Tales from the Wardrobe...

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[The forum software is behaving WORSE than my circulatory system; it blocked my first attempt to make Peter reply to Tumnus.]

"Tumnus, once we've seen to getting copies of the Hermit's letter sent to towns OTHER than where Edmund's party will go first, I'm going to write a letter back to the Hermit, which will include mention of what Aslan told me about Adilia's importance to the quest. You shall carry the letter as my emissary, conveying my esteem to the reverend gentleman. Round up one of the Gryphons to fly you down there; that way, not only won't you be gone long, you might even be able to spot Edmund's party on the road as you come back north, and join them directly. In such a case, any word you bring back for me can be relayed by the Gryphon after dropping you off."

Turning to Lucy: "Lucy, I really don't believe that you'll need to fight anyone on this quest. But in case you do, and in case it's against a swordsman, remember the move I showed you: feint high, get him to defend high, then cut at his wrist instead of his blade."


[Loverble, I'd say you're entitled to make up on your own the dialogue Tumnus will have with the Hermit. Note that the Hermit is not actually at death's door yet--sort of an ambulatory patient. Which describes me, too; so try to bypass Peter in the ensuing dialogue. He has said his bit for now. And control of the mouse and leopard characters is up for grabs.]
 
ooc: Ok cool. That sounds like a plan.

ic: "Of cource you Majasty. I would be honerd to take the letter back to the hermit". Tumnus smiled and bowed to High King Peter.
 
[Just to give things a nudge in a way that won't cost me a dangerous effort. This is a slight fleshing-out of someone whom I expect to be controlled by other players after this.]


Horatius the Talking Leopard was the eldest leopard still on active duty in the royal army. He could have retired honorably before now, after his gallant service under the High King's leadership in the campaign against the Evil Giants; but since his wife Laneeja (a leopardess beloved by all who knew her) had passed away and all their children were grown, Horatius had no real domestic life to return to, not even by leopard standards. Therefore he remained a fixture at Cair Paravel, where he often assisted in the training of human-type soldiers by performing make-believe combat with them so they would have an idea how to fight hostile beasts. But this didn't mean that he could not enjoy the occasional return to the countryside.

So the feline veteran was glad when called on to accompany royalty on a quest. He was also glad that all the non-intelligent horses in the royal stables had been trained not to be terrified of him and his fellow Talking Leopards, or he could not have been part of the expedition.
 
"I know Peter," she said as she rolled her eyes, "I beat you last week didn't I? And dont say you let me win! I know that you tried."

Lucy rode up next to Susan's horse as she told Elena, her lady-in-waiting to get Aravis a horse.
 
Peter-Copperfox
Susan-Shadow_Kitty
Edmund-Barbaianking
Mr. Tumnus-Loverble
Lucy's ladies in waiting (up to three or four)-(feel free to pick a name)
1) Elena- Josie_Caspian91
Susan's Ladies in waiting (same thing)
1) Adilia - Aslan's Messenger
Mr. and Mrs Beaver
Aslan
Cor
Corin
Aravis-Iminlovewithedwardcullen
Mrs. Edmund Pevensie-Mrs. Pevensie
 
OOC: Probably Aslan won't need to appear more than a time or two, besides the low-key appearance He already made; the founder of this thread could write His words and actions for those times to come.
 
Horatius came silently, fluidly up to the group just as Peter was taking his leave of it. "I am at the disposal of Your Majesties," he declared in a mellow rumble. "If it suits you, I could at times on our wanderings range afield and find other Talking Beasts to enlist in the search; but let this be as pleases the Children of Adam and Eve."
 
*Edmund walks in*
"Whoaa! Everyone is going with me? I mean, Ladies, I am honored, to be sure, but will no one stay to keep company to my faithful beloved, Lady Angela? She was delighted with the gathering here and preferred to stay. But I am honored just the same."

*Looking at Lucy*
"Royal sister, your sword fighting skills are excellent, but not as magnificent as our Royal Brother, the High King" *bows towards the High King chambers* "Even I can't say I'm as good as he. We know his strength comes from The Lion Himself. And no living soul, Royal or otherwise, can match that."
"Besides, I don't think we are going to face any resistance, much less a warrior of the Tisroc (in that case I would be frightened for you Royal Sister)."
 
