Tales from the Wardrobe...

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Tell Josh your preference for terms of address; I only stepped in for him so there would be a reply to what you had said. But Edmund comes from England in the 1940's; the term "sweetheart" would be entirely natural for him. Try to remember that you and he are supposed to be married and madly in love; what's he supposed to call you, "fellow citizen"?
 
*after the hunting*
Lucy got off Ebony and started walking. It was night, but that didn't matter to her. She saw that Peter was sleeping soundly, but the others looked restless. Suddenly, after she passed many trees, she saw a lion staring strait at her. She wasn't afraid, she knew it was Aslan.
"Come dear heart," he said, "follow me."
He led her to a river where the moonlight glimmered off the water.
"Dear heart you have a task before you. But you fear it. Why?"
"I'm afraid that things wont be the same."
"Things never happen the same way twice," he said with a smile.
"I know. What about the others?"
"They will learn in time, all that matters is that you know what you are to do."
"Yes, alright."
With that she hugged him and they went their seperate ways.
 
At the castle, Angela was waiting for Edmund to come back with good news ... She was so angry to the world to be this way, killer sisters, dead Satyress ... Why was it this way ??

"Could you bring me a not evil turkish delight please ... I haven't eaten one since a long time, and when I worried, I like eating sugar ..."
 
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OOC: Dayhawk's post happens before Peter stood a sentry shift. Dayhawk makes no comment on the report from Shangpo and Kreechikee, nor on Donald's message that Cor is on his way. I'll just give some time to see if Dayhawk has anything more to add--or if we are supposed to jump ahead to where Cor gets to us.
 
I think this can be fitted in, though....

[AT SOME POINT]

Horatius trotted up to Queen Lucy, with a look of awe on his face that went far beyond his respect for human royalty. "Aslan was here during the night, was he not, Your Majesty? I know He was, because He did not choose to erase His residual scent; yet He clearly _prevented_ me from being aware of Him at the time He was present. And it was you whom He came to see. This I can tell, because your demeanor has changed. Your eldest brother's arrival did nothing after all to ease Your Majesty's disquiet; I scarcely heard you speak ten words to him when he did come. But _now_ Your Majesty has been comforted, if not exactly relieved of concerns."
 
"Relieved, no, but at better ease, yes. Aslan has that effect I guess."
She smiled at him then went back to her pallet, folded her hands, and went to sleep.

*we can skip ahead*
 
Having seen off both Shangpo and Donald, Peter and Ralph set about tending to the horses while the two ladies-in-waiting who had NOT stood watches prepared some breakfast. Horatius ate some leftover cooked venison, to simplify things. All through the day-opening activities, Peter chatted with Susan and Aravis, but noticed that Lucy still was keeping to herself. He didn't try to force a conversation, though; he knew from Horatius Whom Lucy had spoken with in the night. It bothered him that Lucy didn't want to discuss it with him, when he had openly detailed to her his own latest meeting with the Lion; but Aslan Himself might have bidden her to be quiet. Aslan was not a tame lion, but they were all His tame humans.

Eventually he said, to no one in particular, but audibly for all:

"Has everyone done the necessary things? Since we now know that Cor is on his way to find us...and since our information on the apparent rebels has already been sent on to Edmund and Oreius...and since one direction is as good as another for our quest..." Here he paused and looked at Lucy, in case she might be about to interject that Aslan had given some instruction. But the pensive Lucy did not acknowledge his glance, let alone say anything at that moment.

"As I say, since one direction is as good as another when we still know so little about finding that successor...let us head southward and meet Cor."

Aravis clapped her hands, clearly seconding the motion. When Peter mounted, he made sure this time that he had his shield and spear on the same horse he was riding. Soon they were enroute to meet Cor--and, had they known it, to meet the faithful Talking Cougar who had joined the King of Archenland.
 
At Cair Paravel, Angela was scrutunizing the horizon, waiting for Edmund, she was so anxious ... She saw a group of horse riders arriving, but her beloved husband wasn't there... She got so worried, her heart was beating so fast, what could have happened ?? She ran to the group to ask them where Edmund was "Where's our King ??" she asked.
"I"m sorry, the King had to rejoin your brother in law to tell him what's going on here."
"Why ??"asked Angela
"Apparently this crime is more important than what we valued ..." responded a centaur
"When will he be back ??"
"Maybe a couple of days, we're not sure, it depends on what the High King will think about that, if he wants to send us some help ..."

What could be so important, now Angela was hating the world for being so unfair to Narnian people ... Please Aslan come and give us some answers she thought.
 
OOC :so if Copperfox or Josh could tell what happens when Edmund comes to Peter, thanks
tell me if I made a mistake, I'm all new in this story
 
OOC: Powl, if Edmund is turning right back west again, he'll need time to cover the distance; he might not find Peter, Susan and Lucy again till the next morning. I'll try to cooperate with this new development; indeed, as the following scene will show, I've been wondering how we're going to unify all the clues and hints in this plotline. A possible tie-in for the murder case is: if the human rulers are perceived to have handled the trial of a non-human murderer poorly, it could become a "talking point" for Nedwal's crowd.

