Tales from the Wardrobe...
- Thread starter dayhawk68
- Start date
- Status
Copperfox
Well-known member
"You'll get exercise even before any hunting begins, Ebony," said Kayeleigh, who had come up from behind. "Every animal of any size for at least the next league or so [OOC: league=about 3 miles] is either a talking one, or owned by people. Horatius would not kill any animal in either of those groups, therefore he must travel ahead before there will be any chance of meaningful hunting."
Horatius rubbed his head against Kaye's stirruped foot, grateful for the support; then he said, "Thus the exercise begins with a fair jog down the road. Ralph, whatever sport others take, I want you near me."
"Yes, sir," chirped the boy, whose voice was changing. "I mean, um, if it shall please the Queens of Narnia."
Horatius rubbed his head against Kaye's stirruped foot, grateful for the support; then he said, "Thus the exercise begins with a fair jog down the road. Ralph, whatever sport others take, I want you near me."
"Yes, sir," chirped the boy, whose voice was changing. "I mean, um, if it shall please the Queens of Narnia."
Copperfox
Well-known member
Horatius resisted the urge to say to Ebony, "Yes, you are"--meaning, game in the sense of meat. Instead, he looked over his shoulder at Queen Susan, saying, "Your Gentle Majesty, do not hesitate to sound your horn if any trouble arises, and I shall return to you at all speed, though it were to mean that I ate nothing today OR tomorrow."
Susan regally nodded at the faithful soldier-beast; and Horatius turned his attention to travel. He knew that even an average horse, let alone a high-quality Talking Horse, could outperform the strongest leopard ever born when it came to making speed over distance. He cared not a whisker if Ebony wanted to score pride-points by outdistancing him on the way to the nearest hunting grounds; but he did not care to lose sight of Lucy. By coming along on his hunt, he considered that she had placed herself back under his care, making it his duty to see that no harm befell her.
Susan regally nodded at the faithful soldier-beast; and Horatius turned his attention to travel. He knew that even an average horse, let alone a high-quality Talking Horse, could outperform the strongest leopard ever born when it came to making speed over distance. He cared not a whisker if Ebony wanted to score pride-points by outdistancing him on the way to the nearest hunting grounds; but he did not care to lose sight of Lucy. By coming along on his hunt, he considered that she had placed herself back under his care, making it his duty to see that no harm befell her.
Edmund, in a quiet voice:
"You have to lances as well as two horses Peter? I am glad you are always prepared for every eventuality," Edmund said, casually grabbing the spear that Peter gave to him."
At that moment, several creatures came into view and charge at the Royal Party. Edmund could not make up any humans among them, but he was surprised at what he saw.
Copperfox
Well-known member
What astonished Edmund and Peter was not so much the five Ogres leading the attack; what made no sense was the crowd of medium-sized Talking Animals who came on their heels. They were mostly goats, hogs and rabbits, with a few other types; they seemed to be shouting "Peace! Peace! Forth, Ogres! Kill the warmongers!"
Peter did not let this anomaly prevent him from taking action. Hefting his spear, he hurled it into the nearest Ogre, piercing his heart right through so that his instantly-dead body fell back and bowled over two rams (neither of these was the one questioned before by Horatius). As Edmund chose his first adversary, the birds who had been convoying Peter began fiercely diving at the other three Ogres, wounding their faces and shoulders and preventing them from ganging up on either of their intended victims.
Last edited:
Edmund also threw his spear in their direction, hitting an ogre near his heart, though not quite on target as the High King. However, this ogre had been already wounded by the eagles so it did not matter: the ogre fell down and took out another attacker with his fall.
Edmund looked at Peter, Peter looked at Edmund, both nodded to each other, drew their swords, and charged at the approaching enemies."
Edmund looked at Peter, Peter looked at Edmund, both nodded to each other, drew their swords, and charged at the approaching enemies."
Knight of Narnia
New member
OOC: Sorry for returning to this adventure a bit late, the real Cor had to stay late at work to finish up a project. Since Cor is still apart from the rest of the party, I should be ok with posting at odd times. If he returns to the party and someone needs to move him, please feel free to do so.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cor awoke early the next morning and went over to the stream to wash his face and hands. After washing, he looked around to see where Windchaser had gone. He did not see the young horse at first, so he called out to him.
"Windchaser, where have you gone? We need to be on our way soon."
After hearing his name called, the young horse walked back towards where Cor was standing. Cor noticed that his lips and mouth were very messy, like he had just eaten something.
"Windchaser, where did you go just now?" Cor asked
"Sorry for leaving your majesty, but I was hungry when I woke up this morning so I went to look for food and I found some very nice berry bushes."
"That's fine Windchaser, you need all the energy you can get for today's ride. We need to try and catch up with Aravis and the Pevensies as soon as we can."
