three of them afloat. The ferret's weakening struggles and the blood staining the water around them tell her everything she needs to know—they have minutes, not...

Ralynn follows Swifttail up the ladder, his revelation about Rugg and Verrin's discussions regarding Minister Talinn sending a fresh wave of concern through her. If the engine troubles merit the attention of the Minister himself, perhaps the situation is more serious than she'd first thought...

Ralynn's paws tighten around the torch briefly before releasing it to Swifttail. The weight of responsibility settles on her shoulders heavier than any sea-soaked greatcoat. Her nose twitches rapidly – a telltale sign of anxiety she's never managed to control despite her best efforts to maintain...

"Aye, th' blowtorch," Ralynn nods, recognition flashing across her features. "Had it yesterday. Was securin' some metal fittings on th' spare spars belowdecks." She hops awkwardly on one foot, finally managing to jam her second boot on properly. The rabbit straightens her jacket with a quick...

Ralynn's paws grip the worn rail as she watches the shrews' increasingly animated gestures. Her ears, usually upright and alert, now flatten against her head as memories flood her mind unbidden. As a kit, huddled by the hearth fire in the family group of her youth she heard tales of the first...

Frost patterns trace delicate fingers across Ralynn's small cabin window, a chill seeping through that hadn't been there when she finally collapsed into her bunk. Dreams twist through her consciousness – distorted reflections of the day. She stands before Minister Ryalor, stripped of rank while...

Ralynn's keen ears twitch at the exchange between Morgan and Silvertongue, catching enough to make her whiskers quiver with alarm. The rabbit moves swiftly to the nearest hatch and moves quickly down, leaning over and bellowing down toward the galley as she passes it, her voice carrying a thick...

Ralynn stands rigid at the fo’c’s’le, her breath forming misty clouds that disappear into the biting air. The rabbit's long ears twitch with nervous energy beneath the thick woolen cap she's pulled down to protect them from the cold. Her paws grip the weathered wood as she leans forward...

Date: Frimary, 1765 Ralynn Waverunner, Boatswain Gear and Supplies: Riggin' all checked and proper. Canvas sails in fair shape, three spare topsails and two jibs stowed below. Carpenter's stocks full as per the papers. Rope aplenty, though I've asked for more hemp cordage from stores, seein'...

"Billy Clubbs and Shorris?" Ralynn's voice emerges as barely more than a whisper, her ears snapping forward in shock. The names strike her like physical blows, driving the breath from her lungs. The cabin suddenly feels suffocatingly small as memories flood back—broken shopfronts in Alton Bay...