Recent content by Vilde Isdatter

Having finished regaling a group of midship-mustelids with one of her tales of home, Vilde beamed at the cheerful otter, raising her tankard in greeting with some of the happier souls of the crew. Unlike many of her species, Vilde didn't mind the rain too much, particularly considering the...

The cannons were like nothing Vilde had ever seen. Whilst her people had employed the use of primitive explosives, these were beasts of fire and thunder. One ear trained on Mick, she puzzled over what spongers were and how worms might be involved. Their ‘sleeping quarters’ was met with...

Now that the ship was properly underway and tasks beginning to be divvied out, Vilde took the opportunity between orders to approach the well-dressed fox who looked to be having a playfight with the deck. She kept half an ear on the argument brewing on deck, trusting that it would sort out one...

As she watched the sombre affair, Vilde caught a mustelid beside her staring up at her. She must have looked quite the sight, she imagined. The wildcat gave a gentle smile, though it might have been too late offered for Shorris's attention moved toward the leaders of the ceremony. Curiously it...

Beaming at the vim of the captain’s orders, Vilde rushed to aid in unwinding the mooring lines that kept the BlackShip in place. The immense size of this ship still never ceased to amaze her. It didn’t have a machine like the other ship she had been on, but it was still nothing like her people...

Out of place among this mourning crew, the strange wildcat they had brought back with them from Urk stood both out of the way and yet close enough to offer her respects. She eyed the crew and the shrouded deceased with curious solemnity, absorbing the way they honoured their dead, wondering how...

Eager to learn, and curious about all these wild personalities, Vilde looked to the three foxes who had also been asked to follow Oilfur belowdecks. She gave them a bright grin. "I for one look forward to seeing how these cannons work. Sailing I know, but not the ways of powder. Perhaps I will...

Without a word, Vilde hurried up from the crew quarters to stand in the throng on deck. There were more beasts here than there had been in her entire village. It was as thrilling as it was unnerving, feeling as out of place currently as she had done on the Golden Hide. Her consolation was that...

A warship. Now this felt more the wildcat's style, although the sheer size of the BlackShip was beyond daunting. Vilde had never seen anything like this vessel. The Golden Hide had been an impressive taste of the Imperium's power as she had journeyed here from the land of Urk, the ship belching...

How alien it was to be among these creatures she did not know, as though she were intruding upon all of their grief. Vilde helped to carry beasts who had passed, holding them with respect, covering them with available shrouds. This had always been the worst of work after a battle, discovering...

With the earliest boats, Vilde had had hers hauled up to become temporarily part of the Golden Hide's collection. Once she had explained herself to anybeast who had taken time to be concerned with a stranger being aboard, and as urgently as possible, she had been assured that none of the boats...

Oblivious to the changes in orders, Vilde finally reappeared on the coastline, skimming oars through the ice-strewn sea. Her karve glided toward the readying Golden Hide and the boats making their way. From her position, she glimpsed some of the shifting of the crew's behaviour, the retreat...

As first impressions on the Imperium went, Vilde found it all bizarre. These beasts were somewhere between brave and falling apart. No sooner had she set the injured rat down he had got into some sort of disagreement with the lute-fox who had last been in command. She watched, incredulous, as...

Vilde smiled at the brave rat in her arms. "I would if you were not as light as a feather," she teased. A shot rang out and she stiffened, as if she had been the one hit. She looked back toward her allies' front lines and the feverish shouting did not bode well. "Something is wrong. We must...

On her next trip out searching for wounded, Vilde trod through the bloodied, slushed snow where the great shrew had been slain. The air stank of fear and suspense amid the clear iron tang. It would not be long before the enemy overran this place when their tide shifted. For a moment, she missed...