Aslan's How

rosymole

rosymole

Darth Rosy
Knight of the Noble Order
We, myself and Gray, thought it might be a good idea to have a thread in this section where people can come and get to know their characters better,a practice/social area if you like, so here it is!
Basically you can come in here and introduce your character in a nice relaxed, informal, social atmosphere, chat to your fellow RPers (in character) swap Narnian gossip, tell tales, sing songs, eat food etc. If you haven't joined in the current RP thread that's running this is chance to warm up before jumping in, and if you're already involved with it a good way to get to know more about your companions without messing about with the story too much!

NB this is separate 'thing' from the current running RP, so what happens in here won't affect what's going on in there, that doesn't mean it can be a free for all with lots of killing tho!
Whatever type of creature/race your character is doesn't matter, if you fight for the WW during other threads we'll turn a blind eye to it in here, just come on in and have some fun!
Same rules apply as in other RP threads, stay in character, be nice to each other, keep it clean - this is a family site afterall!

Any questions, queries, suggestions feel free to PM me, I won't mind!
 
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Aslan's How is the ancient place where the stone table once stood in the days of the White Witch, it is a place of deep magic and lore, a place where council of war is held and secret alliances grow, it is also a place to meet and be met.
Friends gather on balmy summer days and cool autumn nights to talk and dance and rejoice in the beautiful land of Narnia.

It is a warm day in early June, to use the English calender, and it is approaching evening. The sky is still blue with slim fingers of pink creeping over the horizon. You can see the sea in the distance glowing under the ligth of the waning sun. From the edge of the forest emerges a young woman.
She walks to the centre of the natural clearing and places the bundle of dead wood she has been carrying onto the floor. Her hair is long, dark and could do with a brush, her face glows in the rays of the setting sun and her eyes are sparkling.

Removing the pack she carries on her shoulder she sits on the ground looking around her to see who will be the first the arrive...
 
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Up the green hills walkes a lone tall figure clad in a cloak of flowing gray. For once she has drawn down her hood, to reveal long dark red hair underneath. It appeares to be the only bit of color upon the woman, as her skin and eyes are as pale and gray as her garb. She smiles to see Rosy already sitting at Aslan's How, and extends a greeting.

"Hello, it's good to see you here."
 
Rosy gets to her feet and with a small bow greets the newcomer " And it is also good to see you here. I am glad to see that some still remember the tradition of meeting here in the summer months. Please sit and tell me about yourself, I have not seen you in Narnia before, have you travelled far to get here?"
 
The newcomer smiled, and sat crosslegged on the grass. "Not far, but quite long-I am easily distracted by the beauty of the woods and for at least a day I took leave to speak with a likeminded Willow dryad." again she passed a smile. "I am rather fond of dryads you see, for I was raised among them when I was very young. It is they who gave me my name, Gray. They thought it fitting." the gray-clad woman paused "And what of you? I have wandered the wilds of Narnia many years now and met and remembered many faces, but you I cannot place. Where have you come from, and do you have a tale or two to tell of it?"
 
"I do have some tales to tell that is true, but i shall wait and see if others join us before i tell them, but of myself I will tell you all I can" She lay back on the grass and propped herself up on her elbows and looking out to see she said " My name is Rosy and I have not long been in Narnia, only stepping onto these lands some four weeks agowhen I arrived by ship from Doorn.
I have spent my whole life sailing the oceans around the Lone Islands and beyond. My parents made a living through trade, and now that is what I do, I will buy and sell anything, although it is not profit I seek, unlike some, but knowledge and understanding of the wider world, and after twenty years of hearing tales of Narnia and its folk I thought I should come and see the land for myself thus expand my knowledge and " here she laughs a little " and my understanding! That is my story friend, or a version of it at least.
And you, you seem wordly wise, and to be so free with the wood women! That I am in awe of!"
 
Suddenly, a wild wind tore through the surrounding trees, tossing leaves violently about. A grand, winged stallion descended onto the green hills, the setting sun reflected gold in its dark flanks. Gracefully alighting from her steed, the rider bowed to the assembled party. One could immediately tell she was of foreign descent, with her black hair flowing behind her. She was shabbily dressed, though the broad sword strapped to her back betrayed her true rank. Rather shyly, the lady approached the two, leading her obliging horse by the reins. "I do not wish to intrude, but is this the legendary Aslan's How?", she spoke in a rich, soft voice. "I have travelled far and wide in search of this place."
 