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Two hours in the saddle brought the royal party several opportunities to speak to rank-and-file Narnians about the search for a new Hermit for Archenland. None of the creatures they met had any relevant knowledge to offer; nor did any of them admit to knowing about, much less sympathizing with, Nedwal the Weasel and his agitation campaign.

Lucy was remaining distant and withdrawn from her brother; it must have been something weighty indeed that Aslan told her. Eventually Peter decided to unburden to his sister's confidante Elena what he was thinking about.

"Lady Elena, it has struck me as a stretch of coincidence that this lying Weasel--and whoever is really behind him and behind those Ogres Edmund and I dispatched yesterday--should have gone to work right around the same time as the need for a new future Hermit came to our attention. I've been trying to make a connection, and I was frustrated that Aslan didn't tell me more when Edmund and I last met Him. But one possibility comes to me.

"Though the Archenland Hermitage deals mostly with humans, since that's who populates Archenland, non-human Narnians who visit Archenland love to go and meet with the Hermit. This is one of the elements preserving the bond between our nations. So, what if the slander campaign against human rule is related somehow to seeking to discredit the Hermit?

"The Hermit foretold that the person who is to succeed him will be thought unworthy at first. What if it's Talking Beasts who are to be the ones passing the negative judgment...and the reason for the negative judgment is because they have been made to think that ALL humans are unworthy? Whoever is plotting against law and order may want to estrange Narnian creatures from the wisdom the Hermit--old one or new one--would offer."
 
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OCC : well you can do the scene when edmund arrives, two days later, or we have to wait for Josh to show up :(
 
* * In the meantime, Powl, there is no reason why you cannot write a scene of yourself and Oreius questioning the culprit Zelzil, trying to get her to say more about what Blinjarda could have done to "deserve" to be murdered.
 
Angela, on her side went with Oreius to question Zelzil and to try to figure out why she killed own sister .

"Is she dangerous, like violent ??" asked Angela to Oreius.
"Well, we gave her some plants just in case, but be careful your highness, we never know what could happen ..." he answered.

They entered the room of the keep, where the evil Satyress was locked. She was in a corner of the room, attached, she was thin, like she didn't eat anything for days, she was dirty, with loose, falling on her face, and she was quiet.

Angela wasn't comfortable in this room, it smelt evil, bad ... Oeirus approched Zelzil, she didn't move, he took her, and dropped her on a chair. There wasn't a lot of light, and they couldn't see Zelzil's eyes.

Angela was afraid ... The Satyress started saying things, but the others couldn't understand, it was apparently a Satyr language ... Angela felt weird, like she was tired, Oeirus gave a slap to Zelzil.
"Don't try one of your stupid spell !! They didn't work on your sister so you had to kill her with a real arm, so tell us !!! Why did you kill her !!!!???" he screamed.
The Satress didn't say anything. Oeirus was so mad, Angela never saw him this way, he was probably really close to the victim ... She didn't dare ask in those circunstances (sp?)
Angela came closer, and ask Zelzil :"Did you kill her because she used to bully you ??"
"It's none of your buisiness, is it ??"
"Actually yes, you can't kill any of the creatures of my Husband's people, he's King, and the rules mention you can't kill anyone in Narnia. We're not that barbarian !! Why did you have to do such an awful thing?? If you feel bad, and apologize, and desire penitence, may Aslan accord it to you ... But please tell us" said the Queen gently.

There was a moan, and Zelzil started to tell them the begining ...

(to be continued)
 
OOC: Now, _that's_ more like it! Satyrs casting spells is not an everyday occurrence even in Narnia; so make sure to question Zelzil about how she came to have _any_ ability in magic.
 
Elsewhere in Narnia....

The seven-year-old human boy had had no cause to think he shouldn't walk by the row of dugout homes of Talking Groundhogs. He had often come this way, and spoken with the groundhogs. But now all had changed; suddenly, the bewildered child found himself surrounded both by angry-looking groundhogs, AND by ten or so Talking Sheep on whose dull faces anger managed to look ridiculous. All of them, though not offering any physical violence, were indignantly shouting at him as if he personally were to blame for every problem in their lives:

"Child of Adam, curse of Adam!"

"Go back through the gap of worlds, two-legger!"

"You bring hate! You bring war!"

"The fewer humans, the more peace!"

The boy was crying with uncomprehending fright--when, with a thumping scuffle, new creatures forced their way through the harassers. Furry arms lifted the boy gently, and he found himself carried into the clear, as sharp snarling sounds followed by bleating and squealing suggested that the mob was being taught some manners.

The child's rescuers were Mistress Burrowbelle, the senior female Talking Badger, with her four sturdy sons. "It's all right, dear," Burrowbelle soothed. "Not all Narnian beasts have been fooled by puppet shows, not by along bowshot."

The younger badgers were detaining one of the sheep and one of the groundhogs for questioning. "Let this be clear to you," said the badger-matriarch to the two miscreants: "you have every right to voice your opinions and make complaints. But you do NOT have a right to be drawn into the encouragement of strife and hatred. Now, in the name of the High King, tell me if you know the whereabouts of the Weasel Nedwal..."


