Spaz Skunk

Moonbeam

3/23/2021 10:45pm

"Squirrelly Acres, chief."

"Franzine Foxx."

"Billy Badgerton, at your service, guv!"

It was a great wide hall, filled with pillows and low tables and hookas and chocolate fountains. Greens and blues and purples and great soft drapes and open windows.

"Howlin' Wolf. Awooooooo!"

"Toady McEvershine. Burrrrp."

"Whims Wormington."

Well that last chap was a bit odd. But overall, I find myself introduced to a giant room full of... people like myself.

"Chip Monk!"

"Wilma Wolverine, cheers."

"Ermine Stoat."

I mean, it's like a convention in here.

"Pleased to meet you I'm Chinchilla Devine."

"Weasel Least."

"Bridget the Boar!"

How many of us are being held captive here?

Moonbeam

12/28/2020 10:52pm

"Step forward, creature!"

Everybody's looking at me. The barbarian queen lounges on her huge throne, while the entire hall of her musky robed warriors trembles in fear before her.

"Gooooo!" one of them whisper hisses at me, and gives me a kick.

After days of forced march through rough land, we arrived at massive stone gate, cold and foreboding. It took even more days before we reached a huge fortification of towers and walls and more towers. After days of travel through its warren of tunnels and alleys, we waited for days in a dungeon, before being brought before their queen.

"And it is not merely a fur coat? Some kind of costume?" she asks.

"No, my queen," one of the soldiers stammers. Probably a general or something. "And the tail is real too."

"Excellent. Give it a bath, then introduce it to my court."

Moonbeam

9/25/2020 10:47pm

Fweeeeeeet! YA! *crack*

"Get along, you varmints!"

At least that's what I assume he's saying. Learning a language goes faster with the crack of a whip on your back. And my fellow captives teaching me words here and there. Like "down" and "thirsty."

I've no idea what happened to @Harry Otter or @Strange Katz or @Captain Jack Fenris or the rest of the crew. The Moonbeam was taken quickly in the night, and I found myself in chains and herded up with an assortment of other sailors and townspeople.

The soldiers are large and musky smelling, hidden in folds of robe and armor. And they'll strike you with their whips if they catch you looking too closely.

Fweeeeeeet! YA! *crack*

"Get along!"

They keep us marching, towards the east.

*tingaling*tingaling*tingaling*

One of them thought it would be funny to tie a bell to the end of my tail.

*crack*

Moonbeam

6/3/2020 10:00pm

Spaz Skunk, Ship's Shaman Third Class here, @Captain Jack Fenris, and I've got to report some strange activity on the horizon. Not the LITERAL horizon of course ha ha but I mean in my Scrying Teacup. I was having tea this afternoon and I couldn't find my ordinary tea cup so just grabbed one off the dish rack and as I'm sipping off the last dregs I looked down at the leaves and went into a Level II fugue. I fell backwards and almost broke the cup!

But what I saw was this. It was sunset here at the port, and the penteconters and triremes were securing themselves for the night, the last rays of golden sunlight sparkling on the water and the gilded sails, the dockworkers and tradesmen taking care of their end of day business. Then, from the east, there were airships. Not like ours, but ornate, multitiered, open deck ships, trailing great scarlet ribbons and and long fins.

The magnificent parade passed overhead, and the workers on the docks and in the ships raised their hands and shouted great hellos. I began to cry from the beauty of it all.

But these gorgeous boats of the air didn't slow down, didn't stop. They were rushing ahead, shouting tersely at us down below.

I looked back to the east, at a great swelling darkness. I began to cry again, but not out of joy.

It's then that my fugue ended, and I crawled to my bunk to sleep it off. I would have reported sooner but you know how strong the fugue effect is, and this one was a doozy. But I came to report it to you as soon as I was able.

That is my report, sir.