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Thread: Narnia in Need (Rivine and Gunner)

Despite her demands for him to get off and give up, Gabriel stuck it out. He had nearly wrestled the reins from her! But then she screamed for them to stop and pulled back on the reins. Gabe did not know why... and then he saw the cliff. Shite! he cried out as they all toppled over the edge, his cries joining those of the horse and woman. It was only a second or so before he hit the water with the others. his breath taken away from him. The Scotsman found himself swimming, but it took him a moment to orient himself and go upwards. As he broke the surface he gasped for breath and slowly turned, trying to find the nearest shore, which was the cliff of course, but in the distance he saw a beach and knew he had to get there. However he didn't get to swimming there, not quite yet, for he noticed the woman flailing near him. He hesitated for a moment or two, then realized quickly that he had to help her. Gabriel swam over and put an arm around her chest as he moved behind her, speaking loudly, Stay still! He turned his own back to the beach, leaning back to float a bit as he started to kick as hard as he could, dragging her with him through the water. To say that the effort of swimming with her as well was taxing was a complete understatement. His legs and free arm ached, his body weakening with every kick and stroke. An eternity seemed to pass, but eventually he felt something under his feet. With an effort he righted himself, standing and dragging her with him onto the shore where he collapsed. His breathing was ragged as he lay on the wet sand. A minute or two passed, but then he sat up, looking around, his brows furrowed after he had realized something. Where in bloody hell are we!? he declared loudly, looking around. We were nowhere near the shore! To say that he was confused was an understatement. As he took in more of their surroundings, taking in the geography his blood ran cold. The soft sand beach, the trees, everything about the place was off. He realized then a simple truth... they were not in Scotland anymore.
Thread: Narnia in Need (Rivine and Gunner)

When the Englishwoman spoke about not knowing the countryside, Gabriel rolled his eyes. Of course she would not know where she was, why would she? She had only come north to be the prize of a laird. Though, now that he had a chance to look at her, she was dressed rather strangely. What was that about? He took a moment to stroke his auburn beard, then brushed the long strands of hair off of his face. Then, suddenly, she was in his face. Gabriel's face darkened as he listened to her, then, slowly, he rose, standing fully and looking down at her with his brows furrowed. Listen here lass, he started, his tone soft and dangerous, Your people came to my country. I merely seek the freedom that all those born free by God's will have a right to enjoy. However when she looked away from him, directing his gaze down the beach. As his blue eyes followed her direction they widened in shock. There was a lion, a bloody damned lion! Gabriel was a learned man compared to most, had attended university for awhile even, but never in all of his years had he ever seen an actually lion! That cemented it for him, they were definently not in Scotland anymore! He moved between her and the creature, drawing his broadsword with his right hand and his dirk with his left. Aye, I bloody see it. Stay behind me. If it charges I will do what I can. He watched as the horse actually trotted towards the beast, completely dumbfounded. A horse should not have been acting like that near a predator! He had seen a lot of curious things in his life, but this was just bizarre! When the lion opened it's mouth he tensed, ready to hold her back if the cat pounced, but it didn't. When the lion finally turned and left he let out a sigh of relief. Slowly he moved down the beach a bit, looking after it to make sure it did not double back. When he was relatively sure that the creature was not coming back he sheathed his blades and turned back to her, frowning. Well I know something for bloody sure, there are no lions in Scotland, he declared. His gaze moved around them, taking in their surroundings once more, than he said, We are somewhere foreign, I am quite sure. It is not France, I have been there. Nor is it Ireland. Sighing he then said, We need to find somewhere to make a camp, to get dry. It will be night in six hours, maybe less. We can't be sodding wet when night comes. His blue eyes locked on her once more before he asked, So it looks like you best be sticking with me lass. Even if you don't like the company of Scotsmen.
Thread: Narnia in Need (Rivine and Gunner)

