"My good Horatius, of course, I do not believe we can overlook anything that may appear odd. We don't know what sign Aslan may send us to direct us in the right path."
Tales from the Wardrobe...
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Copperfox
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The words were hardly out of Edmund's mouth before Horatius swung his head toward Ralph, saying "We'll still need that salt, but await Their Majesties' pleasure"--and then took off as if shot from a catapult. Before any of the humans had begun taking any decided action, the soldier-leopard was nearly a thousand yards to the north.
Shadow_Kitty
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ooc I'm a little lost can someone help?
Ralph: "By the Lion's Mane! Did I say anything wrong?
Edmund, "Nay, lad. Horatius has the wild instinct and habit of seizing every opportunity whenever there's something worthwhile, especially if it is in the area of food. However, I don't think were far out enough in the wilds for him to begin hunting like that. Let's wait and see."
Edmund, "Nay, lad. Horatius has the wild instinct and habit of seizing every opportunity whenever there's something worthwhile, especially if it is in the area of food. However, I don't think were far out enough in the wilds for him to begin hunting like that. Let's wait and see."
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Copperfox
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Right now Horatius is chasing the two possible wrongdoers, not hunting food!
ShadowKitty, Within the last two pages there have been summaries posted which ought to provide all the fill-in that you need. Meanwhile, I'm going to insert a brief appearance for Peter now...
Yarkisoth, a Talking Tiercel (male falcon) who was part of Peter's air cover on the ride west, dropped down onto the High King's shoulder to report what had been seen by the escorting birds during the first half hour: nothing of any great importance.
"Your Majesty," the hawk asked before taking wing again, "do you wish any of us to catch some small game for you while we're with you?"
"Thank you for offering, but it won't be necessary; I'm carrying a bundle of rations. Each of you may hunt for your own sustenance as you need."
"As you wish, sire. Begging Your Majesty's pardon, why can't the Archenlanders do their own searching? It's their Hermitage that needs a new Hermit to nest in it."
"They are searching also, Yarkisoth. But Archenlanders did all they could to help Narnia covertly during the regime of Jadis; thus, we owe them consideration."
ShadowKitty, Within the last two pages there have been summaries posted which ought to provide all the fill-in that you need. Meanwhile, I'm going to insert a brief appearance for Peter now...
Yarkisoth, a Talking Tiercel (male falcon) who was part of Peter's air cover on the ride west, dropped down onto the High King's shoulder to report what had been seen by the escorting birds during the first half hour: nothing of any great importance.
"Your Majesty," the hawk asked before taking wing again, "do you wish any of us to catch some small game for you while we're with you?"
"Thank you for offering, but it won't be necessary; I'm carrying a bundle of rations. Each of you may hunt for your own sustenance as you need."
"As you wish, sire. Begging Your Majesty's pardon, why can't the Archenlanders do their own searching? It's their Hermitage that needs a new Hermit to nest in it."
"They are searching also, Yarkisoth. But Archenlanders did all they could to help Narnia covertly during the regime of Jadis; thus, we owe them consideration."
OOC: I have to go now. I will be back in the evening. Since Ed didn't know why Horatius suddenly ran, he said "wait and see"
Copperfox
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* * Let us assume that Kreechikee says to Edmund, "Horatius thought you were confirming that he should bring back that sheep and rabbit"--causing Edmund to slap his forehead in embarrassment for being slow in the uptake.
The two strangely-behaving animals knew perfectly well that there were no wild leopards in this part of the country so near the capital; they knew that a Talking Leopard was part of the royal entourage; so they should not have been afraid of Horatius. But when they saw him following them, they panicked, splitting up and running still harder. Horatius' first impulse was to pursue the rabbit, who probably would have more intelligence to be able to answer questions; but the rabbit vanished down a hole before the leopard could overtake him. So Horatius turned to chase the ram.
He was right in supposing that this would be the less intelligent of the two fugitives. Running in hysterical fright, the sheep stampeded right into a tremendous tangle of brambles and vines, getting stuck fast. As the poor beast wailed in discomfort and fear, Horatius came up to him, adopting the mildest voice a major predator could manage.
"Easy, my woolly friend, easy! I mean you and your friend no harm. Hold still, so I can work you loose. I said, hold still! I have to tear some of this foliage away from you, and if you keep wiggling I might claw you by accident. Once you're free, I must ask you to come back and answer some questions; but as Aslan lives, you will not be judged harshly without cause."
* * The sheep will prove to know something about "Nedwal;" but I'm breaking for a late lunch. Someone can depict Horatius bringing back the sheep (I always did say that I wasn't claiming Horatius for myself exclusively), but wait for me to get back on before pressing the sheep for explanations. You could always fill time by going to the rabbit-hole and commanding the rabbit to come out.
The two strangely-behaving animals knew perfectly well that there were no wild leopards in this part of the country so near the capital; they knew that a Talking Leopard was part of the royal entourage; so they should not have been afraid of Horatius. But when they saw him following them, they panicked, splitting up and running still harder. Horatius' first impulse was to pursue the rabbit, who probably would have more intelligence to be able to answer questions; but the rabbit vanished down a hole before the leopard could overtake him. So Horatius turned to chase the ram.
