Recent content by Soren Selsenick

Soren gave the red panda a reassuring smile and a small thumbs up to Sara as she was hugged by the giant red panda as he finished up the paperwork. Another twelve hours and his shift would be over. “Looks like we have everything we need here Ms. Pomodu, now Sara will be happy to carry all your...

Soren’s flint grey eyes met the Ironclaw’s unflinching, looking down at the extra coins. Deep down, he was tempted. Tempted to take the money and be quiet. Gates knows, he had done such many, many times before, especially during the Civil War where he had needed to feed his family and the...

Oh gods… Soren thought internally even with her large size, if she goes to the Bilge with all that money… While it was technically not his problem, and more the problem of the Slup’s Sector Commander, he did not want the naive little tourist to get hurt. As Sara stumbled back with an entire box...

“Sir, should we confirm that the backside of the Ironclaw is intact? His wife could still be liable and victims of this type of crime often lie to-” one of his earnest cadets started. “No we will not cadet!” Soren barked to the younger ferret “Even if it were true what was said, and even if the...

Soren repressed another sigh at the red “pan-dah” not answering the question properly, but at least she answered where she was from. Lipadilugoto? He had no idea where in the Hells that was, and probably trying to get any more answers out of here would vastly lengthen his shift. Deciding to...

“Ser? Ser? What should I do? Did I mess up? U-using an incorrect form? Sir???" The young cadet cracked, his voice faltering as the “apparition” accosted him and the “demon” moved forward with suspicious joy. The rest of Soren’s squad, following standard procedure, fanned out, attempting to...

Soren carefully wrote down the name as best as he could, but, his penmanship and literacy was...passable...at best. While he had improved over the years, his upbringing in the Slups had not been conducive to the proper spelling and grammar that was now slowly, painfully being rolled out across...

As the tired and motley group of Fogeys made their way through the streets of the docks, boots falling upon the broken cobblestones, Soren yawned. Hopefully, it would just be some kind of delusion of some beast or a run-of-the-mill scammer, and he could just warn them off, head back to his...

Two more hours. Soren fought to keep himself awake in the welcoming office at the Bully Harbor’s docks, which also served as the district’s Fogey headquarters, albeit that portion with a different entrance and separated from where he was now by a set of backrooms, jails, and offices, as he...

No no no, please, gods,do not bring out any more of those ingots, especially in public sight. Soren raised his paws up in a halting gesture as she offered to pay, then looked down and examined the books. Yes, they were as he thought, unfortunately, at least Anithias’s guide, the book of...

Mother of the Empress! Soren stared for a moment in disbelief at the gold ingot that this “pan-dah” presented to him, countless lifetime’s worth of his salary, as if it were merely pocket change. As he looked at her oversized paw, he saw many possibilities flash before his eyes. He could take...

The stoat breathed a sigh of relief under his breath as the “pan-dah” began to speak a heavily accented but at least somewhat understandable Vulpinsulan, which was good because he had caught maybe a tenth of what she said in reply, and seemed to be in a state of confusion rather than anger. That...

The tired-looking rat clerk, who was approaching the end of her own twelve her shift, looked up in something between amusement and awe at the massive...thing...coming towards her. Closing her eyes, she opened and them wiped them, as if to check if she was seeing some kind of delusion due to...

A brawny, middle-aged stoat with dark brown fur and a black-tipped tail paced behind the three Fogey clerks, attired in the same uniform, but with dual silver batons affixed to each shoulder instead of their single or dual bronze ones. He appeared exhausted, with bags under his eyes and fur more...