The lion had made Gabe feel... odd. While he had stepped in front of her to defend her he had felt an odd pull towards the creature, a warmth almost. It had been something he had found to be rather inexplicable. But the feeling had passed rather quickly, which the man was not sure if he was thankful for or not. He actually somewhat missed it. As the lion disappeared he found himself longing for it's presence. What is wrong with you lad, pull yourself together! Shaking his head his attention returned to her as she chided him more. Gabriel half turned back to her, his eyes focused on her as she berated him in the way only an ignorant noble woman could. You do not have the slightest idea of what your countrymen have done to my people, Gabriel said, his tone soft, but hard at the same time. You were to be a means to an end. The money your father would have given as your dowry would have been paid to us rather than that traitorous bastard you would have been given to. That would have been justice. His words were blunt, straightforward. What reason was there to hide his intentions from her? He would have said more to her, but then the horse interrupted. Gabriel stood there, his eyes widening as he realized what he had just heard. The bloody horse had interrupted him! Gabriel had seen the damned thing's mouth move as it had spoken! It took him a moment after she had spoken for him to answer, nodding dumbly, Yes, I heard it. The Scotsman did not move as the horse continued to speak, asking her to remove both bit and saddle. His eyes followed her as she did the bidding of the equine. Where the hell were they?! Gabriel still was standing motionless as the woman moved off, following the horse. He stayed that way for quite some time, then finally started to follow them. The man did not speak as he trailed after them, his mind trying to grasp what he had found himself in. Had a redcoat shot him? Was this the afterlife? No, they had been too far from the camp for a ball to hit either of them. Maybe they had fallen and broken their necks? That seemed more probable. But he did not feel as if he had died. It was then that a crazy idea came to him. The Scotsman trotted up to the duo, coming up alongside the horse. Aye, you seemed to know the name of that...lion... do you know where we are? he asked. You are completely out of your mind lad...
Thread: Narnia in Need (Rivine and Gunner)

Dinah pulled up beside Chulainn, walking on his right next to his neck. It seemed madness to trust in this strange turn. Still it was far better than lingering around on the beach, ferreting away to make a campsite. Honestly she hardly cared if the Scott followed. While she wouldn't begrudge him to follow she wasn't about to beg him for it. Yet even as the thought crossed her mind she heard the heavy, swishing steps of feet as he hurried along side of Chulainn as well. The horse shook his large head as they entered the forest. He rolled an eye to the Scott and his question and shook his head side to side. I do not. Aslan said but to follow and I hardly dared ask a question, he said. Strange isn't it? Suddenly you humans can understand me now. You know, Dinah, for years I have said I preferred apples to carrots but you never seemed to understand. Dinah blinked in surprise a moment before laughing a little. I shall try to keep that in mind, though apples are not available all year you know. Chulainn snorted. A shame...I do love apples... Despite the command of follow the lion was no where in sight. Yet there was a clean, well traveled path through the woods. It could only be assumed they should follow it. Chulainn and Dinah chatted as the walk, nearly ignoring the Scott. Chulainn recounted his favorite things rolling, apples, jumping. He hated his saddle and was quite miffed at the fight the humans hand on his back. Though he was quick to forgive it since they ended up in the strange place where he could talk. After her initial shock Dinah settled into chatting with him as if it were perfectly normal. As though she had been able tp speak with him since the very beginning. Suddenly Chulainn stopped, his ears pricked forward. What is it? Dinah asked in a quiet whisper. Voices...small voices... he said back. Yet rather than turn away or try and sneak forward Chulainn managed a still limping trot up ahead. Dinah picked up her skirts to run along side. They pulled up to a glen, not unlike where they had stopped for lunch before the Scotsmen attacked. Though rather than redcoats and ladies dining it was a myriad of forest creatures. Larger than usual certainly and every single one could talk. Their chatter died down as the group approached. The air grew still as the party critters stared. Their eyes assessed the horse and say nothing unusual but they kept bouncing between the two humans. A...a son of Adam...and...a daughter of Eve... a handsome badger exclaimed in a whisper. He got up from the table and waddled forward on his hind legs. Are you...by chance...humans? Son and daughter of Adam and Eve? He asked, his maw agape. Rubbish! Chattered a squirrel. King Peter has returned, why would more of them be here! He squeaked. Oh yes...the High King indeed. Returned alone. No siblings. Balderdash, grumbled a hedgehog before sipping his tea. Dinah stared at the various critters. He shock very momentary and more so over the fine little tea set they shared. After the lion, Aslan apparently, and Chulainn's speech she couldn't be surprised by talking animals anymore.
Thread: Narnia in Need (Rivine and Gunner)