Horatius had heard enough to realize why King Edmund had made his remark to Queen Lucy. Besides, having been around the rulers for almost his entire adult life, the veteran soldier-leopard was well aware of how casually Queen Lucy would toss out disrespectful remarks to the High King on the assumption that he would shrug them off. Now, for the first time in his career, Horatius decided to say something about it himself.

"Your Majesty Queen Lucy, when Laneeja and I raised our cubs, we taught them how to stalk and fight and slay at need. This called for plenty of play-fighting, which as you know is the schooling of carnivorous beasts. Exchanging gentle blows and soft bites with our young ones, my wife and I _never_ put forth even half of our strength; and we were pleased when the cubs could outperform our self-restrained efforts, because it was all about their learning to fend for themselves.

"I know how many hours the High King put into teaching you swordsmanship; but you have not seen him close up in life-or-death action as often as I have. You were not within ten feet of him as I was, the time he brought down an Evil Giant captain singlehandedly, by slicing through a massive boot and the ankle-tendon inside it with a single stroke of his sword, in much the same way as our swordsmice can bring down human foes. My Queen, I have no doubt that you can best nine out of ten men you will ever meet at fencing; but your eldest brother is the tenth man.

"You say he was 'really trying' that time you got a touch in on him in swordplay. I solemnly assure you that he was only 'really trying' _within_ the bounds of sportive combat. If His Majesty had been putting _everything_ into the duel, as in the crisis of battle, Your Majesty's body would have been left on the ground in two severed pieces. I say this only because overconfidence on your part could someday be the death of you, just as surely as overconfidence can be the death of a male warrior."
 
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It's not as complicated as it might look. The essence is that everybody who's royal except Peter is going to take off on the quest for a successor to the Hermit of Archenland; Peter himself will be loafing around MERELY running the country for awhile. ;)

Maidservants Adilia and Elena will be accompanying the seekers, as will the female Talking Mouse Kreechikee and the male Talking Leopard Horatius. (Full-time control of both animal characters is up for grabs.) Mister Tumnus is catching a Gryphon Airlines flight to visit the aforesaid Hermit.

And as far as I know, Mrs. Pevensie is planning to stay behind at Cair Paravel; but she may change her mind when she realizes that every other female character is bookin' outta there.
 
BarbarianKing said:
*Edmund walks in*
"Whoaa! Everyone is going with me? I mean, Ladies, I am honored, to be sure, but will no one stay to keep company to my faithful beloved, Lady Angela? She was delighted with the gathering here and preferred to stay. But I am honored just the same."

*Looking at Lucy*
"Royal sister, your sword fighting skills are excellent, but not as magnificent as our Royal Brother, the High King" *bows towards the High King chambers* "Even I can't say I'm as good as he. We know his strength comes from The Lion Himself. And no living soul, Royal or otherwise, can match that."
"Besides, I don't think we are going to face any resistance, much less a warrior of the Tisroc (in that case I would be frightened for you Royal Sister)."
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"Dear brother, she said to Edmund, "you know that was only his off day! Of course he could whip me if hadn't been so tired. I just wanted to have a little fun with him. And I know, I know, but in case bandits attack us I'd like to be ready!"

She smiled and winked at Peter, having been told by him a long time ago to always be prepared.

"Good ol' Horatius," she said to the lepord, "you'll defend the High King no matter what. Just like my Ebony (her mare), If he and I were to be in real combat I'd surely would have my had chopped off. And, dear lepord friend, I have seen many a battle too where my brother has defended Narnia greatly. And you really thing 9 out of 10, you give me too much credit!"

She got off Ebony and went to her brother's side, kissed his cheek, and held his ching.

"You know I was only kidding, I didn't mean to sly you like that in front everyone. Forgive me?"
She made a crooked, innocent, smile.
 
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Peter's reply was to kiss his cherished little sister on her right cheek, then her forehead, then her left cheek, after which he hugged her soundly, and maintained the embrace while speaking past her to the amnesiac maidservant:

"Adilia, remember that Aslan did not specify WHAT your part was to be in finding a successor for the wise man of the south. It is not beyond possibility that YOU YOURSELF are intended to be the next Hermit; but if you already had marriage plans with someone, we can ask Aslan to agree to let you be only SORT OF a hermit. The Archenland Hermitage does have room for two easily."
 
"I concur," said Lucy pulling away from her brother's embrace with a smile, "best we be off then. Ebony!"

"Yes mistress," said her black mare.

"How long can you last, with your leg an all?" Ebony had hurt herself days ago from a jump.

"Till nightfall."

"Good then lets go."
 
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