And now the kingdom comes, crashing down undone
and i am a master of a nothing place, of recoil and grace

TRIGGER WARNING!
This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of [ strong language, graphic content ]

his fangs dig into her cheek, attempting to pull out an eye, but he fails. still, the taste of her blood would goad him into a frenzy as it coats his tongue like a sweet elixir. the agile woman thrashes against him - they continue to brawl - blood dripping down from his numerous wounds, the pain now electric. he is almost addicted to it, like a crazed masochist, unable to feel anything but the rage and violence that consumes him. there is only so much you can do before you prod and aggravate the bear, and here, between her delicious flesh and the bloodied earth below, harou feels unhinged. as she moves forward, she would throw her arms around him - attempting to pull him down, her weapons digging into his flesh painfully - and he would stumble forward but not fall down, not entirely.

attempting to maneuver himself, harou would try and fall on top of her, his forelimbs rippling forward, attempting to splay them outward to try and balance himself. attempting to reach forward once more, the leviathan seeks to take another bite out of her - any piece of her will do, his jaws salivating and agape, hungrily reaching for her tender flesh.

Harou vs. @Aphrodite
for minor maim (facial scarring)
3 of 4
+1 hit, +1 dodge due to perks

Hits:

Rolling 9d20: 2 + 14 + 5 + 8 + 16 + 11 + 3 + 20 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 13 + 20 + 4 + 12 + 10 + 5

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 1 + 3 + 2 + 8

the first fight that karsa had been watching - between two spectators - ends rather quickly after the young savante arrives on the scene. it is the man who wins the fight, leaving quite the nasty mark on the woman, it almost makes him wince. she turns to make a speedy exit seconds later and karsa's attention turns to the main fight at hand, probably what everyone had come to caladan to see.

thankfully for them, they're not waiting to see the results for very long. it is the reigning sovereign who triumphs over the young challenger. it seems having the inside of her mouth torn up so badly had been more of a detriment than karsa had originally expected. since he has no idea of the poison coating miaran's claws, he can only assume it's the move itself that's caused such an effect. naturally, the young man is excited to use it himself the next time the opportunity arises. with both of the fights he had been watching now over, karsa decides to make his timely exit towards home

exit karsa

ART BY X-ZELFA, CODE BY LARS

she's got the devil in her eyes
pretty in the light, even prettier at night

Her claws dig into his flesh as his fangs tear at her cheek. Her hind legs aching with the weight of just not herself but the weight of @Harou as well. But she is determined to keep on going, so when she feels him come forward. She would allow herself to fall down onto her back, kicking her back legs out and upwards so that she could attempt to kick them and dig them into the soft tender flesh of his belly. Even go so far as aiming to dig her front claws further into his flesh, not carrying that his fangs were coming for more flesh. She knew it would do damage but this was even worse.

Aphrodite vs. Harou
For Minor Maim (facial scarring)
Round four

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 8 + 15 + 6 + 2 + 5 + 10 + 19 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 10 + 19 + 15 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 20 + 1 + 17 + 13

table by ryuu

And now the kingdom comes, crashing down undone
and i am a master of a nothing place, of recoil and grace

TRIGGER WARNING!
This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of [ strong language, graphic content ]

the blood from his wounds drips from his features, they coat his skin in the garish vermillion, leaving streaks of red behind his ruptured flesh. as they clash upon the floor - two violent figures locked in a wrathful embrace - she would fall downward, with him barreling on top of her. she would kick at his waist, leaving long ugly lacerations behind; causing his nerves to be alight.

her front claws would slash at his chest muscles and his blood would continue to drip upon her, a rhythmic pitter-patter. a guttural snarl tears free from the wendigo's mouth as he would seek to swoop down with his jaws and this time attempt to grab her by the jugular. simutaneously, he brings one paw downward, attempting to hook his talons into any part of her.

Harou vs. @Aphrodite
for minor maim (facial scarring)
4 of 4

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 11 + 1 + 3 + 2 + 18 + 12 + 9 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 6 + 5 + 10 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 14 + 19 + 8 + 13

I’d let the world burn

The assassin waits and watches silently, her eyes slowly falling on the faces of those who arrive. Their scents quickly intermingle but she recognizes the summit, the oasis, the mire, and the lagoon among the first to come. Other pride scents mingle as the fight starts and continues but at that point, her lavender gaze is on the main fight.

There is a coldness in her stomach as she watches the ashen high queen violently tear into her sister. A sense of dread settles in her frame as she watches the fight. She can't help but wish her sister would end the fight and save herself. But the assassin also knows Pyrrha must do this. Knows it is what her sister has decided for herself and the assassin will support her no matter how much it hurts to watch.

But then it ends, the ashen high queen proclaiming her victory with blood. But also a betrail. Kvare has betrayed them, he had warned her of Pyrrha's return. The knowledge burned like cold fire eating away at her inside and a silent rage for the man she'd idolised. A man she'd called father, and yet again father had proven nothing but a traitor.

The assassin's lip curl silently as she continues to listen but her eyes focus on her opponent. Her sister as she limps off bloodied and beaten. She wants to rush to her side, to support her, to stand by her as she ought to but she doesn't. The assassin remains pressed against the sand watching as the bloodied lioness disappear. Watching as another fight breaks out between the Oaisis king and the Cove queen. This time no one steps in to save their sovereign. Neeha can't help but hope he will do just as much harm to the high queen's wife as she had done to the assassin's sister. An eye for an eye, a loved one for a loved one.

The assassin watches and waits for the right moment to slip away from the scene unnoticed. To wash her claws in the ocean and return to her den so she'd reemerge as Otter the Cove baron.

