change your heart or die ▽ Others came to help and for a moment Finnulf continued to be in awe of them until finally @Grit spoke and acknowledged his concerns. He rather liked this stór kona, for she was mighty. He nodded brusquely and did not even wait for her to ask before moving to help her with his brother. He was a fussy hen, not likely to allow her to carry @Emrik on her own, anyway. "I got him." He said, "Let’s go." He adjusted his shoulders to bare the weight, and glanced back to make sure his mother and father were following, and swept his seafoam eyes back into the scattered fray for @Cirilla. His heart leapt into his chest when he saw her limp body, but one of the pirates had her. He tensed as though he were about to run to her, but remembered the load he carried. Vellen’s balls, war was a cluster fokk. He clenched his jaws, exhaustion creeping into every angle on the boy, and he followed Grit toward a place where he hoped things could be put back together. -exit

+10 Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group
+5 Meditate or pray on your own or with someone else

+5 Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds

It seemed as though she didn't need to spill her own blood for her curse, for the ground was soon coated with that of a myriad of lions. The Brook fared well in the ensuing chaos, it seemed, though she noted poor Cassandra lost her effort to take control of the Mire. She appreciated the woman's effort, even if it hadn't been intended as reclaiming it for her own sake. It would have been good to know that a native once more sat upon the throne here, regardless of it was her or not.

She continued to pray for the safety of the Brook lions and their allies, plenty of which she spotted in the crowd as well. Some of the lions from the Hollow were there, and even still there were more that she didn't recognize, fighting a war amongst themselves that she couldn't begin to guess at the reasoning for. In the end, it didn't matter. She couldn't even say who had won.

"Maua, spirits, bless those who came to aid us on this day," she said softly, shaking off her leg to let a few more droplets of blood splatter on the ground to seal the offering, taking a moment to lick her limb clean before leaving herself. There were many who would need healing, and not just in their own pride.

-exit heloise-

+5 Meditate or pray on your own or with someone else

+5 Attend a challenge

Vellen, please keep her safe, he begged as he helped to get Zhara out of the line of fire. It was probably good that he wasn't around to see everything else that happened, to see Saga fall only to be miraculously brought back. He was stressed enough trying to keep his siblings from getting hurt any more than they already were. And all this only for the woman who had initially made the pride challenge to not win. He wondered if that would have made her reign start out cursed even if she had succeeded. Probably good that she hadn't had to find that out. Just keep Zhara and my family safe, he prayed one last time as he kept their path out secure.

-exit jokull-

T a l i s a

As soon as she found her place beside @Morrigan's side, a call for a healer was lifted into the air. Roaming the seemingly lifeless form of Saga within their vicinity and Talisa's heart lurched, automatically closing her eyes and using all of her thoughts to find Maua. Needing their support now more than ever to ensure that the woman was capable of breath once more. They didn't need to lose someone, not like this... so she did as best that she could with what she had. Followed after whatever party took the Sigrun Jarl away so that she could help if called upon. The Sigrun likely had many hands to help but it didn't mean that she wouldn't be there for them. exit talisa.

Though no threat of his own - there were more suspicious characters than he, but a lazy dragon enthused by his own treasures. Saoirse meant nothing in the way of his conquests, and therefore nothing by means of his own suspicions. But to others, her questions riddled the properties of a spy, and one so paranoid may go as far as to render her ventures with uncouth interrogation.

In honesty he cared little what became of her, a stranger in the road of succession, but it didn't hurt to warn her.

As soon as she came she left, heeding his warning or the dying fares of bloodshed that culminated and crashed before them; and Amara fell, causing him to roll forward on his heels. Though too far to hear the exchange between the pale lioness and the starry queen, his eyes beheld the language of contempt and the call to fall back rang true.

A sighing defeat on his own - though his engagement with the great Saoirse had been keenly interesting, it lacked its vehemence, and he made no strides on the battlefield. Their enemies had mostly disbanded, if not torn apart already, and even the strangers slinking through the dark were swift and indiscernible shades. His thrill was swallowed down by disappointment, and with a final glance cast across the warground, he passed through to follow Amara west.

exit, unless stopped.
+5 Observe a fight (Ambrose vs Dahlia)
+5 Observe a fight (Amara vs Alizabeth)_{BG — ART — CODE}

in a matter of minutes the ground is splattered with blood. the scent of the mire is gone, and in its place is something dizzying and terrifying alluring to her. diantha's heart pounds, sharp eyes glancing from one combatant to the other. her father's words of caution is becoming dimmer and dimmer while another voice is urging her to join the war. yet still, diantha stays, attempting to be the obedient miroslav daughter, and let trouble stray far.

naturally, as time pass, the battles begin to wane and more lions slip out. diantha's growing tired of all the activity, despite being inactive. but she does enjoy the shows very much and hope she'll see something like this again. [exit diantha]

_{BG — DUSK/ALE-TIE — CODE}

may god have mercy on my enemies
As those closest to Saga converged on her fallen form, Morrigan would let herself be pushed back, keeping up her guard so that none could disturb them as they worked to save their Jarl's life. Miraculously, or at least Masterfully on the part of Calypso, Saga still yet breathed when they were finally able to carry her form out of the blood soaked Mire. Morrigan would follow closely behind her wife, pausing a moment to be sure that her children had both somewhat safely escaped as well before actually departing. Cassandra had seemed battered but okay, but the last glimpse Morrigan had of Khal was not so comforting. She didn't see him now, though, so she followed @Talisa protectively from Ecrosian soil. exit morrigan
because i won't

ART BY ZODIAC, CODE BY LARS

She won.

It doesn’t feel like a victory.

Hazel had defended herself, however, and she will not allow the guilt to grow and bloom in her chest. Once the creep is well and truly gone, Hazel staggers into the sidelines to catch her breath and assess her own wounds, and by the time she recovers most of the fighting is over. Coral eyes flick almost anxiously around for Seneca, and once he is located, she slips out of the Mire’s territory and heads directly home to Andal. A trail and tears of blood in her wake.

Exit.

DO NO HARM
TAKE NO SHIT

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The violence was beginning to smolder and as the once frenzied crowd started to splinter and finally disperse, Léonie lost track of her dad. A growl droned in her throat while she turned her head every which way, hoping to spy his spotted bulk through the bodies and brush. But when nothing came of her search, the little spy wondered if she’d somehow missed him during the exodus. She supposed that it would be better to leave now and hopefully reconnect with him back in the Oasis.

Moving from her hiding place, the grey child slipped through the thick flora of the Mire to cross over its borders and head for home.

Exit

	+10 Sneak into another pride's territory without getting caught
	+10 Successfully stay hidden for the duration of a thread

	+10 Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters)

coded by flea | artwork by ale-tie

Plenty had occurred around him. Saga victorious one way or another as Erna died on the battlefield. Many gathered around their jarl to work to save her life and Myrkvi had little else to do to aid anyone else one way or another. He rose to follow the leaving forms from the Mire. His tongue sought to swipe over his bloodied maw idly, ignoring what he could of his wounds. He came out for the better and that was what mattered. He hoped Ronin enjoyed his broken forelimb. Though those thoughts would be left here as he would be finding his way to the Brook now that this challenge had concluded.

-Exit

code and art by aurora | BG to unsplash