Cor saddled up Windchaser and rode of towards the mountain pass that he commonly took to Narnia. This particular pass had only recently become passable, thanks to the combined efforts of the Kingdoms of Narnia and Archenland. Several years back, in an effort to expedite trade and travel between the two kingdoms, Peter and Edmund along with Cor and Corin had fought off nearly all of the non-talking predators that roamed the mountains. Now, only a handful of talking predators remained, and they had reached a long-standing agreement with the talking herbivores to clearly mark the areas that they would hunt. Now that the pass was once again peaceful, many of the talking herbivores from Narnia would pass through to look for some of the sweet fruits and grasses that grew in Archenland.
Cor and Windchaser had been traveling and a great pace and reached the mountain pass rather quickly. They began to ascend the path when suddenly, a great mountain lion lept in front of them, startling Windchaser who nearly threw Cor. Cor drew his sword and prepared to strike down the creature when all of a sudden it spoke to them
"Forgive me your Highness" the mountain lion said bowing his head "I was in a great hurry to find someone to help us. When I saw you coming, I leapt down from the cliffside without thinking. I do apologise for startling your horse."
"I do have a name you know, cat. I am called Windchaser and was named by the King here himself." said Windchaser in a rather haughty voice
"Calm yourself Windchaser. This cougar meant us no harm." said Cor turning to the lion. "You had said you were looking for someone to help you, what did you need help with?"
"I was looking for some food for my family, when I caught the scent of sheep in an area where I had clearly marked as being hunting territory. (the cougar had scratched pictures into the bark of several trees in the area). I slowly walked towards the scent and was astounded to see dozens of sheep standing around in a large group. I moved in closer to see what was going on when I noticed a female faun standing on a rock in front of the sheep. She was shouting something at the sheep who seemed to be listening intently. It was rather strange to see a faun speaking to a group of sheep like that so I ventured closer to see what has happening.
"Who is to blame for all of these wars?" she said
"Humaaaaans!" the sheep bleated in unison
"What do we consider the human wars to be?"
"Maaaaaaadness" the sheep bleated again
"So what are all of the wars really about?" she said
"Maaaaadnesss of Humaaaaaaaans!" the sheep bleated eagarly
"It was at this point that the branch I was standing on cracked and alerted the sheep to my presence. Never being one of the more courageous creatures in Narnia, they immediately scattered throughout the mountain. I wasn't sure what to make of this so I decided to run and get some help from one of the Sons of Adam." said the cougar.
"You did good to warn us. We must find out what all of this nonsense is about." said Cor "Thank you for your help my friend, what is your name?"
"I am known as Redclaw" the cougar replied
"Well then Redclaw, can you take us to where the sheep had gathered?"
Redclaw led Cor and Windchaser through the mountain pass to a large open area. It seemed that in the short while since Redclaw had first left, many of the sheep had returned to the area not knowing what else to do. They had been talking amongst themselves, and were growing quite loud to the point where Cor and the others could hear them talking.
"Never hate! Never fight!
The MAAAAAAAD-ness of war! The MAAAAAAAD-ness of war!
No more swords! No more bows!
The MAAAAAAAD-ness of war! The MAAAAAAAD-ness of war!"
When the sheep caught sight of Cor, they stopped chanting and stared blankly for half a minute--neither advancing, nor making way for the young King of Archenland. Then one in the front rank restarted the chanting:
"Man of blood, man of pain!
The MAAAAAAAD-ness of war! The MAAAAAAAD-ness of war!
Has a sword--has no heart!
The MAAAAAAAD-ness of war! The MAAAAAAAD-ness of war!"
Windchaser did not endure much more of this before he trotted closer to the sheep of his own accord, then reared up menacingly, which caused the sheep to fall silent again and shrink back. "Don't you stupid creatures realize whom you're shouting at?"
Redclaw jumped and landed next to Windchaser and roarded menacingly at the sheep "You stupid herbivores, do you even know what you are saying?"
"Calm down, both of you." said Cor in a slightly tense voice "Let us see what these sheep have to say." he turned to address the sheep "Who is it that has put these words into your head?"
One ewe came forward and said "It was the Faun that showed us the treachery of the humans! She told us that everything was fine in Narnia until those miserable sons-and-daughters of Adam came along and messed everything up. Now there is all of this fighting and we sheep are tired of it! We never had any of these wars when Jadis was still around. It was even colder which was fine for us with wool coats. We want these sons-and-daughters of Adam to return to wherever it is that they came from and leave us sheep to graze in peace once and for all."
Cor attempted to speak to the ewe to see if he could find anything else out, but she simply started chanting again which got the rest of the flock to join in as well.
Never hate! Never fight!