Gabriel nodded a bit as the horse said that he had no idea where they might be, then sighed softly. Well that was no bloody help. The man then rolled his eyes as the conversation turned to apples and carrots, nothing worthwhile. To say that he was a little miffed as the noblewoman and the horse started to just chatter away as if they were just out for a little walk! The Scotsman sulked along, still wet, and now starting to get a bit cold as the wind off the coast blew through the trees. As they moved along he receded into himself, cursing God and whatever other forces might have forced him to wind up her with this woman and her talking horse. What in the name of all that was holy was bloody going on!? But when the horse declared that he had heard voices and took off, with the woman in tow, the man found himself pulled back to the moment. He stood there, blinking as he watched them both take off, then quickly he sprinted after them. What in the blazes were they doing!? They had no idea what they were running towards! Knowing his bloody luck it would be a bunch of damned redcoats. However when he came up to the small clearing where the other's had stopped, his mouth dropped open. What he saw boggled the mind, even more than the damn horse talking! Now there wasn't just a talking horse, but a badger, squirrel, hedgehog... all manner of beasts! Gabriel stood there, looking dumbfounded. Oy! The bloke has a sword! declared a rabbi that was dining with the others. That caused Gabriel to put a hand on the hilt of his broadsword as he wondered if trouble was about to start. Are you a knight!? asked a younger badger that was near the other, excitement in his tone. The question though caused Gabe's stance to soften a bit as he looked at the youthful creature, blinking a bit. Uh... no, Gabriel found himself murmuring. It took him a second, but then he added, I am actually a laird. Laird Gabriel Forsyth , chieftain of the clan of the same name and keeper of Inchnoch castle. The statement was made with such confidence and an air or certainty that the animals before them looked at the man in awe, none of them really seeming to notice that he still was sodding wet. It was the hedgehog that broke the silence, Well I have never heard of no Inchnoch castle! Are you Archenlanders or foreigners of some sort? Aye, we be foreign, Gabriel agreed, So tell us, what land might we find ourselves in? You are in the Kingdom of Narnia! the badger declared. Gabriel blinked a bit at that statement. Narnia? He had never heard of anywhere called Narnia!
Thread: Narnia in Need (Rivine and Gunner)