Exit/fade
Neeha is successfully hidden via her assassin perk
rolled in her first post


Trade Xp
Assassin
+10 Successfully stay hidden for the duration of a thread
+5 Practice speed or stealth

beatnik
+5 Slack off or shirk one's responsibilities

Let the world burn for you

code by corvus, Art by Irish

The Monster

Velasco X’uekai

Blood soaks the beaches as her victory secures their alliance, madre would be pleased to know they still had an ally in the Cove. Not to mention Velasco was quite pleased to see the Stormy Cove queen bathe her crown in blood. Painting a bloody claim onto her beach. A claim the pink wrench despite her wounds so openly mock. The monster feels his lips peel as he watches the youth leave and listens to the summit queen wail as if it were a family tradition. The summit was allied with the lagoon, they were enemies, and from @Miaran's words as were now the Tolliare family.

The monster now sets into motion moving to pass the border to cross into the land of their allies. He'd approach the storm queen a soft chuff on his lips as he bows his head to her. He could be the respectful prince, the son of an ally just as easily as he could be a monster.

"Congratulations Tormenta reina" storm queen the monster drawls as he stands before her bloodied frame. Though his eyes move to the remaining fight the blood in the air makes it hard to differentiate the smells. However, he doubts they are allies and he can only think of one lion that would keep the wounded queen standing tall and bleeding. "Your wife?" he asks eyes on the fight between the dark lion and lioness.

Potential xp
Barbarian
+5 Observe a fight (Miaran vs Pyrrha)
+5 Observe a fight (Harou vs. Aphrodite)

code by corvus, manip by wolfsi

@Harou VS. @Aphrodite FOR minor maim
— RESULTS —

Harou Hits: 4+5+5+6+6 = 26
Harou Dodges: 2+2+3+4 = 11

Aphrodite Hits: 4+5+5+2+9 Luck = 25
Aphrodite Dodges: 1+2+3+2 = 8

Harou Successful Hits: 18
Aphrodite Successful Hits: 14

Harou HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR Minor Maim!

The results of this fight cannot be acknowledged ICly until either both challengers have responded or 3 days have gone by — whichever comes first. Any posts breaking this rule will be removed.

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WOUNDED ROLL

performed on discord by @Zena ★

Aphrodite is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

Harou Wounded Roll: 2

Harou is NOT WOUNDED!

Profiles will be adjusted to reflect the wounded rolls, which, if received, reduce the character’s hits and dodges by -1 for an standardized amount of time. Any wounded rolls received from this fight are considered healed as of 7/22, and are logged in the wounded log. Once healed, post in Trade & Dice Updates to have your dice returned to normal.

my rot is as hungry as me.
and when god asks me of love,
i always respond with cruelty -

his talons would find her face, marking her. he hovers above the black female, seizing her by the neck, and harou would be tempted to hold on for as long as he could, squeezing his jaws tightly around her. he wants to end her right here and now, but harou would eventually release, pulling backwards as he pants through mist-laden breaths, the wrath still surging down his muscles. the blood weaves down his muscular frame, the rigid lines of his body dripping in blood as he would come to stand above @Aphrodite. she asked for this, and she would receive it. a scar to remember him by, a bright glaring red that would bruise her obsidian features.

"touch my children again and the next time, there will be no mercy." he snarls under his breath, the savagery dripping from his every being, a hungry and venomous look flashing across his smouldering eyes, the threat evident. and then, he would slowly pull away, tendrils of blue hair sweeping hauntingly across his angular face; leaving her there upon the ground to bleed. he was done with aphrodite, she is not the reason why he's here.

the winter titan would seek @Brighid ♔ from the crowd, coming to pull up beside her. harou would seek to brush his frame across the ivory lioness' frame, a subtle possessive touch, before his red eyes would turn to @Miaran. harou is still dripping in wrath and venom, his claws unsheathed, digging into the pliant earth beneath him as he would issue his final demand.

"release my general." his voice purrs ominiously, the tone dark, feral. he will not yield until brighid is returned to him. if he has to tear up miaran too, harou fucking will.

she's got the devil in her eyes
pretty in the light, even prettier at night

When their first fight had been clear that she had been the victor, this was not the case this time. Claws met her face, ran straight across it. Deep enough that she would not be able to hide the scars that he would leave behind. Ears fell flat on her head as she felt his jaws hit her neck before even they would let her go and she would lay there as he spoke his words. A growl formed from her lips, Then perhaps you should teach your children to not attack an allies child! She would spit back before she would shove herself from the ground. This had all started because his child had not been informed. True, Zinnia was not hers by blood but the moment she had met the child, Aphrodite had begun to protect her as if she was her own.

What did it matter now as Harou left her and went for @Miaran. A growl erupted again but she could do nothing. Blood dripped down her face, the lacerations cut from just above her left eyebrow and cut across her face. Her body was beginning to ache as she soon left to find a healer. Aphrodite would not be able to do this on her own.

exit

+5 Lose a fight
+5 Complete a spar or fight

OOC NOTE: Minor Maim resulting in facial Scarring; scars begin from just above her left eyebrow and go straight across her face and ending below the right side of her cheek/jaw. Cuts along her neck.

table by ryuu

Vicariously, I live
while the whole world dies

@Morrigan beckons for riven, and riven obeys. there would be nothing more to see here, as the winter soldier would make his leave, weaving through the shadows and departing slowly in the wake of the illyrian royalty. a final glimpse into the bloodied crowd, and riven would quietly make note of those strange unfamiliar faces. he yearned to fight, to dip his jaws in blood, but today will not be the day. moving restlessly, riven prowls forth, feeling the sands churn beneath his massive paws. his tail would lash against his muscular flank, a single sign of his subtle irritation before the red leviathan would depart entirely.

exit