Welcome to the Vulpine Imperium!

The Vulpine Imperium© is a fully-interactive Redwall-based online club. Members will join ships, submit to the captain's cruel whimsy, and partake of humourous and entertaining distractions while serving, er, spending time in the club. There is a large and sprawling town wherein are found such staples as an apothecary, a bank, various shops, and a dock.

But be forewarned - failure to perform your tasks properly (or with the proper decorum!) will get you thrown in the brig. Ships can leave the port and have adventures, or stick around to help out with more domestic things. Go to the status page to see what we've accomplished so far, and may the the blessings of His Grace the Emperor tumble down upon you like a golden fog.

Game Events: New Mayor Seizes Power with a Surprising Lack of Force

Macabre 16, Yr. 1731, 1:59 pm
The Mayor's office had been vacant for several weeks as several of the Ministries vied over who would be the first to put a beast in the position of Mayor. On a foggy (of the non-golden variety) morning, the air was thick not only with water droplets suspended above the ground, but also with tension as beasts from the Ministries** of War, Misanthropy, Commerce and Niceties marched on the Mayoral Headquarters, their potential Mayor candidates surrounded by bodyguards so as to avoid attack from the other Ministries. The rush into the building was violent, with many getting trampled, though it was noted that Misanthropy was the first to get inside, with War and Commerce close behind. Niceties politely allowed the others to pass before entering.

To the surprise of all present, a beast was already in the Mayor's office, drinking a mug of Cough-ee and reading the Smelt. The weasel, a Tandor Slemm, had taken it upon himself to declare himself Mayor that morning just before the beasts from the Ministries arrived.

"Just to avoid a mess," he was reported to have said to the Ministry beasts before having them escorted out by Fogeys. "Can't have you beasts fighting to the death in this little room for a silly little position like Mayor."



**Representatives from Innovation were missing due largely to what was said to be "the best party ever" the night before. Apparently somebeast in the Ministry had invented a drink more potent than Odde Tinge without the dangerous consequences. The ensuing tests of the drink proved to be most successful, though the resulting hangovers rendered Innovation non-functional for two days.

Game Events: An Attempted Assassinatione

Humidor 24, Yr. 1731, 9:24 am
A Foul End To A Fine Party

Late this evening a report came in disclosing a foul end to the Ministry of Misanthropy's party. Minister Nocturne put on a fine affair for upper crust Imperium dwellers boasting cake and pastry. Everybeast in the Imperium found themselves wanting to attend as such confections were banned up until very recently. However, only those involved in Ministry events were invited.

Thee party itself was not much to speak of, besides the abundance of sugary delights. However, the evening closed in a terrible scene. The Minister of Misanthropy as was attacked! At the moment the outlook looks grim. This reporter feels however that it will take more than a beating to keep Misanthropy down.

Thee question remains; Who would try to assassinate thee Minister of Misanthropy? And more importantly, who could ruin a party with so much cake?

Game Events: Treasonouse Plotte Uncoverede!

Bugs 29, Yr. 1731, 1:26 am
It has come to our attention today that a Vile and Most Treasonouse plotte has been enacted against our Immortal Emperor, Vladimir I. It would seem that traitores within the Imperium itself have been spreading rumours of other claimants to the throne - The Smelt and all its staffe wish to express their full loyalty to His Majesty, and are sure that the traitores will swiftly be brought to justice.

After all, Vladimir I is the First And Only, The Immortal Emperor! Anybeast who says otherwise shall suffer certain imprisonmente.

By ordere,

Ye Imperial Palace

Game Events: Ye Ministerial Reporte

Frimary 18, Yr. 1731, 5:22 pm
It has come to attention that changes have occurred in the Ministries of our beloved Imperium. It seems His Immortal and Most Magnanimous Grace the Emperor has taken time to appoint a new set of ministers to govern the various and sundry happenings from the Insanely Rich District to the Slups. Words on the matter from beasts actually pertaining to the matter were short to come by however, opinions from the citizens of our fair city were found in plethora.

Commonly heard phrases include:

"Mixin' iron with good gilders? Whot's the Commerce come to around er' eh?"

"Guess one comin' from the BlackShip has the heart to take on Misanthropy."

"Perhaps Nocturne will follow suit with the great Mortimer Modunk. Is she rich enough? Is she insane enough?"

"I just hope handling all those guilders won't sink Ironclaw's ship."

It has yet to be seen how either rat or fox will take to their new roles. Brief statements were gleaned from Jeshal after extensive effort from various reporters.

Ironclaw was chased down while boarding his ship late yesterday evening. When asked how he was able to procure such a prestigious role he answered simply, "Punishment fits the crime I suppose." All further comments were drowned out by a particularly loud flock of gulls.

Miss Nocturne was unavailable for comment however it was noticed that she was sporting a new long black jacket befitting her new ministry position. It was rumored that she made statements regarding the future of the Imporium itself, signaling a potential shift in power that was imminent.

In all of this the offices of the Emperor have remained silent. It is thought that Mar'kan III may be taking a well deserved nap. Be warned though as his eyes never part from the Imperium. May His grace tumble down on you as a golden fog.

Game Events: Mayor for Captain

Frimary 6, Yr. 1730, 1:53 pm
Late this afternoon, His Immortal and Most Magnanimous Grace the Emperor (may his blessings tumble down upon you like a golden fog) made a daring change in his normal routine. Instead of a sardine sandwich for his afternoon tea His Grace opted for a light salad in his study. It is rumored that he took sardine dressing on said lettuce, though as rumors tend to go, this one cannot be validated.

While in his study a decision was reached regarding the Imperium's fine Mayor of Bully Harbor, one Aria F. Nocturne. Her work as mayor going most swimmingly, it was decided that her duties should be transferred aboard ship. This was decided due to the fact that if somebeast is doing swimmingly they are more than fit for duties upon the high seas. Or perhaps the low tides of the harbor.

When asked what she thought of this new plan the ratess simply stated:

"Will afternoon tea still be served at three o'clock?"

Taking this statement as willingness to proceed the Mayor and her official belongings are due to arrive dockside in the morning hours tomorrow. She will be taking on the role of Captain on our fine Man-of-War the BlackShip.

The Captaincy of the BlackShip has resided with one Zilaco Wyndshard for most of 1729 and the early portion of 1730. It is unknown whether the fox will come quietly down from his lofty position or if he should need the coaxing of official spears to remove him from his beloved ship.

News of following events shall be posted soon. Conformation of salad dressing types shall also be forthcoming upon a second interview with His Grace.