The MAAAAAAAD-ness of war! The MAAAAAAAD-ness of war!
No more swords! No more bows!
The MAAAAAAAD-ness of war! The MAAAAAAAD-ness of war!"
Cor looked at Windchaser and Redclaw and simply shook his head. The three of them walked off towards Narnia, leaving the sheep to continue their chant.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
OOC again: Just to clarify for everyone, Cor is still behind the rest of the group. He returned to Archenland after everyone else had already left for the inn. The night when he and Windchaser rested was when everyone was at the inn. He still hasn't made it into Narnia at this point.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cor awoke early the next morning and went over to the stream to wash his face and hands. After washing, he looked around to see where Windchaser had gone. He did not see the young horse at first, so he called out to him.
"Windchaser, where have you gone? We need to be on our way soon."
After hearing his name called, the young horse walked back towards where Cor was standing. Cor noticed that his lips and mouth were very messy, like he had just eaten something.
"Windchaser, where did you go just now?" Cor asked
"Sorry for leaving your majesty, but I was hungry when I woke up this morning so I went to look for food and I found some very nice berry bushes."
"That's fine Windchaser, you need all the energy you can get for today's ride. We need to try and catch up with Aravis and the Pevensies as soon as we can."
Cor saddled up Windchaser and rode of towards the mountain pass that he commonly took to Narnia. This particular pass had only recently become passable, thanks to the combined efforts of the Kingdoms of Narnia and Archenland. Several years back, in an effort to expedite trade and travel between the two kingdoms, Peter and Edmund along with Cor and Corin had fought off nearly all of the non-talking predators that roamed the mountains. Now, only a handful of talking predators remained, and they had reached a long-standing agreement with the talking herbivores to clearly mark the areas that they would hunt. Now that the pass was once again peaceful, many of the talking herbivores from Narnia would pass through to look for some of the sweet fruits and grasses that grew in Archenland.
Cor and Windchaser had been traveling and a great pace and reached the mountain pass rather quickly. They began to ascend the path when suddenly, a great mountain lion lept in front of them, startling Windchaser who nearly threw Cor. Cor drew his sword and prepared to strike down the creature when all of a sudden it spoke to them
"Forgive me your Highness" the mountain lion said bowing his head "I was in a great hurry to find someone to help us. When I saw you coming, I leapt down from the cliffside without thinking. I do apologise for startling your horse."
"I do have a name you know, cat. I am called Windchaser and was named by the King here himself." said Windchaser in a rather haughty voice
"Calm yourself Windchaser. This cougar meant us no harm." said Cor turning to the lion. "You had said you were looking for someone to help you, what did you need help with?"
"I was looking for some food for my family, when I caught the scent of sheep in an area where I had clearly marked as being hunting territory. (the cougar had scratched pictures into the bark of several trees in the area). I slowly walked towards the scent and was astounded to see dozens of sheep standing around in a large group. I moved in closer to see what was going on when I noticed a female faun standing on a rock in front of the sheep. She was shouting something at the sheep who seemed to be listening intently. It was rather strange to see a faun speaking to a group of sheep like that so I ventured closer to see what has happening.
"Who is to blame for all of these wars?" she said
"Humaaaaans!" the sheep bleated in unison
"What do we consider the human wars to be?"
"Maaaaaaadness" the sheep bleated again
"So what are all of the wars really about?" she said
"Maaaaadnesss of Humaaaaaaaans!" the sheep bleated eagarly
"It was at this point that the branch I was standing on cracked and alerted the sheep to my presence. Never being one of the more courageous creatures in Narnia, they immediately scattered throughout the mountain. I wasn't sure what to make of this so I decided to run and get some help from one of the Sons of Adam." said the cougar.
"You did good to warn us. We must find out what all of this nonsense is about." said Cor "Thank you for your help my friend, what is your name?"
"I am known as Redclaw" the cougar replied
"Well then Redclaw, can you take us to where the sheep had gathered?"
Redclaw led Cor and Windchaser through the mountain pass to a large open area. It seemed that in the short while since Redclaw had first left, many of the sheep had returned to the area not knowing what else to do. They had been talking amongst themselves, and were growing quite loud to the point where Cor and the others could hear them talking.
"Never hate! Never fight!
The MAAAAAAAD-ness of war! The MAAAAAAAD-ness of war!
No more swords! No more bows!
The MAAAAAAAD-ness of war! The MAAAAAAAD-ness of war!"
When the sheep caught sight of Cor, they stopped chanting and stared blankly for half a minute--neither advancing, nor making way for the young King of Archenland. Then one in the front rank restarted the chanting:
"Man of blood, man of pain!
The MAAAAAAAD-ness of war! The MAAAAAAAD-ness of war!
Has a sword--has no heart!
