The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe : CHRONICLES OF NARNIA

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OOC: Edmund was behind being snobby...thanks for that. lol.
And for all purposes, I shall be Mr. Beaver.

IC:
Edmund had not entered the house, he had waited until they came back outside following a bird.
For Edmund, it seemed like the Queen of Narnia was right....maybe the faun was spreading rumours about her.
He got distracted as they saw a beaver and sneered a smirk slightly at how stupid Peter was acting.

IC:
The Beaver stood on it's hind legs and glanced at Peter with intelligent eyes.
"Well, I'm not going to sniff your hand if that is what you were expecting," stated the Beaver suddenly.
 
Kris eyes got wide " He can talk?," she asked, walking over to Edmund

Susan didn't say anything just looked at the beaver.
 
"Well you hurd him didn't you?" said Lucy. She then turned to the bever, "Hello I'm lucy."

IC (Edmund):

Edmund had went wide-eyed for a second as the beaver talked.
Then he went back to his calm state but something inside of him thought that he should not trust this beaver.

IC (Mr. Beaver):
"Lucy Pevensie?" asked the beaver, becoming alert. He seemed to grow slightly cauious and looked around. "So you must have herd what happened to Mr. Tumnus?"


OOC: Maybe we shuld wait for Peter, don't want to leave anyone behind...lol
 
"Oh yes," said Lucy suddenly remebering again. "Have you seen him, is he alright?"

IC:
The Beaver shook his head sadly.
"The White Witch's Secret Police took him away, I was there before it happened. But he handed me this before he was taken," stated Mr. Beaver as he displayed a white handkerchief to the five children.
 
Peter stood wide eyed. The beaver was...talking. " Excuse me Mr.Beaver, but we really would like to help Mr.Tumnus..he saved my sister on his own accord " He said with his hand on Lucy's shoulder.
 
"Yes please lets help him," said Lucy feeling safe with Peter beside her agian

OCC:GTG soon so last post sorry either dont do nothing or drag me plz!!!

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OOC: lol...ditto.

IC:
Mr. Beaver suddenly urged the children to hush. He sniffed the air.
"Best not to talk here," stated Mr. Beaver. "The White Witch has spies everywhere. Follow me."
Mr. Beaver turned and started walking away from thre five children until they saw him disappear over a small mound of snow out of sight.


IC:
Edmund felt unsettled. The Beaver was leading the group further from the direction....unless he convinced them not to follow the beaver.
"I don't trust him, for all we know, he could be leading us into a trap. Besides, how do we know these beasts are on the right side?"
 
OOC: lol...ditto.

IC:
Mr. Beaver suddenly urged the children to hush. He sniffed the air.
"Best not to talk here," stated Mr. Beaver. "The White Witch has spies everywhere. Follow me."
Mr. Beaver turned and started walking away from thre five children until they saw him disappear over a small mound of snow out of sight.


IC:
Edmund felt unsettled. The Beaver was leading the group further from the direction....unless he convinced them not to follow the beaver.
"I don't trust him, for all we know, he could be leading us into a trap. Besides, how do we know these beasts are on the right side?"

Peter grabed Lucy by the hand and beckoned the rest to follow him. He loked at Edmund. " He said he knows the faun "
 
Here is my character.

Name: Bob
Looks: 5ft nine, blond hair, green eyes
Age: 30
Bio: He used to be the White Witch's boyfriend. Then she dumped him because he wasnt "evil enough". Ever since that day he has been planning his revenge.

Bob saw the Pevensies go with the beaver to his dam. He followed them quietly.
 
Lucy hurried on after Peter until they came to a small wooden mound on the river. They stopped at the edge of the roest and then ran the last few steps to the entrance.

The inside was warm and cozy, but the celing was quite low. The inside smelt of cooking fish and burning wood smoke.

They came round the coner and saw the entire interior of the cottage, there was a small wood fire in one corner, a little wooden tabel with an asortment of chairs placed around it and a tiny black stove, there was stadning another bever wearing a small flowery apron over her fur.

When they entered the bever gave a start and asked...

OCC: Is anyone mrs Bever cas if they are then they can finish my sentence.
 
Peter grabed Lucy by the hand and beckoned the rest to follow him. He loked at Edmund. " He said he knows the faun "

OOC: Aslans Messenger plays as Mrs. Beaver.

IC:
Edmund did not reply.
He watched Peter start walking off with Susan and Lucy.
"He knows the faun," mimicked Edward nastily under his breath.
He noticed Kris was still beside him and just bundled his coat round himself some more before walking in the direction the others were going, following the Beaver.

IC:
Mr. Beaver led the children to his dam. He had to stop several times so they were not to get lost but they eventually made it to his dam and went inside.
Mrs. Beaver was there and when she saw them was about to speak.
 
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OOC: Aslans Messenger plays as Mrs. Beaver.

IC:
Edmund did not reply.
He watched Peter start walking off with Susan and Lucy.
"He knows the faun," mimicked Edward nastily under his breath.
He noticed Kris was still beside him and just bundled his coat round himself some more before walking in the direction the others were going, following the Beaver.

IC:
Mr. Beaver led the children to his dam. He had to stop several times so they were not to get lost but they eventually made it to his dam and went inside.
Mrs. Beaver was there and when she saw them was about to speak.

The four Pevensies and their companion walked between two cliffs and came out to a large hill. At the bottem was a cozy little beavers dam. " What a nice dam Mr.Beaver " Smiled Peter. Peter suddenly turned back towards the cliff and the trees for he heard something. He didnt know it but it was Bob hiding in the trees. He shrugged and turned back. He looked at Edmund. " Isnt it nice Edmund " He said trying to make Ed have SOME manners.
 
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