impromptu feast


The Beach near Sted Cair
Eastern Narnia


Oren’s camp is stirring about the fringes, with a couple of tables laid out with the remains of a great feast: soup, fish, cheeses, mead, pheasant and some sort of excellent roast as well as a mound of roasted potatoes in some sort of sauce overflow. A runner was sent into town scarce a quarter of an hour before, and any who could be found about at the hour were told they were welcome to partake of the sunset meal. The smell of fat, frying over a fire, wafts into the area, a bit at odds with the style of the elegant meal laid out on the table, but no less mouth-watering.”

Leon had been partaking in an evening stroll, when the messenger found him, and thus now he found himself on the beach, approaching the camp and all that inviting food.

Eimear quickly follows after Leon and comes to the beach with a large smile. She calls out, “I heard there was a feast and it sure smells like it!”

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strengths & weak points


Ragaflower’s Glade
Eastern Narnia


You find yourself standing in a pretty little forested glade, surrounded on all sides by trees. It’s a quiet, peaceful glade, carpeted by thick grass and wildflowers that give off rich scents. There’s an air of seclusion here, but it’s not a lonely feeling. More of a private place, away from the bustle of the towns that exist nearby in the Great Woods.

There’s a break in the foliage to the north.


Aliyah is resting in the clearing. It is her favorite spot away from the crowds of the town and the men camped out on the beach. her eyes are closed, but she is not sleeping… Just deep in thought.

Lanisen follows the path, his footsteps nearly inaudible on the soft moss underfoot. He pauses on the edge of the trees, looking up at the dusky sky.

Aliyah has not heard Lanisen approach, but she does catch a scent and sits up quickly, scanning her surroundings. “Lanisen?” she calls, a bit of concern in her voice.

Lanisen comes back down to earth rather quickly at this. “Yeah?” he calls back, not immediately recognizing the voice, or seeing the speaker. He squints in the poor light.

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around to stay


Sted Cair Town Square
Eastern Narnia


You stand in the middle of Sted Cair’s Town Square, the social hub of the township. All around you the citizens of Sted Cair are enjoying the fine weather as they travel through, going about their daily business.

The square itself is somewhat parklike, dominated in the center by a large grey marble statue of Aslan. The lion is seated and looks toward the east where Cair Paravel stands and his own land lies far beyond the ocean. His expression, while impressive, is neither menacing nor sedate. Instead, it simply looks majestic. A plaque underneath the statue simply reads, “Aslan”.

Streets lead in all four directions out of the square. There are buildings at each corner as well. To the northeast is the Explorer’s shop, and the Fruit Market sits under an impressive pavillion to the northwest. The Satyr’s Hoof Tavern lies to the southwest, and Grumich’s Pawnshop is southeast.


Megren laughs. “Well, I’m keeping out of spars with Narnians while on this particular assignment. But I’ll certainly keep it in mind.”

Dreygan says, “Excuses excuses, Aliyah.”

Aliyah bats at Dreygan with her tail. “Do we need to test this again?”

Megren grins.

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rumors & holiday plans


Road to Cair Paravel
Eastern Narnia


This is a dirt road leading east and west along the narrow peninsula that extends from the Narnian mainland to the castle of Cair Paravel. The ground below is earth mixed with sand from the beaches that stretch both north and south from here. The road climbs gradually up a hill as it moves east, and at the top stands Cair Paravel in all its turreted splendor against the open sky. To the west is the center of Sted Cair, the small town which has grown up next to the heart of Narnia.


Deonyc glances at the faun passing, before looking back to Megren to see if she has more to say.

Megren seems finished, because she waves the Faun down. “Eimear, hello! Do you happen to know what the status is on Calya’s honeycakes?”

Lanisen follows the road from the market on the mainland back toward the castle, walking on the side of the road to be out of the way of anybody driving a cart or just walking faster than him. His eyes rest on the people ahead, curious and alert.

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political discussion


Beach North of Sted Cair
Eastern Narnia


You stand on the beach at Narnia’s seashore. East of you the blue waters of the Great Eastern Ocean dance under the sunlight as they stretch toward the horizon. The waters are surprisingly calm, but this is probably because the Cair Paravel Peninsula, which juts out into the ocean just south of here, makes this stretch of beach something like a harbor.

To the west, you can see the thatched roofs of Sted Cair just beyond the beach. The sand here is warm, and the beach is quiet save for the rhythmic lapping of the waves. You can follow the beach northward.


Lanisen comes wandering aimlessly down the beach from the direction of the castle, watching the colors of the sunset play over the sky and the water. His trousers and shirt sleeves are rolled up and his shoes are in his hands.

Aliyah is in her newly claimed position atop a sand dune. It seems this may be where she is found more often than not when she is in thought.

Dreygan happens to be coming along the beach from the direction of the forest. He’s just deep enough in the water that, when waves come in, it laps over his ankles.

