Tales from the Wardrobe...

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Since Dayhawk ISN'T on right now, let me toss in something to grease the wheels.


In the noisy but fragrant kitchen of the inn toward which the searchers were coming, the most junior assistant cook was on duty minding the round-the-clock soup kettle. (In a civilization without refrigerators, one of the ways to prevent food from rotting is to keep it perpetually simmering.) The soup sentry was an adolescent male Talking Orangutan called Shangpo. His ancestors had had no choice but to flee south when Jadis imposed a year-round winter which they could not endure; Shangpo himself, an adventurous soul in his mellow fashion, had been the first of his race to return to the north, less than a year ago. His choice of employment had been partly motivated by the fact that working near a huge cooking hearth would keep him warm.

"Shangpo, I'm relieving you from stirring for awhile," said a middle-aged Daughter of Eve named Nidrova, who was one of the senior cooks.

"Was I doing something wrong?"

"Not at all. But one of our Talking Magpie guests was out for a little flight, then came back and said he'd seen what looked like wealthy travellers approaching from the direction of the capital. We want someone to go out and greet them, and you can be most easily spared to do it right now. You usually get on well with people; try to put them in a good mood. Off with you, now."
 
Susan walked through the front doors of the Inn
she smelled a delicious smell of something cooking and only then did she relize how hungry she was
 
OOC: Now there's a quantum leap; I guess Shangpo must be assumed to have already gotten out and greeted the party, so _I'll_ assume that he's now assisting in the stabling of their horses.
 
Lucy walked in with her sister and immediatly the girls retreated to their rooms. Lucy looked to Elena and asked her to get her a glass of water and to check up on Edmund outside.
 
Kreechikree had ridden in on Elena's shoulder, purposely allowing herself to be heard speaking with the ladies. Although the existence of Talking Mice was well known in Narnia, many humans had only seen the ones who went about armed in the nation's service; thus, the secretary-mouse was making sure from the start that NO ONE mistook her for a rat. Once Shangpo returned from helping outside, she exchanged a few words with him about the quest, knowing he would have passed through Archenland when he migrated up into Narnia. Shangpo had indeed heard of the Hermit; and although he didn't think it likely that he would be able to contribute anything to the search for a successor, he promised to keep his ears open.
 
Meanwhile, outside, Horatius noticed a female badger standing on her hind feet, looking at him and Edmund. The biped stance confirming her intelligence, he spoke to her: "Good evening! Let's see, would you be Mistress Burrowbelle?" This was the name of a respected lady badger whom Horatius had met more than once before.

"I am, sir, and--oh, my goodness, that man with you--I beg your pardon, Your Majesty!" And she hastened to bow.

"Be at ease, Mother Badger," said Edmund, "as my companion and I are."

Burrowbelle shyly moved in closer. "I merely happened to be passing by....Um, uh, is His Majesty taking his pleasure at the inn?"

"Business, actually," replied Horatius, "but not especially perilous business as far as we can tell. Yet significant, especially for our good neighbors to the south." Then he allowed Edmund to take over, explaining the quest. Soon they had the assurance that Talking Badgers would also be on the alert for a sign of the unknown successor for the Archenland Hermitage.



* * Next post will presumably return to Susan and Adilia.
 
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Elena bowed to her Queen, and went into get her a glass of water.
She took the glass and found Edmund outside.

"Your majesty," she said as she curtised. "Is all well?" she asked.
 
"It is, thank you," said Edmund--to which Horatius added, "His Majesty just got done telling one of the elder Talking Badgers about our quest."
 
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Since it's paused, I'll insert more of the subplot

Vesta, Snowpelt and the three men-at-arms mingled with the Satyrs in their woodland encampment for hours beyond the departure of Peter and Angela, interviewing everyone who would talk to them. They compiled a grand biography of the deceased Blinjarda, but no clear leads. The mingling itself, however, was not for nothing. With every conversation, Snowpelt--who excelled Vesta in distinguishing scents as greatly as Vesta excelled any human being--was recording a unique individual Satyr in his mind by smell.

Any suitable game animals had long since been scared off by all the leopard and human activity; for supper, Vesta and Snowpelt had to get by with some venison jerky provided by Satyrs. The guardsmen were lodged for the night in a tent also provided by the Satyrs. Vesta and Snowpelt found a comfortable place to curl up together...and _pretended_ to be asleep, until they were sure everyone else _was_ asleep. Then they quietly arose....

...and slipped off through the night, back to the same tree in which the unidentified archer had perched to murder Blinjarda. The terrier had previously left some scent of his own to make certain of knowing the tree again.

"Are you sure you won't have blotted out the murderer's scent with your own?" Snowpelt whispered.

"Quite sure," answered the leopardess. "I stayed on the trunk when I was examining each tree; the murderer was on a large limb. I can't tell one Satyr from another by smell, but I can tell Satyr scent from leopard scent. I'll tear off bark where the Satyr scent is the strongest."

Vesta swarmed up the tree, found the limb where the killer had sat, and tore away as much bark as had the desired olfactory residue. As nearly as she could, she caused all the pieces of bark to fall in the same place. Her canine colleague moved to snuffle deeply over all the bark shards. By the time Vesta descended, Snowpelt had his answer.