The MAAAAAAAD-ness of war! The MAAAAAAAD-ness of war!"
Windchaser did not endure much more of this before he trotted closer to the sheep of his own accord, then reared up menacingly, which caused the sheep to fall silent again and shrink back. "Don't you stupid creatures realize whom you're shouting at?"
Redclaw jumped and landed next to Windchaser and roarded menacingly at the sheep "You stupid herbivores, do you even know what you are saying?"
"Calm down, both of you." said Cor in a slightly tense voice "Let us see what these sheep have to say." he turned to address the sheep "Who is it that has put these words into your head?"
One ewe came forward and said "It was the Faun that showed us the treachery of the humans! She told us that everything was fine in Narnia until those miserable sons-and-daughters of Adam came along and messed everything up. Now there is all of this fighting and we sheep are tired of it! We never had any of these wars when Jadis was still around. It was even colder which was fine for us with wool coats. We want these sons-and-daughters of Adam to return to wherever it is that they came from and leave us sheep to graze in peace once and for all."
Cor attempted to speak to the ewe to see if he could find anything else out, but she simply started chanting again which got the rest of the flock to join in as well.
Never hate! Never fight!
The MAAAAAAAD-ness of war! The MAAAAAAAD-ness of war!
No more swords! No more bows!
The MAAAAAAAD-ness of war! The MAAAAAAAD-ness of war!"
Cor looked at Windchaser and Redclaw and simply shook his head. The three of them walked off towards Narnia, leaving the sheep to continue their chant.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
OOC again: Just to clarify for everyone, Cor is still behind the rest of the group. He returned to Archenland after everyone else had already left for the inn. The night when he and Windchaser rested was when everyone was at the inn. He still hasn't made it into Narnia at this point.
Last edited:
Copperfox
Well-known member
This takes up from post #507
An instant later, Peter was to regret letting his spear out of his hand; but he just could not believe that _Narnian_ beasts would attack him. Not that _most_ of them were; most lost their boldness when they saw the Ogres' charge halted. But a boar--not one of the hogs who had greeted the questing party--was coming at Peter, grunting, "Kill the human!"
Peter's horse was in the most immediate peril of being attacked by tusks--but as a royal horse, was well enough trained that it didn't just stand there waiting to be gored. As his mount evaded the threat at ground level, Peter traded blows with another Ogre who had dashed to earth the two ravens harassing him. It was a close thing, fighting from a horseback-platform that was in danger of being knocked out from under him by the boar; but the High King managed not to be unseated by the evasive maneuvers...caught on his shield the strokes of the Ogre's spiked bludgeon...and when the right opening came, sent the Ogre to Tash with a severed head.
Without a pause, then, Peter leaned out and attempted to subdue the still-attacking boar. (He peripherally noted that Edmund, not hampered by attacks on his horse, had accounted for the last of the Ogres; and that the escort eagle and other birds were driving the animal mob a little farther away.)
For Peter still couldn't believe that any of his own subjects would attack him and Edmund of their own free will; there _must_ be some sorcery involved. So he didn't want to kill this boar, unless at the final extremity of self-preservation. Instead, he struck with the flat of his sword, but with all the strength he could bring to bear, on one of the hog's ears. This inflicted enough of a stun that Peter could steer his horse into the clear--and retrieve his spear from the body of the first fallen Ogre.
==============================
OOC: Let everyone understand that KnightofNarnia's inserted post is NOT any part of this Ogre scene. In fact, what KnightofNarnia describes happens THE NEXT DAY, with Cor still at a different place than any other player character.
An instant later, Peter was to regret letting his spear out of his hand; but he just could not believe that _Narnian_ beasts would attack him. Not that _most_ of them were; most lost their boldness when they saw the Ogres' charge halted. But a boar--not one of the hogs who had greeted the questing party--was coming at Peter, grunting, "Kill the human!"
Peter's horse was in the most immediate peril of being attacked by tusks--but as a royal horse, was well enough trained that it didn't just stand there waiting to be gored. As his mount evaded the threat at ground level, Peter traded blows with another Ogre who had dashed to earth the two ravens harassing him. It was a close thing, fighting from a horseback-platform that was in danger of being knocked out from under him by the boar; but the High King managed not to be unseated by the evasive maneuvers...caught on his shield the strokes of the Ogre's spiked bludgeon...and when the right opening came, sent the Ogre to Tash with a severed head.
Without a pause, then, Peter leaned out and attempted to subdue the still-attacking boar. (He peripherally noted that Edmund, not hampered by attacks on his horse, had accounted for the last of the Ogres; and that the escort eagle and other birds were driving the animal mob a little farther away.)