Dinah glanced over at Gabriel as he arrived on the scene and the rabbit comment on the sword. She tensed as he hand went to the hilt. Despite the strange newness she didn't think the little critters meant them any harm. It didn't take much for the Scott the relax. Just a younger badger, perhaps the child of sorts of the other badger. Dinah couldn't help a small smile at the creature. A knight. What sort of world was this? Knights hadn't existed in hundreds of years. The Scott, Gabriel apparently, introduced himself to the critters. HIs voice was rumbling and commanding. She had heard but a few men speak with such airs of confidence. She glanced to the creatures who stared with wide, liquid eyes, as if he had given some stirring speech. Dinah rolled her eyes. Her head tilted at the declaration of their location. Narnia is it? Dinah repeated, wracking her brain. She had never heard of such a place in her life. We dropped into your country....rather unexpectedly, she said with a rueful grin. So certainly not Archenlanders...Most assuredly not Calormenes...Now we Badgers, we remember. Human...in Narnia...surely... But he was cut off by the hedgehog once again. Poppycock! I tell you King Peter is returned! He slammed his tiny fist onto their tiny table much to chitters and harumphs to the assembled. Mostly to the disturbed tea. Dinah glanced to Gabriel, positively perplexed. Not even for the talking creatures but the clear divide between them. If you please...I'm sure even my...ah... She stared at Gabriel a moment. Kidnapper was appropriate. Associate...fully understand what is going on. Though perhaps...there is a town or...an inn...? Despite the warm air Dinah was starting to feel chill in her wet clothing. Oh! How rude! Yes you both seem to have take a swim! My my my Come come....sit by the fire. Chippersqueak! He called and looked around. A small, black squirrel bounds forward, nose twitching. Perhaps you could find Rumperkin and his kin? They may just have room for our friends. Chippersqueak nodded sharply. Ohhhh yes yes yes! Find find! He chattered before leaping to the trees and bounded away. Now come, come, sit. The badger said, using the group to the cool fire to warm up and dry off a little. Dinah hung close to Chulainn and began to unfasten her riding habit. It took some doing but she managed to wriggle out of it. Underneath she wore a thin, simple shirt and her breeches. Dinah sighed in relief as the badger came up to help hand the habit to dry some. You are very kind, thank you, she said as she sat by the fire. Chulainn settles nearby, laying down to give his tired hooves a rest.
Thread: Narnia in Need (Rivine and Gunner)

Gabriel drifted off into silence again as Dinah and the creatures started speaking once more, the animals having quite the lively debate for a moment as to what the humans being there meant. It was clear that this King Peter fellow was really something to these creatures and Gabriel realized he would need to learn more about him. It struck him at hat moment, the absurdity of that thought, wanting to learn about a king from a group of animals! He really must have gone somewhat mad he could not help but think. When Dinah asked about an inn or something Gabe shot a glance her way, wondering if she was still seeking some Redcoats to help her get away. What did it matter really? They clearly had come somewhere that was totally unknown to both of them, so how likely was it that they would run across some of their countrymen? The Scot highly doubted that there were any Englishmen nearby at this point. After all, if there had been, they likely would have gone ahead and slaughtered all the talking beasts or captured them to put in zoos. When the badger ushered them over to a fire Gabriel moved over and sat down where indicated. As she undid her riding habit he arched an eyebrow as he watched for a moment, but quickly looked away. The man took a moment to remove a fair bit of his tartan, making sure to keep some of it covering his lower body as he held the rest out towards the fire to allow it to dry. As they sat there he asked a quick question of the badger, Who is this Rumperkin? Oh! He is a red dwarf! He and his kin are good folk! the badger declared. Dwarves? the man asked rhetorically. His eyes found the Englishwoman, his eyebrows raising in question. Where had they come to that dwarves were a common thing? But Gabriel fell silent for again as he went about drawing his sword, dirk and his two sgian-dubh , drying them all on his tartan before he sheathed them one at a time. By the time he was done with that the badger had come back over carrying two cups of tea, one for each of them. The creature served Dinah first, then Gabe. As he took the tea Gabriel asked him, So who is King Peter? The badger looked somewhat taken aback by the question. Who is King Peter!? Indeed you are not of Narnia. King Peter the Magnificent! It has been foretold that during Narnia's time of need that the kings and queens of old would return, and so he has! Narnia has been in such a poor state for so long... but it is strange he has not returned with his brother and sisters.
Thread: Narnia in Need (Rivine and Gunner)