He was right in supposing that this would be the less intelligent of the two fugitives. Running in hysterical fright, the sheep stampeded right into a tremendous tangle of brambles and vines, getting stuck fast. As the poor beast wailed in discomfort and fear, Horatius came up to him, adopting the mildest voice a major predator could manage.
"Easy, my woolly friend, easy! I mean you and your friend no harm. Hold still, so I can work you loose. I said, hold still! I have to tear some of this foliage away from you, and if you keep wiggling I might claw you by accident. Once you're free, I must ask you to come back and answer some questions; but as Aslan lives, you will not be judged harshly without cause."
* * The sheep will prove to know something about "Nedwal;" but I'm breaking for a late lunch. Someone can depict Horatius bringing back the sheep (I always did say that I wasn't claiming Horatius for myself exclusively), but wait for me to get back on before pressing the sheep for explanations. You could always fill time by going to the rabbit-hole and commanding the rabbit to come out.
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Tumnus and the Gryphon where nearing the castle when upon looking down Tumnus could see a sea of ripperling. "What's that?" He asked and all he got back was a shrug which he could feel rather then see. It could be anything he thought. Wind, peopul, animals, the trees. Absoloutly anything.
~Shall I wait for it to be the next day to rite about them getting to the castle?~
~Shall I wait for it to be the next day to rite about them getting to the castle?~
loverble
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~Awsome *Goes wild* 
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After seeign the tree's Tumnus was slightly spooked but he just shook his head and look at the castle. He was exsited to be finnaly comeing back so that he can go and find High King Peter and tell him what the Hermit had said.
Once he had touched down he thanked the Gryphon. He then went to all of the places that he could think of. All the places he thought the High King would be. But he could find him no where, so he ran to the nearest servant. "Please can you tell me, where is the High King?"
"I am sorry but he has gone away. He has gone to find the rest of the company that have gone away."
Tumnus looked downhearted and listened with intrest to where they had gone. Also where they were going to meet up. He then went back out to the Gryphon services.
"I am sorry to bother you all again but I was wondering if I could hire a Gryphon to take me to the High Kings party tomorrow." When they agreed he disscussed where they would be going.
He decided to go tomorrow so that he was fit and awake to go with the company. He then went back to his rooms to sleep and rest before going out to find the others.
~ After seeign the tree's Tumnus was slightly spooked but he just shook his head and look at the castle. He was exsited to be finnaly comeing back so that he can go and find High King Peter and tell him what the Hermit had said.
Once he had touched down he thanked the Gryphon. He then went to all of the places that he could think of. All the places he thought the High King would be. But he could find him no where, so he ran to the nearest servant. "Please can you tell me, where is the High King?"
"I am sorry but he has gone away. He has gone to find the rest of the company that have gone away."
Tumnus looked downhearted and listened with intrest to where they had gone. Also where they were going to meet up. He then went back out to the Gryphon services.
"I am sorry to bother you all again but I was wondering if I could hire a Gryphon to take me to the High Kings party tomorrow." When they agreed he disscussed where they would be going.
He decided to go tomorrow so that he was fit and awake to go with the company. He then went back to his rooms to sleep and rest before going out to find the others.
Copperfox
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Tumnus had scarcely closed his door before there was a knock on it. The visitor proved to be Princess-Consort Angela. "Pardon my not welcoming you sooner, worthy Tumnus. Oreius and I were both busy with arrangements for a murder trial. I'll tell you more about that later; but right now, please tell me, as you would tell my brother-in-law, what happened at the Archenland Hermitage. Did the Hermit have anything to reveal about the search for his successor?"
loverble
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Tumnus bowed to the Princess-Consort and invited her in. "Please sit" He pointed to the chair in the corner fo his room. "I have some most exsiting and slightly confuseing infomation from him. What he said was that the next person to be the Hermit will be someone who you did not think it could be, but that proves themselves later on."
Copperfox
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Angela smiled. "You have done well, Tumnus. And you and your Gryphon made remarkable time there and back. I understand if you're tired now, and you've earned a rest. But please, make sure you have told me _everything_ of interest that you heard or experienced, so that I can have someone relay all information you have to the High King, and through him to my husband and my sisters-in-law. On the rare occasions when my husband thinks about the world of Adam and Eve, he seems to recall that people there have ways to hear voices over vast distances instantly; but in _our_ world, apart from a few items like the mated artifacts carried by King Peter and Queen Lucy, we have nothing similar. So Edmund and the others will not know what the Hermit told you unless someone _goes_ to them and tells them. It need not be you who goes, or not at once; but the information must go to them, to spare them if possible from wasted efforts on erroneous paths."
