For a few days, Daneri had contemplated her involvement in what had transpired at the meeting. The things that had been asked of them but not required; there was a reason that she had chosen to become skilled in fighting and defending. A reason that she had come to learn what she could do to help those who needed it and this was one of those moments. So it all came down to asking herself what was the point of all that training if i didn't put it to use? To which Daneri immediately traveled to the scorching wilds when she saw some from the Plains leave. Moving to the place that she and Della had found as children and placed charcoal remains upon her face making the grey even darker.

Then moved to cover her scent in as much earthy texture as she could to prevent anyone from knowing where she hailed from. This was second nature to her by now given that she very rarely smelled like the Plains any way because she was hell-bent on pretending she was just a lone wolf most of the time. When she was certain that all was covered and nothing was left to the imagination, Daneri moved off towards Ecrosia and found the Plains' scent again and trailed it in silence.

Moving along the borders for a second before moving in several paces, her eyes moving casually as though nothing was wrong. An air to her that spoke that she was as familiar with this place as she was the Jungle it was near to. As though she had belonged here all along. Even then, she kept to the shadows and attempted not to be seen. Not until she could see what she was meant to do or was told to do.

pathfinder level 3 perk to remain hidden
1 is failure, 2 is success

Rolling 1d2: 2

^{ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY CALA}

She had followed her fellow pride mates here to the mire and it felt strange to be on opposing sides. Long ago she and the mire had been friends but in her time away it seemed it had fallen into unsavory paws. Moving slowly she stayed back to survey the area. She could see fights breaking out and many trying to escape. Some of whom were cubs with adults trying to stop them. Head down and ears pinned she stood defensively ready to jump in to defend any of the fleeing children should they run her way for cover. Though she didn’t jump in quite yet.

Arjana is open for fighting just tag me in discord if you start something.

code by shelby | art by irish

He is so small, and it seems like his short legs cannot carry him fast enough across the border- because a giant lioness thunders towards him- a paw flashing out. He darts blindly, veering to the side trying to avoid it while closing his eyes and flinging himself forward. He would fight if he had too but... he knew he didn't stand a chance when she was so impressively large. So he bolted forward- a glance over his shoulder told him that an even larger female had collided into her and a battle was beginning. All Gryff could do was tuck his tail into his body and run.

Escape Attempt 1/3

Rolling 1d10: 7

code by corvus || annie sparat/unsplash

some super vague stuff about why Odette didn't escape last time here

please allow @Emory to be the one to intercept Odette for plot purposes

The sound of challengers rang through the Mire, and though she stood on near emaciated and shaky knees- she moved towards the border. Her once vibrant abyss fur was dull and unkempt. Not participating in hunts had left it more difficult for Odette to find food- and so she'd taken to small game and her herbs to keep her going. Desire to avoid conflict and ride it out, to help keep others safe had prevented her attempts to escape, and now? Now she had to do something.

She crept through the brush, and watched as Ciara was attacked by a large pink female- and she took in a deep gulp of air. She didn't recognize anyone else here- didn't see Luther, and she supposed that now was as good of a time as any.

Odette made a break for it, aiming to casually walk across the border in hopes of not attracting any attention to herself- hoping to make it out.

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Odette is attempting to escape.

ART BY KIM, CODE BY LARS

Zahra was ready to fight—to fight for a poor soul's freedom. Analytical eyes traveled through the fog that engulfed parts of the now cursed lands that hide prisoners, slaves, she wanted to say. Luther seemed, no he was a total idiot for enslaving cubs and women, just out of a grude with one lion or two. Why drag innocent cubs into it? Only a coward went for cubs.

But as she waited to see if someone would contest her challenge to free someone,. But soon she heard foliage moving behind her, her ears switched, and soon she felt sharp pain on her right flank, seeing a yearling leaving claw marks on that part of her frame. Not leaving that to take away her common sense, she twisted her upper body towards the attacker, then attempted to get her face closer to the plum lioness, hopping to bite hard on the girl's right side of the face (upper fangs over her eye and lower ones by the bottom of the face) hopping to cause as much pain as possible. There was no mercy from Zahra today.

Zahra vs @Leiah
for Melusina
1 of 3
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 11 + 18 + 12 + 14 + 3 + 9 + 15 + 1

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 17 + 14 + 19 + 10

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 10 + 13 + 18 + 16

ART BY SILVERWOLF866, CODE BY DEE, MODIFIED BY GUNNER

It should have been a beautiful moment of reunion, and for a moment it was. Seraphiel's heart leapt when he spotted Solanum and the cubs with her. His grandchildren, the first time he was able to see him. Oh, look how tiny they were. So new to the world. He hated that this was their first introduction to it. Well, he would make it so they had the freedom to choose where they went.

And then the moment was broken, someone coming from the Mire side to block his attempt at rescue. His attention turned to his opponent as her teeth latched into his cheek, feeling flesh rend and tear there. So be it. He was never going to win any beauty contests anyway.