For Peter still couldn't believe that any of his own subjects would attack him and Edmund of their own free will; there _must_ be some sorcery involved. So he didn't want to kill this boar, unless at the final extremity of self-preservation. Instead, he struck with the flat of his sword, but with all the strength he could bring to bear, on one of the hog's ears. This inflicted enough of a stun that Peter could steer his horse into the clear--and retrieve his spear from the body of the first fallen Ogre.
==============================
OOC: Let everyone understand that KnightofNarnia's inserted post is NOT any part of this Ogre scene. In fact, what KnightofNarnia describes happens THE NEXT DAY, with Cor still at a different place than any other player character.
Last edited:
Copperfox
Well-known member
OOC: Edmund wants to be with Angela; Peter wants to be with Lucy; and the whole game needs to advance in time, so as to catch up with Cor who is already on the third day. Therefore, I hope no one minds if I expedite this...
=================================================
Having handily dispatched three Ogres, Edmund also retrieved the spear he had used, and stood on guard watching the confused rebel animals--while Peter demanded an account from the one beast that had proven really aggressive. Meanwhile, the two Ravens who had been knocked out of mid-air struggled to their feet and assured the Younger King that they were not gravely hurt, which Edmund was glad to hear.
"Why did you do this?" shouted Peter, his swordpoint held at the throat of the prostrate boar and his dagger grasped in his shield-hand as a backup. "How could you even _associate_ with Ogres who have not yielded themselves in submission to your Kings and Queens?"
"Children of Adam--always trouble!" the ugly beast grunted. "Always war, never peace. Have to go away; the She-Fauns said so. All wars--because of humans."
"THAT, pork-for-brains, is a lie!" snapped Peter. "I've researched enough Narnian history to know that the very FIRST war ever fought in Narnia was when the Talking Lions had taught their fighting skills to the Talking Tigers, and then the demon Tash (Aslan rebuke him!) tricked the Tigers into regarding the Lions as foes and attacking them. That war was STOPPED by a human, the great King Frank--with the aid of other Talking Beasts who NEVER questioned their King's good character! Now tell me more about these Fauns; were they in the company of a Talking Weasel?"
"Some of time," admitted the boar. "She-Fauns: two sisters, Chadixa and Chiknali. Chiknali--soon go south, to talk to beasts near mountains. Tell us, Ogres good, Kings and Queens bad."
Over his shoulder, Edmund retorted to this: "The Fauns either knowingly lied, or were themselves under some deception like you! If my noble brother were evil, he would slay you now, but I am confident he will not."
"My most worthy brother is right," said Peter to the hog. "You may arise; go stand with the others." The chastened boar obeyed, and Peter stepped closer to the still-mounted Edmund. "Ed, you saved me! Even with my faithful birds helping me, I wouldn't have been able to handle six large, tough enemies all at once--especially since, if I'd been alone, the other beasts probably would _also_ have found the boldness to press an attack."
"You're welcome," said Edmund. "But what are we supposed to do with all of them now?"
Even as Edmund said this, both brothers abruptly felt a familiar sensation--but one which was impossible to get tired of: the sudden joy that heralded the arrival of Aslan for those who loved Him. Sure enough, all at once there He stood. The mutinous animals all cringed and quaked in pitifully obvious agonies of terror--the same way demons on Earth had lost all their cockiness and trembled in fear every time Aslan had confronted them in His primary form as Jesus Christ. As they wailed and begged for mercy, Aslan's first act was to give a light shake of His mane, which caused the two injured ravens to be instantly healed. Peter and Edmund, meanwhile, knelt in worship before the Great Lion.
"My dear sons," Aslan addressed the brothers, "I will see to the correction of these poor deluded beasts. They are NOW freed from the deception; in this I choose to apply My will sovereignly and make it so. After I send each of you on his way to that mortal whom he loves most of all, I shall instruct these beasts more thoroughly concerning what Narnia is dealing with. All of them shall then make amends for consenting to believe lies, by going forth and speaking truth which counters Nedwal's lies; at the same time, they will _also_ help to alert more Narnians to the matter of the Hermit of Archenland.
"Peter, you will need to preserve your even temper. You are the foremost target of calumny and slander, because you are the eldest. But be of good cheer; though you know that it is not best for Me to do everything for you, neither will I ever forsake you."
Almost quicker than the mind could follow, Aslan's breath carried Edmund, the horse Phillip, and the loyal birds all the way to Cair Paravel. Time seemed to become normal again--just in time for Edmund to find Princess-Consort Angela flinging herself upon him and showering him with passionate kisses. Not far behind Angela were Councillor Tumnus, and Centauress Yedulia the daughter of Oreius. After giving the couple a decent interval of time for kissing and caressing, Tumnus and Yedulia began telling Edmund some of what had been going on in his absence.