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"I understand. I would like to be the one who goes and tells him. If you wish I could leave straight away I just thought it would be wise for me to sleep before going so I was sure I remeberd everything. Also so that I could be as much help as I could rather then be a nusence. I have already arranged a Gryphon for early tomorrow morning, but I could change the time I am sure. "
Copperfox
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Angela's gorgeous dark eyes grew pensive. "I'll tell you what, Tumnus. The part about the successor seeming unworthy at first seems to be the most crucial piece of information. That much can be passed on verbally by any available flyer. So you can rest, and I'll see that this essential part gets to the High King within the next two hours or less."
So Tumnus lay down, and Angela left the room. Not wanting to agitate the faithful Faun, she kept to herself the disturbing thought that came to her: "If they're TOLD that the successor will be thought unworthy, then will they just assume that the first person they meet who seems really worthless MUST be the successor? Worse, if they meet the true successor and he seems unworthy, then they'll assume that his unworthy impression proves he IS worthy, but then they WON'T be assuming him unworthy, which will mean that the TRUE successor DOESN'T fulfill the condition...what a logical dilemma! Still, there had to be a reason in Aslan's will for the Hermit to give the oracle he gave..."
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Somewhat over an hour later, a Talking Pigeon called Rulafu, flying hard, caught sight of the raptors escorting the High King. As soon as she was within calling distance of the rearmost one, an eagle, she began urgently crying, "TALKING bird! TALKING bird!"
The eagle turned back toward her. "It's all right, Rulafu, I recognize you. Do you have a message?"
"I do, sir. If you'll just convoy me down so no one else makes a mistaken dive at me, I'll tell the High King."
The eagle did as asked, and soon Peter was gently holding a soft pigeon who brought news.
So Tumnus lay down, and Angela left the room. Not wanting to agitate the faithful Faun, she kept to herself the disturbing thought that came to her: "If they're TOLD that the successor will be thought unworthy, then will they just assume that the first person they meet who seems really worthless MUST be the successor? Worse, if they meet the true successor and he seems unworthy, then they'll assume that his unworthy impression proves he IS worthy, but then they WON'T be assuming him unworthy, which will mean that the TRUE successor DOESN'T fulfill the condition...what a logical dilemma! Still, there had to be a reason in Aslan's will for the Hermit to give the oracle he gave..."
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Somewhat over an hour later, a Talking Pigeon called Rulafu, flying hard, caught sight of the raptors escorting the High King. As soon as she was within calling distance of the rearmost one, an eagle, she began urgently crying, "TALKING bird! TALKING bird!"
The eagle turned back toward her. "It's all right, Rulafu, I recognize you. Do you have a message?"
"I do, sir. If you'll just convoy me down so no one else makes a mistaken dive at me, I'll tell the High King."
The eagle did as asked, and soon Peter was gently holding a soft pigeon who brought news.
OOC: My thought is that Edmund DID NOT KNOW. All of a sudden Horatio took off. There was no indication of anything before so I do not want to assume that Kreechikee said anything to Edmund. Edmund would not slap his forehead in embarrassment like that.
Also, I really cannot keep up with all the names and new characters popping up every few posts or so. Sometimes, I don't know what to say, and what new event to respond to. I will try to keep up but if I don't post too soon, please feel free to work with Edmund.
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The thing is, B-King, that Horatius had asked if he should chase the ram and the rabbit, and what Edmund said seemed to be a Yes to that. So....
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The Talking Sheep stopped struggling, but more as if in resignation to being devoured than in trust of Horatius. The leopard, regardless, freed him from the tangled brambles without mishap. "Why did you run from me? Why did you run from the mouse? What was there to fear?"
"The hateful one! The prideful one!" was the bleating response.
Horatius was no less baffled for that. "But who IS this hateful and prideful one?"
"The MA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-D idiot!" cried the empty-headed herbivore.
"What does THAT mean?"
"He'll kill me!" sobbed the ram.
"Their Majesties won't let anyone murder you," said Horatius as reassuringly as he could. "If someone has threatened you, come along and tell them about it."
The sheep saw no way out of accompanying his rescuer-captor; but he stopped talking as he was shepherded back toward the inn.
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If anyone wants to continue this sequence of events while I'm not on, the stupid sheep can be kept muttering about "the mad idiot" while the party gets underway.
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The Talking Sheep stopped struggling, but more as if in resignation to being devoured than in trust of Horatius. The leopard, regardless, freed him from the tangled brambles without mishap. "Why did you run from me? Why did you run from the mouse? What was there to fear?"
"The hateful one! The prideful one!" was the bleating response.
Horatius was no less baffled for that. "But who IS this hateful and prideful one?"
"The MA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-D idiot!" cried the empty-headed herbivore.
"What does THAT mean?"
"He'll kill me!" sobbed the ram.
"Their Majesties won't let anyone murder you," said Horatius as reassuringly as he could. "If someone has threatened you, come along and tell them about it."
The sheep saw no way out of accompanying his rescuer-captor; but he stopped talking as he was shepherded back toward the inn.
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If anyone wants to continue this sequence of events while I'm not on, the stupid sheep can be kept muttering about "the mad idiot" while the party gets underway.
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