requiem


Cell 3
Castle Anvard


Morrigan looks up as the door creaks open. She remains crouched by the far wall, practically curled into a ball.

Lanisen enters, accompanied by a handful of guards and a knight, all armed. For his part, he has his arms full with a tall stack of warm-looking (though rather worn) blankets. His face is fairly pale, and he glances around the room before his eyes settle on Morrigan. “Hey, Shenzi,” he says quietly.
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your move


Hostel


Loc lies on his cot, staring at the ceiling.

Lanisen sits cross-legged on his cot, propping up his chin with one hand. He appears to be playing a game of Foxes and Wolves with himself, using eight pebbles of vaguely similar shape and hue.

Loc turns his head to watch Lanisen.
Loc asks, “Having fun?”

Lanisen mms, squinting at the “board”. He sighs and sweeps the pebbles into an untidy pile, evidently irritated with his losing self. Or his winning self. Hard to tell. “I can’t stand this waitin’,” he mutters.
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new day


Hostel
Lancelyn Green
Middle Archenland


You stand in a spacious, dimly-lit room. It is quite plain, furnished almost solely with cots, and plenty of them at that. There are several people sleeping here, but it is rather dark to try discerning precisely who. Seems to be a comfortable enough place to sleep, by the steady breathing and occasional snores coming from the people resting on the cots.

There is a door to the north leading into the Anteroom.


Colin is sitting on a cot. Because they are inside, he is wearing his cloak with the cowl drawn over his head. His arms are folded across his chest, as if trying to make himself more invisible.

Lanisen is asleep, the early morning light falling across him from the window. He’s on his back, his limbs flung out all akimbo: unguarded, in contrast to his usual tightly coiled posture. As the morning passes, he draws into himself, rolling from one side to another, his face registering pain and fear, but he doesn’t seem to fully waken.
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Loc’s Exposition


In the Archenland Forest
Middle Archenland


You stand on a well-worn path running through the trees.  To the north and west, purple mountains separate Archenland from Narnia.  The trees on either side of the path provide ample shade for an enjoyable outing.  Alongside, you occasionally spot a small cluster of flowers in some delicate color.  The path continues on through the forest to the south and the east, while to the west it begins to wind through the plains.


Colin is well off the trail in the trees, his back pressed to the bark of a great leafy something or other. Lanisen is curled up on the ground, sound asleep.

Loc walks along the trail. Quite obviously having seen better days. His face is grim and he walks with confidence. Coming upon the two men he pauses. “Ah.” His voice is quiet, and there’s an underlying tone to it, almost like a wince. “There you are.”

Colin is on his feet in an instant, hand clutching a knife. He stands between the stranger and Lanisen. “Who are you?”
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at fault


Hostel
Sun and Moon Inn
Middle Archenland


You stand in a spacious, dimly-lit room. It is quite plain, furnished almost solely with cots, and plenty of them at that. There are several people sleeping here, but it is rather dark to try discerning precisely who. Seems to be a comfortable enough place to sleep, by the steady breathing and occasional snores coming from the people resting on the cots.

There is a door to the north leading into the Anteroom.


Myrd stalks back into the hostel. He looks, in a word, volatile. He leans over Lanisen’s bedside, coldly observing the boy.

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second encounter


In the Archenland Forest
Middle Archenland


A mountain forest surrounds you on every side.  Gazing over the trees to the north and south, you see the snowcaps rising, though you can still continue a bit further before the foothills impede your progress.  The wide valley you stand in runs east and west between them, a gently rolling, hilly place, covered mostly with grass and the rare flower.


Lanisen is very obviously not hunting at the moment, instead scuffing through the vegetation in search of berries, fresney, edible roots, fruit, what-have-you. He kneels by a rather pathetic-looking mulberry shrub and begins picking. Most of the berries don’t make it into his bag.

Colin moves down through the branches of the tree above, oblivious to the presence of ‘Cal’ down below. The branches creak and let loose leaves and bark. A pear drops down right on Cal’s head, then Colin appears above and grabs the lowest branch to swing down. His body drops and he dangles right in front of Cal, blinking in surprise as he forgets to let go of the branch.
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awkward encounter


Ziel’s Practice Grounds
Eastern Archenland


You stand in another bit of cleared ground, just off Vechter’s Field, and obviously a part of it.  Ziel, a young Son of Adam, sits on his chair, generally snoozing unless he’s pestered for a target.  Behind him is a pile of straw targets, some new, some half-made, some completely destroyed, ready to be taken apart and remade, if only Ziel would wake up and get to work.  There are several stands at different hights, scattered across the clearing.  It appears that the targets are affixed to these, once purchased.

The only easy way to leave is to go through Vecter’s Field to the east.  The rest of the area is hemmed in by conifers.


Perrin continues to work the forms, once more seeming to give the other man no mind as his blade strikes the target.

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the odd couple


Ziel’s Practice Grounds
Andale
Eastern Archenland


You stand in another bit of cleared ground, just off Vechter’s Field, and obviously a part of it. Ziel, a young Son of Adam, sits on his chair, generally snoozing unless he’s pestered for a target. Behind him is a pile of straw targets, some new, some half-made, some completely destroyed, ready to be taken apart and remade, if only Ziel would wake up and get to work. There are several stands at different hights, scattered across the clearing. It appears that the targets are affixed to these, once purchased.

The only easy way to leave is to go through Vecter’s Field to the east. The rest of the area is hemmed in by conifers.


Morrigan watches, once more quietly.

Lanisen is doing his best to tear up a target placed in an unobtrusive corner of the field. He’s obviously been at it for some time, as his face is beet red and glistening with sweat. He pauses, catches a glimpse of Shenzi, and turns with a scowl. “/What/?!”

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indiscreet


Andale Beach
Eastern Archenland



At the bottom of the slope, the beach spreads, a mixture of sand and gravel. Seagulls scream overhead, and small crabs scuttle about, between pools and bits of driftwood. There are a few larger rocks as well, slowing being eroded by wind and water. The Eastern Ocean seems to go on forever, the gray green waves stretching out to the horizon.

A path leads up the slope to the west toward the Beach Road


Myrd catches you sneaking in.

Morrigan catches you sneaking in.
Loc catches you sneaking in.

Loc’s eyes shift and he smirks. He casually moves to stand behind Lanisen.
Loc mumbles “Hey Lanny Boy.”, to Lanisen.
Loc mumbles “… Lanny Boy.”, to Lanisen.

Morrigan turns her head the slightest bit, catching movement; her scowl becoming more prominent.

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how not to kiss


In the Archenland Forest
Eastern Archenland


Golden light filters down through the tree branches overhead, making the leaves glow translucently. A gentle breeze stirs the leaves slightly, causing the light to shimmer on the grassy forest floor. To the north, stands a large stand of fir trees.


Jana sits at the bottom of the tree doing… something… to her hair.

Lanisen scrambles down awkwardly, clearly not at ease as far off the ground as the branches of the peach tree put him. As he’s not paying attention, his feet swing dangerously close to Jana’s head.

Jana swings her wet, multicolored head out of the way. “Watch it!”

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