Gray cocked a glance the lovely arrival's way. "It is indeed," she said, the ranger extended a hand and a smile to match. "I am called Gray, and what would your name be?"
 
"I have no name but Thilayn" the stranger replied,"for that is the name of the village from which I came. I was abandoned , in the cold dense of the wood, as a baby with nought but this sword. The villagers there kindly took me in and cared for me as if I were one of their own. I have no parents that I know of; I have come here to seek tales that might delve into the mystery of my past."
 
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" You are welcome here friend Thilayn! I am Rosy, a trader from the islands out yonder" here she gestured to the sea, " please sit with us and share a little food. Tell us more of the village from which you take your name, I do not beleive I have heard of it before?"
 
The new-comer gathered her cloak about her as she settled onto the soft, dewy grass. "Thilayn is a small, humble farming village near the borders of Archenland - perhaps the reason it is unheard of in these parts. The people there were gentle, innocent, and content, until a band of raiders plundered what little possesions we had. Since then, joy and life at Thilayn was completely destroyed. What villagers remained became suspicious of my mysterious descent, thinking that I must have made some contribution to the mounting evils upon the village. Eventually, I left to wander around Narnia, hoping that I, myself, may answer the questions of my childhood friends." A silence ensued during which the two others pondered the lady's sad tale.
 
"I am sorry for this,Thilayn," said Gray, her misty eyes showing a deepness unnoticed until now. "There seems to be much sorrow in the world as of late. But come there must be some joy since leaving your home. Have you discovered any of the secrets you set forth to seek?"
 
Thilayn laughed lightly. "Thank you gor your kindness Gray: it is very welcome. I've seemed to encounter more hostility, rather than empathy; more questions, rather than answers. Perhaps one of you could provide an answer to the many mysteries that plague me."
 
" We will answer your questions as best we can, although I fear my knowledge of Narnia itself will be limited, however I have heard many stories as and maybe able to aid you a little- speak freely friend"
 
"Again, thank you. Perhaps, I should begin by better introducing myself. As, I said before, I was found in the Andian, a forest near Thilayn, with this sword." At this, the woman reached to her back and unsheathed the blade. The glistening metal shone pink, reflecting the glow of the setting sun. the hilt was simple and unadorned, yet beatifully crafted with intricate carvings of delicate runes. "This, and my foreign look, is all I have that may perhaps guide you."
 
As they spoke thus, a girl, whose dress had once been white, but has been stained with long travel, stumbled out from the wood. Her hair was long and brown, and her eyes green; she stood almost six feet in hight - she looked, indeed, as if a good meal would do her no harm.
 
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"Greetings fair stranger!" CAlled Rosy to the newcomer, " Come and sit with us, the fire shall be lit soon and you must share a meal with us". She got to her feet and surveyed the girl " If you will forgive me, you look weary and could do with a rest?"
 
"Thank you for your kind greeting, my lady." the stranger said, coming closer to the ladies, "for I am weary from my long travels, and would not take the rest, nor the food, amiss."
Sitting down slowly on a stone nearby, she told them; "My name is Arethel"
 
Thilayn stirred the sullen ambers until a little, obstinate flame burst up. "Come, Arethel," she said, smiling warmly, "what quest brings you to Aslan's How?"
 
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"I come from Archenland in the north, where I lived for many years with my Mother and Father. But nigh nine months ago this day, my Mother fell sick and died, and my Father soon after."

She drew a deap breath and went on: "After their deaths, there was nothing left for me in that land but memories; and those memories were bitter." Creaping closer to the fire she continued, "I took with me nothing but the garments I wear, and a little food, and traveled towards Narnia; and on my journy I thought; What better adventure may I look for, but to go to Aslan's How, and seek what comfort may be found there?"

She looked around at the circle of warm faces around her, and said, almost in a whisper, "But I never dreamed Aslan would send such comfort as this."
 
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