Dinah glanced at the Scot as he unwound his tartan a bit to help dry it by the fire as she dried her habit. Her eyes met his as the badger exclaimed that this Rumperkin was a dwarf. Gabriel looked just as perplexed at the notion as ever. Dinah just gave him a small shrug. He was asking the question from a talking badger yet he would raise an eyebrow at the notion of a dwarf. What a very strange man. She slid back and leaned against Chulainn's warm side as they sat while Gabriel asked about this King Peter. She too was curious about this mysterious yet clearly revered king. Her head tilted a little at the equally strange explanation. Even still she gratefully accepted the small cup of tea, sipping it slow to savor the earthy taste. If I understand you correctly your rulers only come when there is need? Her eyebrows pulled together in confusion at that. Then again, talking badger. Who rules when they are away? She asked. The badger hesitated and his face scrunched up in thought. He was quite for quite a while before finally shrugging. No one I suppose...we just go about life as it is. Very peculiar indeed. Dinah gave a slow but confused nod as she glanced to Gabriel once more. See...in our lands...our ruling class never leaves. They govern all aspects from trade to law. Assigning duties and responsibilities to nobility and the gentry, on down to county clerks. Of course there are some who refuse to simply fall in line, she said with a poignant glance towards Gabriel. If the Scottish would just lay down their arms and submit as they should none of this would have happened. Gabriel likely would have remained Laird of his lands, married well, all of that. No, instead he had to be a rebel. Be a rebel and drag her into this mess. I can't say we have such troubles in Narnia, the Badger said as he settled down near the fire with a little grunt. We get along just fine, mostly fend for ourselves and help one another.
Thread: The Wizards Summoning (cc and Silver117)

Luna Myth was a beauitful white lioness, and though she could shapeshift at will, it did require alot of magical energy to pull off which is why she didn't do it often. How ever as she was looking through the library for something to read she found a book one of her favorite stories. It read the life and times of Merlin the Wizard. Once she opened the book and started reading. The book began to glow with a powerful light until it finally engulfed her... When the lights had finished, Luna looked around only to find that she was no longer in the library of where it had once stood. Because the area that she had been brought to was nothing but a grassy forested hill and her feline ears picked up the sounds of a near by battle. What had just happened to her. Had she been transported from the modern era to a more medieval one. The only way to find that out was to go explore. Having no idea that the clothes she was wearing would no doubt cause people to talk after all no female in this time and place would have been caught dead wearing a t-shirt and jeans. It just wasn't done most females wore dresses or robes if they practiced magic. So she cautiously moved towards the sounds of battle climbing a near by tree that would afford her a better view and what she saw was too beings in full onset armor on horses duking it out with lances, her yellow eyes showed her shock at what she was seeing. Something had brought her back through time. The question was why or who would have done that. Though that question would soon be answered.
Thread: The Wizards Summoning (cc and Silver117)

Loneliness. That was the only word that described Merlin . For the past decades he has been with his lovely wife. She was beautiful, stunning, knew a few tricks or two. Together, they were inseparable. That is until tragedy struck. A cold stormy afternoon, an ambush took place at the castle. Merlin, late to the battle heads over to see his love on the ground. Arrows, covered in anti-magic, hit her back. He tried his best to revive her, but it was too late. No, he was too late. She was gone from him, for good. The next few decades he lived as a hermit wizard. He refused to see anyone except the king. He would work day and night on spells and potions, anything to erase the pain of loss. His reputation to a major hit since he wouldn't move on. He didn't care, he just wanted her back, but knew no one could replace her. At was in the morning that Merlin decided to give it another chance. To find someone new, someone that'll help him let go of the past. Standing up, he dust off some old books about summoning and began reading it over from front to back. There was a way to find that someone. Gathering all the ingredients he need, he began to chant out a spell to deliver her from her time to this time. All that was left was to put a timepiece on top of the spell book. With a crackles of thunder and a very bright glow, the summoning spell was done, sort of. Instead of appearing in his house, the summoned person was somewhere, but where? This wasn't good, not only was the person not there but there was a few battles going on as well. Grabbing his blue robe and spell book. Merlin exit his house and began to look for her. His first stop was the forest. Since the battles were there, he must make sure that the summoned was safe. He vowed not to be late again. He wasn't going to lose another. He stopped after a few minutes of search. He couldn't find that person anywhere, that is until he heard a leaves rustling. Looking up he sees someone way out of place in this period. That white lioness, did he summoned her? Hi there. he said looking at her.