A little sketch I decided to ink of a character I've used to satirically review Redwall survivor game applicants. The idea for Dr. Fantastic came about during a Skype chat for The Emperor's Decree II where we noticed that all of the applicants seemed to have some physical or mental handicap, and wouldn't it be fantastic if there were a doctor who could magically fix any ailment? Cue Dr. Fantastic, the most fantastic doctor in the Vulpine Imperium. A snippet from his first appearance:


“Let’s have it, then,” Dr. Fantastic demanded as he sat the other stoat down in the back room. “What’s wrong with you? Day dreaming making you incompetent and liable to get yourself killed? Unfortunate family connections keeping you down? Or maybe an accent the likes of which is only to be found in the darkest reaches of Hellgates?”

“I’m afraid I might be just a bit of a twink.” The other stoat shifted uncomfortably. “I’m rather likeable, clever, well-connected, devilishly handsome, you know the sort, yes?”

“Yes, of course.” Dr. Fantastic had known many of the sort. “I suggest lopping off your leg. Cripples are terrible twinks, just ask that peg-legged fox out there.”

“Er...” the other stoat articulated. “I’m not sure that’s really–”

“I’m sorry?” the doctor interjected. “What was that? You’re disagreeing with me? Oh, dear. I can’t have that.” He ripped off another bit of parchment and scribbled on it:

Knock some sense into yourself. Take hammer to head twice a day for six days. Return for follow-up to ensure entirety of twink-ness has been beaten out.


Dr. Fantastic is just a little obsessed with muffins, hence the one he's contemplating here.