 
OOC: The real Cor's computer is dying at the moment, so if I don't post for more than a day feel free to take over Cor until I am able to return.
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Cor along with Windchaser and Redclaw hurried towards the Narnian border as fast as they could. They were anxious to be re-united with the Pevensies and Aravis (especially Cor). However, the haunting chanting of the sheep still echoed in their minds. Who could have put the sheep up to this? Surely they were not smart enough to figure this out on their own. Someone must have led them. Redclaw had mentioned seeing a female faun leading the sheep in the chanting, but why in the world would a Satyr be leading the sheep in a rally against the humans? Cor decided that there was nothing more he could do until he met up with the rest of the group so he concentrated all of his thoughts into making his way to Narnia.

After traveling for a while, Cor and company decided to take a short break to get some water and rest. Cor stopped by a small brook and collected some water while Windchaser and Redclaw drank. Redclaw began to grow anxious and asked Cor if he could scout ahead for the group. Cor agreed and Redclaw wandered off to explore for a while. The forest was rather thick, so Redclaw climbed up a tree to gain a better perspective. He climbed all the way to the top and poked his head up above the tree line. From there, he could see nearly all of Narnia, and what a sight it was to behold. Beautiful hills, green fields of grasses, and deep blue streams and rivers seemed as though they were painted onto the landscape by the most wonderful artist to have ever lived. He was really enjoying his view when he heard an awful racket come from behind him. The big cat was so startled that he lost his footing and dropped to where some of the lower branches caught his fall. Redclaw was slightly sore from his fall, and looked around to see what had made that racket. He looked up to where he had heard the noise and saw a great hawk sitting on one of the upper branches.

"You clumsy fool!" yelled the hawk angrily "You nearly knocked my nest over!"

Redclaw looked near where he had previously been sitting and saw a large nest with eggs sitting in it.

"I am so terribly sorry. I did not see your nest." said Redclaw apologetically

"Well there was no harm done, so I guess there is no reason to begrudge you" said the Hawk

"Thank you." said Redclaw "Would you mind if I asked you a question friend Hawk?"

"Not at all."

"I was wondering if you might have spotted any humans coming this way recently? There are several people in this party, and even a rather large leopard. Have you seen them?"

"I haven't seen them personally, but I have met an eagle who was traveling with them. He actually asked me if I had seen a man on a horse with a cougar traveling with them. Needless to say I was a bit shocked by this kind of a question and I figured the poor eagle had performed one to many tailspins if you know what I mean. I told him I hadn't seen anything quite like that and he thanked me and flew off."

"Which direction did he travel?" asked Redclaw excitedly

The hawk pointed slightly to the northeast and Redclaw thanked him for his help. He jumped down from the branches and ran back to Cor as fast as he could. Cor was resting under a tree while Windchaser had gone off to try and find some sort of fruit to eat. Redclaw ran up to Cor and nearly wound up pouncing on top of him. Redclaw told Cor what the Hawk had told him, and Cor immediately sprang to his feet and called Windchaser back. Windchaser gladly returned and Cor mounted up and rode as fast as he could in the direction that the hawk had pointed out.

Cor and company went as fast as they could in hopes of meeting up with the Pevensies and Aravis again. They raced forward, letting nothing slow their progress. As they rode through the forest, they noticed smoke coming from what appeared to be a large camp in the distance. Since no humans had ever settled in the more wild parts of Narnia, Cor was curious as to who could have set up the camp. He turned Windchaser towards the camp and rode towards it to investigate. As he approached the camp, he heard (and smelled) a rather large group of ogres.

"Oi we gots to gets us ready for when them royal peoples comes through ere. We needs to haves us boulders and stickses ready to crush them little bugs so's we's can gets the rewards we's was promised!" said one ogre

"Oh yeahs! We's gettin us metal wepuns so's we's can smash the other ogreses to bits and takes their lands for us'es." said a second

Cor realized that someone had promised the orges metal weapons if they killed the group that Peter was leading. But who would do such a thing? And why? Was this somehow connected to the incident with the sheep? Cor realized that he would have to act fast to either warn the Pevensies' group or disrupt the ogres plans. He knew time was short before the group walked into the trap the ogres were setting but what could he do to help them?
 
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Redclaw hissed to Cor: "Your Majesty, do you have a bow with you? If so, you could pick off quite a few Ogres from here...if a diversion lured them out of cover and into the open." The cougar looked at Windchaser.

"Yes," the young stallion sighed, "I have heard that Ogres like horsemeat." Soon Windchaser was running out in plain view of the Ogres...but far enough away from them that they could not easily hit him with anything they might throw.
 
Elena was riding behind the others, quietly taking in the scenery. Suddenly she saw somthing out of the corner of her eye. She realized that it was a horse, but no one else was there with it.
"Your majesty!" She called as she quickly caught up to him. "Your majesty excuse me but there is a horse over there without anyone with him."
 
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