He lifted his left front paw and attempted to reach up and sink his claws into her skull, attempting to grab right around her ear. Her paw pressed his throat and he shifted his head slightly to protect it and also his air flow. Strangely, he didn't feel her other front paw, not having seen her coming soon enough to realize she didn't have another one.

Seraphiel vs. @Sersie
for Solanum (and grandkiddos)
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 20 + 15 + 16 + 1 + 8 + 9 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 17 + 14 + 1 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 10 + 20 + 7 + 9

ART BY IRISH / CODING BY SENTINEL

there is a beast made of murder

Grimm had arrived on the scene just in time to see @Odette trying to make a smooth escape. He scanned the scene, seeing many prisoners trying to fight for their escape; most of which were blocked by one member or the next. Most of which were taken care of, at least in Luther's absence. However, he wouldn't let Odette slip too easily through their teeth.

"Not so fast," he growled, running after her and aiming to stop just in front of her, to block her path momentarily. "Fight me for your freedom. It is a vorzy (worthy) prize, ja?"

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OOC: no fight stats bc your ooc note <3 Emory feel free to intercept <3 @Roamer ★ @Emory @Mouser

that I can no longer keep chained

code x art x inspo

Smoke languidly rises in mythic swirls from the burning coal at her paws, dancing past sooth-marked features. There is only the soft hum of tree-crowns dancing at the breeze overhead, the sound of birds chirping and creatures skittering. The sound of her soft breath and the steady beat of Runa’s heart. Steadily, the heartbeat begins to morph into the beat of a war drum. A sound that starts off as distant, but grows closer and closer.

Her eyes snap open.

The drumming is gone and only the chirping of birds remains. Silence. A single paw squashes the coal underneath, tossing dirt over it in one quick movement. They are here. The pale reborn stands on her feet, but there is no rush in her walk. She knows her duty is to Luther, now, and the wounds across her body were a result of her disobedience. Of her untimely return to the Mire, right after the sea had spat her out on its rocky shores. Right after she had broken the chains, only to be bound once more.

But the voice of somebody familiar pulls out memories from the depths of Erna’s mind.

"luther rike! du hast etwas, was ich will, kleiner junge."

She freezes, eyes wide. Her body does not want to cooperate for this split second as she stands among the tangled roots of the Mire and stares directly at @Morrigan. Memories begin to flood into her skull, overwhelming her senses, tearing her from this mortal realm. Memories of battles not too long ago. Of a battlefield where Sigrun ravage Rike, where Morrigan tore into Sunniva, while Saga torn into Erna. Of a battlefield where Rike fought Sigrun, while Morrigan stood with the sea rats. The rush of blood in her ears blocked out any sounds, her heartbeat increased threefold. Fears of punishment were abandoned. At this point, Runa was no longer Runa. At this point she was no longer held back by the limits of her mortal vessel. No, she cared not for such things.

All she wanted now was to tear Morrigan apart. Limb by limb.

When had she darted from her spot? When had she lunged for the brawny wench? When had her face contorted into this ugly, hateful expression that showed far too much tooth? I will kill her! I will rip her to pieces! I will put her head on a spike! I will— “Ich werde dich dort begraben, wo sie mich begraben haben!” ”I will bury you where they buried me!” she roared, attempting to latch onto Morrigan’s shoulders with her claws akin to a murderous cape, while her jaws sought to bite into the older woman’s neck. I will kill you if it’s the last thing I do.

Runa vs. @Morrigan
for Major Maim
Round 1 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 6 + 18 + 14 + 2

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 11 + 15 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 1 + 16 + 5 + 9 + 15 + 3

coded by flea + art by runandwine

Of course she wouldn't miss an opportunity to fight. Morrigan had brought some of her pride with her to free the prisoners kept by the new tyrant king in the Mire. Perhaps she was just a yearling, but she was a fierce one at that, and right now, her loyalties lay with the Summit, and for the undying queen, she would fight.

"Scatta' and show these dickheads what we're made of!" she called out as several of the Summit lions had already broke off from the group to aid in the escape of the mire's prisoners. It didn't take too long for them to get the message and begin trying to run from the borders. Syren looked for a way in, to see where she could offer her size and fire.


-Syren is open to a fight and open to aiding prisoners!-
if you wanna plot, DM me on Discord!

art + code (c) cala

How very bold.

How very foolish.

He was not among the first to arrive, but doubted he would be the last. Unlike the last encounter, there was less to become overwhelming and confusing, and so sharp eyes quickly assessed the situation. It was a little flash of white against the drab and muddy backdrop that caught his attention. A small thing trying to make a break for the borders.

Now that just wouldn't do.

With a low hum, he moved, slipping into the familiar posture more often used for stalking prey. Xaphan aimed to close the distance between himself and the child quickly, attempting to grip her firm by the scruff and yank her back, further from the borders where her would-be saviors awaited. Aside from keeping a prisoner, she could be convenient bait to lure the others over the border and into the waiting jaws of the mire.

Xaphan v @Laurel
Escape prevention
1/3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 3 + 10 + 13 + 14 + 9 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 13 + 18 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 3 + 1 + 15 + 8

code by corvus