Peter and his horses, meanwhile, were transported to a spot within sight of the main questing party. He and Susan embraced and kissed, then he greeted the others and began exchanging stories. This included the answer to his question about where Lucy had gotten to.
Soon, changing to the currently more-rested of his horses, Peter was off in pursuit of Lucy, who was not far enough away to let him reach her via the soul-melding amulet. As he went, a thought came to him which had been postponed by the relief of surviving the ambush, the joy of a meeting with Aslan, and the gladness of rejoining sisters and friends. "Aslan didn't tell me WHO was ultimately behind this uprising or whatever it is! Nor did He say whether it had any close connection with the quest. He sure _does_ mean it when He says He won't do everything for us Himself!"
=============================
OOC: KnightofNarnia, PLEASE note that there are now TWO Fauns. The one called Chadixa is supposed to be found by Shangpo and Kreechikee. BarbarianKing, the character of Angela is now under YOUR control--until and unless forum-member Mrs.Pevensie reclaims her.
=================================================
Having handily dispatched three Ogres, Edmund also retrieved the spear he had used, and stood on guard watching the confused rebel animals--while Peter demanded an account from the one beast that had proven really aggressive. Meanwhile, the two Ravens who had been knocked out of mid-air struggled to their feet and assured the Younger King that they were not gravely hurt, which Edmund was glad to hear.
"Why did you do this?" shouted Peter, his swordpoint held at the throat of the prostrate boar and his dagger grasped in his shield-hand as a backup. "How could you even _associate_ with Ogres who have not yielded themselves in submission to your Kings and Queens?"
"Children of Adam--always trouble!" the ugly beast grunted. "Always war, never peace. Have to go away; the She-Fauns said so. All wars--because of humans."
"THAT, pork-for-brains, is a lie!" snapped Peter. "I've researched enough Narnian history to know that the very FIRST war ever fought in Narnia was when the Talking Lions had taught their fighting skills to the Talking Tigers, and then the demon Tash (Aslan rebuke him!) tricked the Tigers into regarding the Lions as foes and attacking them. That war was STOPPED by a human, the great King Frank--with the aid of other Talking Beasts who NEVER questioned their King's good character! Now tell me more about these Fauns; were they in the company of a Talking Weasel?"
"Some of time," admitted the boar. "She-Fauns: two sisters, Chadixa and Chiknali. Chiknali--soon go south, to talk to beasts near mountains. Tell us, Ogres good, Kings and Queens bad."
Over his shoulder, Edmund retorted to this: "The Fauns either knowingly lied, or were themselves under some deception like you! If my noble brother were evil, he would slay you now, but I am confident he will not."
"My most worthy brother is right," said Peter to the hog. "You may arise; go stand with the others." The chastened boar obeyed, and Peter stepped closer to the still-mounted Edmund. "Ed, you saved me! Even with my faithful birds helping me, I wouldn't have been able to handle six large, tough enemies all at once--especially since, if I'd been alone, the other beasts probably would _also_ have found the boldness to press an attack."
"You're welcome," said Edmund. "But what are we supposed to do with all of them now?"
Even as Edmund said this, both brothers abruptly felt a familiar sensation--but one which was impossible to get tired of: the sudden joy that heralded the arrival of Aslan for those who loved Him. Sure enough, all at once there He stood. The mutinous animals all cringed and quaked in pitifully obvious agonies of terror--the same way demons on Earth had lost all their cockiness and trembled in fear every time Aslan had confronted them in His primary form as Jesus Christ. As they wailed and begged for mercy, Aslan's first act was to give a light shake of His mane, which caused the two injured ravens to be instantly healed. Peter and Edmund, meanwhile, knelt in worship before the Great Lion.
"My dear sons," Aslan addressed the brothers, "I will see to the correction of these poor deluded beasts. They are NOW freed from the deception; in this I choose to apply My will sovereignly and make it so. After I send each of you on his way to that mortal whom he loves most of all, I shall instruct these beasts more thoroughly concerning what Narnia is dealing with. All of them shall then make amends for consenting to believe lies, by going forth and speaking truth which counters Nedwal's lies; at the same time, they will _also_ help to alert more Narnians to the matter of the Hermit of Archenland.
"Peter, you will need to preserve your even temper. You are the foremost target of calumny and slander, because you are the eldest. But be of good cheer; though you know that it is not best for Me to do everything for you, neither will I ever forsake you."
Almost quicker than the mind could follow, Aslan's breath carried Edmund, the horse Phillip, and the loyal birds all the way to Cair Paravel. Time seemed to become normal again--just in time for Edmund to find Princess-Consort Angela flinging herself upon him and showering him with passionate kisses. Not far behind Angela were Councillor Tumnus, and Centauress Yedulia the daughter of Oreius. After giving the couple a decent interval of time for kissing and caressing, Tumnus and Yedulia began telling Edmund some of what had been going on in his absence.
