Thank you, Evening Star. It's my bad that Sorcery Lass has short legs making her look like a Hobbit beauty queen. Even at the age of seventy- four. I still haven't mastered proportions. But on to give specifics about each character here.
The lovely lady is a good witch. In keeping with my usual "Spacebullies" policy of naming characters, Sorcery Lass is my version of The Sorceress from He-Man cartoons. The bluejay is NOT renamed because I made him up in the first place. He was Flakefeather, co-star (with a female Talking Dog) of the forum roleplay "With Swords, Claws and Teeth Bared." Set immediately after Jadis died, it showed non-human Aslan loyalists running down White Witch holdouts, like the hunt for war criminals after the fall of Nazi Germany.
The upright-walking rabbit with a knife is Not-So-Bad Bunny to me, but in an actual comic strip he was just plain Bad Bunny. Wait, there's more. Sci-fi novelist John Ringo made up an evil space alien race called the Posleen; I called them the Postalfiends. Characters within this story- reality were fans of the Bad Bunny comic strip. If you've seen my recently- started thread "Return to Ringjonn Earth," this is where Not-So-Bad Bunny can also be found.
Finally, we come to the swordsmouse. I made him up for a Dungeons and Dragons campaign around fifty years ago. I invented him to be a nephew of Reepicheep, called Tweepikip. Tweepikip fought alongside Gene Wildest in the uprising to place a Paladin, Sir Nehemiah of Dinsdale, on the throne of Anglosaxophonia. Their martial anthem was sung to the melody "Men of Harlech."
That business being wrapped up, Tweepikip is in for any mission which promotes goodness in any sector of the Narniaverse. THIS is the meaning of "Planet Churn," a version of CHARN. My noble quartet is undertaking to exercise an ounce of prevention: they will convert a version of Jadis to the side of good, so she won't even want to utter The Deplorable Word. Hence a long-winded thread title about amazing grace in space.
The Rocky Mountain Time Zone is now pressuring me to get my butt into bed. My ward, Wood Nymph, has already retired to her own bedroom, and will chew me a new one when she learns how late I stayed up.
