The Pass to Archenland (From Narnia and the North): Free RP

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Inkling

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Knight of the Noble Order
The rocky trails here are slick and treacherous, particularly given the snow, which runs off into several deep ravines on either side. It is a desolate and forlorn passage which connects Narnia to its southern neighbor. Scrub brush and a few, scraggly trees mark the edge of the wilderness, and the trail looks as if it's not often disturbed. Several precipices jut outward from the sheer rock face.

On the Archenland side of the border, winter seems to have lost its grip, and the more temperate land to the south beckons. A single, narrow bridge, formed of stone, connects the two lands. There is another way, over the mountains, but it is so steep that crossing would be difficult at best.
 
This is now rewritten to reflect what I'm told about the overall plot

Watching the stone bridge from the nearest available concealment on the Archenland side was a Talking Tigress named Ninecatcher. She was not native to Narnia, but her distant ancestors had been; Aslan had commanded them to migrate far south, to establish a sort of colony in lands which are seldom even hinted at in the tales of Narnia. The emigrant Narnians had not forgotten their place of origin; now that evil was about to befall the ancestral kingdom, Ninecatcher and her husband Gripstone had been chosen by Aslan to travel back northward, to seek opportunities to aid and protect Children of Adam and Eve in the grim new era that was impending.

This pair had been chosen to go first--others possibly following later--both because their children were all sufficiently grown, and because they had special skills for travel in difficult environments. Gripstone being the best cliff-climber of all tigers, the couple had tried a week ago to steal into Narnia by the less-defined path over the mountains. This, to make it less apparent to any unfriendly creature within Narnia that these tigers had come from _outside_ Narnia. The plan probably would have succeeded...if not that four Minotaurs in the service of the White Witch were scouting the same route at the same time. The mutually hostile parties had met on a ledge that allowed only one against one.

Gripstone, dutiful husband, had gone in front to face the foe. Three of the armed Minotaurs he had slain with fang and claw; but the third, before dying, had wounded him in return with both axe and horn. It had been left to Ninecatcher, vaulting over the fallen Gripstone, to slay the fourth Minotaur just in time to save her beloved; then she had had to bring him, half-drag him, back from the perilous trail, back into Archenland. Gripstone was in friendly human hands now. Ninecatcher had been assured that her husband would live to stalk again; if the medicines of the Centaurs could be obtained for him, he might be in full fighting condition again as soon as three weeks after the time of his injury. While parted from his wife, Gripstone would be doing what he could to make Archenlanders aware that their nation would soon be deprived of its ally on the north.

For Ninecatcher to stay beside her husband during his convalescence might cost human lives, for it was not revealed to them how much progress Jadis had already made in her takeover plans. So Gripstone had urged his wife to carry on their mission as best she could until he could rejoin her. Which was how Ninecatcher came to be watching the other access route into southern Narnia...looking, listening and smelling for any clue to whether foes were already monitoring this crossing.
 
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It was a really cold morning in Glasswater Creek and Retaw and his father had already woke up. Retaw was send by his father to search some food so they can eat their breakfast, so Retaw did what he was comanded and start flying in the search of food.

While Retaw was out his father stood there waiting for him, but then a shrub started moving, Retaw's father turn around to see what it was, but the only thing he saw and heard was.....

Retaw was flying above the river looking for some fishes when he heard a weird sound comming from his home, he went back flying really fast and what he saw from the highs was....
 
....Ninecatcher the Tigress, who had finally made her dash across the bridge unhindered. Knowing Griffins to be traditionally faithful to Aslan, she took the chance of beckoning to Retaw to come down to her.
 
He saw his father lying on the ground inert, he came down to earth, his father had died, by an arrow on his chest... he tried to find who had done thsi but he didn't saw anything he only heard someone was comming, he knew it was a big animal.
 
Coming up and seeing the younger Griffin crouching by the older, Ninecatcher gasped, "Oh, no! Is he beyond help?"
 
"Friend, I wasn't planning to eat him!" Ninecatcher assured the Griffin. Even as she spoke, she was applying direct pressure to the wound with a large padded forepaw, her toes going to either side of where the arrow stuck out. "If you'll use that beak of yours to snap off the shaft a few inches clear of the skin, there'll still be something to take hold of when the arrow has to come out, but with less length protruding there's less chance of it being jolted and worsening the wound when we move him to cover. For cover is needed, if we have archers after us."
 
Retaw did what the Tigress told him, but it was nothing else to be done, they heard something in the schrub, just like the noise Retaw's father heard minutes ago, "What's that?" ask Retaw
 
"Get down--might be the shooter!" hissed the Tigress. She couldn't tell by scent, because the wind was not blowing the right direction. "Maintain the pressure on the bleeding; I'll draw him off."

Slinking off to one side on her belly, Ninecatcher then sprang up and sprinted obliquely to her right past the apparent position of the possible archer, making for the next available cover after letting herself be seen.
 
When the Tigress left herself be seen, Retaw saw the shooter going after her, he had the perfect chance to catch him... so he left his father, he rised in the air when really up to see the direction they were going, "what can I do" he said to himself, he saw a big rock so he went to pick it, and let it fall on the shooter... he went back to where his father was.
 
When she saw Retaw's counterattack, Ninecatcher carefully moved in to see whether the Mods were allowing the dropped rock to have found its target, in which case it should be safe to move in the rest of the way and see just what manner of being had been shooting.
 
Retaw was proud that he had revenge the death of his father,though he was sad too, but now it was nothing left to do, but now he wanted to know who was this brave Tigress who had helped him.
 
Still wondering if the Mods were going to make the enemy spring back to life and resume shooting, Ninecatcher approached the archer closely enough that someone is going to have to decide what manner of person this is, because I don't intend to hog all the creative decisions.
 
OOC:*snickers* Very well, if you want my decision, it's a goblin archer. Said archer is still twitching, and, groaning, picks up his bow despite having a rock dropped on him...though he's strong, I suspect he's able to be killed, and I'll leave the rest to you. :)
 
When Retaw saw that the Tigress didn't came back he went to look after her, and find her next to the body of the shooter who was still moving.
 
Ninecatcher had a claw-tip a quarter-inch from each of the goblin's eyes. "I have no time to bargain. Are there others with you? I'll be watching the pupils of your eyes, and smelling for changes in your odor, to know if you lie."
 
Goblin NPC

The goblin hisses his wrath at Ninecatcher, refusing an answer.

"No more words..."

He rolls and kicks out at the Tigress, attempting to throw her off.

OOC: Okay, I couldn't resist, but Copperfox, I trust you to take it frm here. ;)
 
Not caring to take even the slight damage the goblin's boot might inflict, Ninecatcher rolled with the kick, dissipating its force. Then with one forepaw guarding against a possible knife, she swung the other with sheathed claws to strike the ugly creature's head. She struck with a force that would have killed two humans, judging this to be just enough to stun a humanoid who had survived a dropped rock on the helmet. At the same time, she was trying to be alert for any new enemies, and reviewing the due dates on her phone and utility bills.

OOC: Would have gotten this written sooner, but my computer is definitely on the side of Jadis; it crashed for no reason.
 
Retaw wanted to kill the globling so badly, because he wanted to revenge his father. Retaw was felled of anger that you can hardly recognize him, though his father was his only family.
 
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