Peter and his horses, meanwhile, were transported to a spot within sight of the main questing party. He and Susan embraced and kissed, then he greeted the others and began exchanging stories. This included the answer to his question about where Lucy had gotten to.
Soon, changing to the currently more-rested of his horses, Peter was off in pursuit of Lucy, who was not far enough away to let him reach her via the soul-melding amulet. As he went, a thought came to him which had been postponed by the relief of surviving the ambush, the joy of a meeting with Aslan, and the gladness of rejoining sisters and friends. "Aslan didn't tell me WHO was ultimately behind this uprising or whatever it is! Nor did He say whether it had any close connection with the quest. He sure _does_ mean it when He says He won't do everything for us Himself!"
=============================
OOC: KnightofNarnia, PLEASE note that there are now TWO Fauns. The one called Chadixa is supposed to be found by Shangpo and Kreechikee. BarbarianKing, the character of Angela is now under YOUR control--until and unless forum-member Mrs.Pevensie reclaims her.
Copperfox
Well-known member
OH-KAY, here's what I'm gonna do. The following scene occurs about five hours later than the latest point in time reached so far by the main set of characters. I can post ahead on this subplot because, like Cor's ride to rejoin his Queen, it is isolated from the main characters for awhile.
==========================
Talking to enough additional animals--always the less-aggressive types whom the mysterious Nedwal seemed most interested in indoctrinating--eventually led the Orangutan and the She-Mouse to a woodland hollow filled with rabbits, geese and the like. The same puppet-stage the interrogated sheep had described was there; and a Talking Weasel and She-Faun, who had to be Nedwal and Chadixa, were greeting their latest audience. As Shangpo and Kreechikee settled in, it seemed that Nedwal, though less than half the size of Chadixa, was doing all the talking.
"Welcome, fellow Narnians, whom Aslan created to be independent from human hatemongers! We are here to prove our courage in asserting our rights. We are here to speak truth to power! Four times already I have defied King Peeper to his face, and always he has backed down before me, due to the force of my moral authority!"
(At this point, Shangpo had to grasp Kreechikee's muzzle and hold her mouth shut, lest she shriek a rebuttal to the Weasel's brazen lie.)
"When enough of us have looked inside ourselves to find the same moral authority," Nedwal continued, "the spirit of the oneness of nature, that spirit of which Aslan is merely a metaphorical embodiment, will sweep the humans off their thrones without one drop of blood being shed, not even their inferior human blood!"
Now Chadixa spoke at last, as in full sight of the onlookers she thrust her hands into two hand-puppets, which resembled a duck and a groundhog. "It is now our pleasure to present to you, though in an entertaining form, the long-hidden TRUTH about King Peeper the Mad Idiot!"
Nedwal, too small to handle more than one puppet effectively, performed the title role. In the course of the incoherent play, "Peeper" was constantly making the most absurd boasts, and repeatedly being interrupted by the duck and groundhog beating him with slap-sticks. Most of the creatures in the audience laughed uproariously at each humiliation of the caricatured king. Yet "Peeper" always bounced back to do more bragging.
The last boast placed in the mouth of the parody figure made both Kreechikee and Shangpo gasp to think that anyone could even conceive of the High King saying anything of the sort:
"I, not Aslan, am the true God and Creator of Narnia! I and I alone gave speech to the animals, and movement to the trees! When Aslan died, it was I who raised him from the dead!"
==========================
Talking to enough additional animals--always the less-aggressive types whom the mysterious Nedwal seemed most interested in indoctrinating--eventually led the Orangutan and the She-Mouse to a woodland hollow filled with rabbits, geese and the like. The same puppet-stage the interrogated sheep had described was there; and a Talking Weasel and She-Faun, who had to be Nedwal and Chadixa, were greeting their latest audience. As Shangpo and Kreechikee settled in, it seemed that Nedwal, though less than half the size of Chadixa, was doing all the talking.
"Welcome, fellow Narnians, whom Aslan created to be independent from human hatemongers! We are here to prove our courage in asserting our rights. We are here to speak truth to power! Four times already I have defied King Peeper to his face, and always he has backed down before me, due to the force of my moral authority!"
(At this point, Shangpo had to grasp Kreechikee's muzzle and hold her mouth shut, lest she shriek a rebuttal to the Weasel's brazen lie.)
"When enough of us have looked inside ourselves to find the same moral authority," Nedwal continued, "the spirit of the oneness of nature, that spirit of which Aslan is merely a metaphorical embodiment, will sweep the humans off their thrones without one drop of blood being shed, not even their inferior human blood!"