"I now know who killed Blinjarda." The dog detective released a sigh of humanlike sadness. "I just don't know why. The killer was the Satyr-woman called Zelzil."

Vesta gasped, "The victim's own sister!"

Snowpelt nodded gravely. "Not all pairs of sisters enjoy so loving a relationship as our Queens do."


~ ~ We now return to our regularly scheduled roleplay.
 
Copperfox said:
"It is, thank you," said Edmund--to which Horatius added, "His Majesty just got done telling one of the elder Talking Badgers about our quest."
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Elena smiled. "I'm glad to hear that you're well your majesty. Oh, how is the Talking Badger? Is he going to help on our quest?"
 
Edmund smiled back, knowing that Elena would not interpret this in any inappropriate way. "It's a lady badger, Mistress Burrowbelle. I believe you would have seen her one time in Byron-on-Wells, when my sisters attended a town meeting there to hear the concerns of numerous Talking Animal communities. She is going to tell all her clan about the quest."
 
Tumnus, Krentell and the Hermit all sat down together for a meal. During this Tumnus told them of all the things that had been happerning recently in Narnia.

"I am going to look into the pool now I think" Said the Hermit suddenly. He had decided that ti was time to help them with their quest into finding the next Hermit. "I will warn you that what I find out may not be very obviouse. It may take you a while to figure out what is being meant by my message."

Both Tumnus and Krentell looked at each other and then nodded to the Hermit.

The Hermit then procceded to look into the pool. He did not respond for a few minuets which to Tumnus and Krentell felt like an eternity. When he did finnaly stand up he told them "The one who will sucssed me will be someone you dismiss as a candadate but at a later stage will show and prove themselves to be worthy."

~Is this ok Copperfox?~
 
Yes, Loverble, that should work very well. I hope our other cast members will take note of your entry, instead of failing to look any farther back than only one post before their own next one. NOW BACK INTO THE STORY---



"Reverend Hermit," said Lord Krentell, "what you see would appear to indicate that your successor will either be found in Narnia, or be found by Narnians. I will accordingly advise King Cor, when I see him at Anvard, that either he himself or someone acting for him should go north to follow the progress of the quest."
 
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Copperfox said:
Suddenly a flight of attack helicopters came swooping in, unleashing a storm of gunfire and rocket salvoes which killed Edmund, Susan, Lucy and everyone around them, leaving the inn a pile of smouldering, corpse-littered rubble. But before any of the players on the thread could come back and notice that their characters had been wiped out, Aslan brought everybody back to life, and made the inn as good as new with the addition of new bathroom tiles.
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[what the duce??????? no that never happened, and Im waiting until Josie does her "the post"
 
Elena heard people talking around the corner. "Excuse me your majesty." She curtisied to Edmund and Horatius. She walked quietly and leaned against the wall. She heard the voices of two people, rather regal looking. If she were an animal her ears would have perked right up - like a cats might. She over heard that the Hermit had some sort of a fortune. Elena leaned in a little more and craned her neck to see what was going on. She kept listening and then once she heard enough she ran up to Queen Lucy's room.

She flew in to her majesty's chambers.
"Your majesty!" she curtsied quickly and composed herself. She handed her Queen her drink. "Your majesty, I heard plenty from the Hermit." She whispered. He has a fortune, and who ever is his successor, will be fighting for that fortune.' He will be someone you dismiss as a candadate but at a later stage will show and prove themselves to be worthy.' Was what the Hermit said. He will be most likely found here in the land of Narnia. So it could be anyone." She finished and waited for her Queens reply.

OOC: I hope that was alright dayhwak :D:D Thank you to Copperfox for the info aswell :D
 
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"That is something indeed! I must tell Peter, go and discreatly tell this to the others. I dont want everyone in the inn to know. And Elena," she said with a smile, "nice work."


Lucy whipped out her silver necklace that Peter gave her and began to say the magic spell that allowed her to talk to her brother from far away.

"Mile by Mile, whisper by whisper, hear me my wimper from afar."

Suddenly she heard voices.

"Peter are you there?"
 
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Alas, I didn't give ENOUGH information! Tumnus and the Hermit are at least 200 miles away from the party that went to the inn. The Hermit's residence is in Archenland, while the inn is in eastern Narnia. Take some time to figure how to change the blooper, and then I'll delete this post.
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(ooc ok she'll fix it soon, until then we'll just talk.)
 
The reason why Lucy heard more than one voice was that this contact was occurring at a time when Peter and Angela had not yet finished their homeward ride. The lightweight amulet which made Peter's end of the contact brought Lucy's voice to his ears. The two interrelated items had been part of a treasure trove Peter had once captured from foes in war. It only worked for two who loved each other immeasurably; and as neither Peter nor Lucy had found a romantic love, their undying love for each other was what became imprinted on the mysterious magical invention. It only worked when the two components were at least a certain distance away--which was why Angela, knowing of the device, had nonetheless asked Donald the Duck to bear her message to Edmund.

"Lucy! I take it you're more than six leagues away now, right? I'm with Angela; we're heading back from some business which will interest Ed when he hears about it. But first, you tell me how you're doing."
 
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