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diplomatic babysitting


The Satyr’s Hoof Tavern
Sted Cair
Eastern Narnia


You stand inside the Satyr’s Hoof Tavern, a lively and warm social gathering place that is always patonized by many of Sted Cair’s good citizens. The room is brightly lit with dwarven-wrought lanterns, and the walls are adorned with maps, ropes and other adventurer’s gear. Tables are scattered around in no particular fashion, and serving wenches casually stroll among them, taking orders. A large menu on the wall behind the bar lists the current fare.

There is also a long bar along the southwest wall, with crude wooden stools set in front of it. Behind, a tall, handsome-looking Satyr is serving beverages to the patrons seated there. The northeast door leads out onto the square.


A cat with long, grey tabby fur (Trim) is sat on the bar. Not on a stool, on the bar. Any and all cups have been moved far away from him and he is currently engrossed in a small, cat-sized plate of roast chicken.

Haft and Lanisen enter, pausing for a moment to let their eyes adjust to the light before settling on a table a bit to the side of the main area.

Trim looks up from the chicken and towards the humans, “Hullo there, you lot with the duke or the lady?”

Haft looks up. “News travels fast. We’re with the lady.”

Trim says, “Met another chap that was with her not so long ago!” He peers at Haft. “I say, have we met?”

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overhearing


South Side of the Caldron Pool
Lantern Waste
Northwestern Narnia


Drune pads along the path with his nose to the ground, heading in the direction of the meadow.

Lanisen comes along the path from the south, his satchel over his shoulder, heading toward the pool.

Drune’s nose wrinkles as he picks up another scent. He pauses and looks up, eyes falling on Lanisen. He doesn’t call out though, choosing to observe for the moment.

Lanisen adjusts his satchel and rubs his shoulder absently. He continues on, his attention on the trees, and cranes his neck to look at the churning pool ahead.

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rumblings


Gathering Circle
Lantern Waste
Northwestern Narnia


A wolf with grizzled coat and emerald eyes (Glyn) flashes a wry grin at Caileana. “Well and plainly put.” Aliyah’s words trouble him, though. “If there are troubling rumours, then I for one think we should chase them down. Anyone who would seize control and undermine the established order might think they have the good of Narnia at heart, but they could do untold damage on the way.”

Pheeobe nods again. “Glyn is right. We must do everything we can to keep the peace. We must put the good of all at the center.”

Caileana chimes in, “Does the Council even have any candidates to rule in mind? Of tradition, Narnia has been governed by Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve, but there are few enough of those, and even fewer that could be said to be more Narnian than Archenlander.”

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canine introductions


Selale Basin
Lantern Waste
Northwestern Narnia


Here is a wide open space carved in the rock, roughly circular and no more than twenty yards in diameter. The cliffs loom high on every side, providing shelter from wind and weather, but a great opening very far up lets in sunlight and sky. A thin jet of water, perhaps a daughter-stream of the river that pours into Caldron Pool, cascades down the western cliff face and feeds into a deep pool the color and clarity of a well-cut emerald. The ground, except for a ring of vegetation surrounding the pool, is dry and sandy. A single ancient larch tree grows tall near the north wall.

All around, the cliff face is etched and pocked with half-open tunnels and dark holes, entrances to small caves hollowed out years ago by the long work of water on stone. Some are fitted with wooden doors and appear inhabited, but many still yawn empty. Up above, ledges and crevices in the rock provide nesting spaces for eagles and hawks. In the east wall, through a wide crevice like a wound in the stone, the forests of Lantern Waste are just visible.


Aliyah points at the water. “I think it’s going to need a bath when you’re done.” She shakes her head, continuing. “Anyway, it seems he had different thoughts than I did. I said I needed to be in a place away from where my family was. My wording was off for certain as I meant where my blood family used to be. So he let out this growly noise. You know the one, I’m sure. He then said that part of growing up was figuring out who I was without my family, but I could hurt those who care about me by doing that. It’s like…” She sighs. “He thought I meant Ulfden, and maybe subconsciously I did?” She looks at Crenna for advice.

Crenna raises a paw and attempts to splash Aliyah. “Oh hush.” She leaps out, shaking out her fur before looking at her reflection, making sure that she looks semi presentable. Though how much can a drenched wolf be actually presentable. She flops a bit in the sun to dry up as she addresses her friend, “Just because Ulfden can be…different doesn’t make them any less of a family. After all, being in a pack is being in a family.” She tips her head, “Do you miss Ulfden, Aliyah?”

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day 3: over and done


Gathering Circle
Lantern Waste


Peridot’s eyes follow his toward the tent and then go back to the Prince. She bows again. “Thank you, your highness. I want to do my part for their Majesties as well. They have been good to us beasts.”

Cor says, “I’m sure we — I’m sure we all want that.” He takes a breath. “Lord Peridan might be better to talk to.”

Peridan ducks out of the tent, rubbing his forehead for a moment before straightening his shoulders and walking toward the fire where the others are gathered.

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