Now Chadixa spoke at last, as in full sight of the onlookers she thrust her hands into two hand-puppets, which resembled a duck and a groundhog. "It is now our pleasure to present to you, though in an entertaining form, the long-hidden TRUTH about King Peeper the Mad Idiot!"
Nedwal, too small to handle more than one puppet effectively, performed the title role. In the course of the incoherent play, "Peeper" was constantly making the most absurd boasts, and repeatedly being interrupted by the duck and groundhog beating him with slap-sticks. Most of the creatures in the audience laughed uproariously at each humiliation of the caricatured king. Yet "Peeper" always bounced back to do more bragging.
The last boast placed in the mouth of the parody figure made both Kreechikee and Shangpo gasp to think that anyone could even conceive of the High King saying anything of the sort:
"I, not Aslan, am the true God and Creator of Narnia! I and I alone gave speech to the animals, and movement to the trees! When Aslan died, it was I who raised him from the dead!"
dayhawk68
New member
Lucy and Ebony studdenly stopped. There, about five meters away was a stag. Lucy could tell it was a talking stag. She waved at him and then made Ebony go foreward. But she was going too fast.
"What is up with you Eb?"
"I like hunting."
"But you are a HORSE!"
"Yes so? Even though I dont eat the prey doesn't mean I dont like the thrill of hunting for it."
"You are very strange hosr indeed."
"You forget, I'm a war horse. I was bred for killing."
"Indeed."
Copperfox
Well-known member
Coming along behind, Ralph pointed at the stag, calling to Horatius, "But what about--?"
"Talking Stag," said the leopard simply. "And no, we're not going to ask him where his nearest non-talking counterparts are. That would be bad manners. All this protocol, my lad, is why you never see a talking obligate carnivore in Narnia who's fat."
"Talking Stag," said the leopard simply. "And no, we're not going to ask him where his nearest non-talking counterparts are. That would be bad manners. All this protocol, my lad, is why you never see a talking obligate carnivore in Narnia who's fat."
loverble
New member
Tumnus now started to exsplain in deatail. "I went to see the Hermit and while I was there he was kind enugh to look into his pool into the future. What he said to me was most confusing but I am sure we shall be able to figure it out. He told me that the person that is to be the next Hermit will be who we don't think it will be. But they will prove themselfs worthy of the postion"
Copperfox
Well-known member
Peter, meanwhile, had found where Lucy and Horatius had left the road. Following the combination of leopard and horse tracks, he forced himself to proceed slowly and patiently. Eager as he was to speak with Lucy, he didn't want to blunder up and ruin the hunting by spooking the game.
Mrs. Pevensie
Active member
OOC: Let me know if you guys are cool with this. For the sake of the fact that I'm not on here very often and probably can't participate in this RPG you guys should probably open up my character and let someone else have it. 
Copperfox
Well-known member
I'll see if Powl would be interested; if not, there should be no reason why B-King couldn't handle both halves of that couple; then both sides of a conversation between them could be posted at once.
Meanwhile, I feel a song coming on--with NO apologies or respect to the dictator-adoring Harry Belafonte:
DAAAAAAAAAAAAAY-hawk! Day-ay-ay-hawk!
Dayhawk's gone but I wanna play role!
Dayhawk's gone but I wanna play role!
Work all night on a cool plot twist--Dayhawk gone but I wanna play role!
Other half of the dialogue's missed--Dayhawk gone but I wanna play role!
Come, Lucy Va-li-ant, are you in Havana? Dayhawk gone but I wanna play role!
If you're not in the game, who can make a plan-a? Dayhawk gone but I wanna play role!
Still, I understand--none better--if she has too many pesky real-world responsibilities. Pity, though; playing King Peter is FUN.
Meanwhile, I feel a song coming on--with NO apologies or respect to the dictator-adoring Harry Belafonte:
DAAAAAAAAAAAAAY-hawk! Day-ay-ay-hawk!
Dayhawk's gone but I wanna play role!
Dayhawk's gone but I wanna play role!
Work all night on a cool plot twist--Dayhawk gone but I wanna play role!
Other half of the dialogue's missed--Dayhawk gone but I wanna play role!
Come, Lucy Va-li-ant, are you in Havana? Dayhawk gone but I wanna play role!
If you're not in the game, who can make a plan-a? Dayhawk gone but I wanna play role!
Still, I understand--none better--if she has too many pesky real-world responsibilities. Pity, though; playing King Peter is FUN.
Knight of Narnia
New member
OOC: Hey guys, it looks like I got a little over-eager to RP for Cor, so we'll just assume he's heading towards Narnia with Windchaser and Redclaw. When everyone has had their opportunity to move their chars, I'll bring Cor back in, but until then I'll just sit back and enjoy reading everyone else's RP.
- Status