Dredge the waters of war. Scarcely had Parvati recovered from the stress of the move then something threatened the supposedly stable home. Not a challenge for them, but with the volume of trails leading away from the Brook it may as well be. Idiots. Idiots getting themselves hurt. It would be a medic's delight to try to heal them all. But Parvati might fall short and did they want to be blamed for being unable to save everyone? NO. No they did not.

The smart thing to do was what Parvati always did. In this case, the wiry lion made the measured decision to stomp after the others and yell at them. They trembled as they moved, tripping over hidden roots inside the muck. How could anyone see anything, or hear or smell? Parvati couldn't smell who was Brook or not. Thankfully they recognized @Morrigan. "Oh!" they breathed a sigh of relief and veered toward the dark lioness... but quicker than they could follow, the former leader was embroiled in a swirling fight with somebody. "MORRIGAN. WHY." Parvati stopped where they were, a little short of reaching the Vermeda sidelines and possibly in the middle of all the fighting. They felt like they were in the middle of everything. They whipped themselves around in a circle, trying to get oriented, but instead losing track of everything but the fact that they were in the eye of a hurricane.

"EVERYONE. STOP FIGHTING. STOP FIGHTING. STOP -" and so on and so forth

Her own blood boiled, sensing her inner bravery invade her young body. Eyes lurked, hunting for any target she could bring down aswell. Fear was eaten by the desire to see her family's enemies fall under their feet. Seeing more known faces she felt ready to fight by their side, this might be her first war, or atleast one that her family was deeply involved. Her pink eyes fell on her approaching brother @Baltasar, who came to calm her down. Well that was hard right now but she nodded, just waiting for now. But quickly it came down abruptly when a sharp pain in her back leg brought her anger back and this time much stronger. She turned and thinking in anything her own white fangs bare as she would attempt to catch the aggressor, attempting to bite as hard as she could , onto their ear, as she would also attempt to wrap both frontal paws with claws out in their face, aiming to catch it in a painful cage of claws. Zahra vs @Sarsaparilla For minor maim(ear tip removal) or face scarring 1 - 5 Hits: Rolling 5d20: 11 + 3 + 19 + 8 + 12 Dodges: Rolling 2d20: 10 + 13 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 12 + 6 + 13 + 17 + 2

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She wasn't going to go. Not at first but it was hard to pass up the chance to see who would do what in this little battle that would be happening. Amara called to the fighters of the Bluff to join her. If they were going, they might as well go together and see what they could do. She waited only for a few moments before heading out. It took her a bit to get there and much like when she arrived in the forest, there were fights happening all over the place. She quickly found @Charax in the mix and moved to her side. Her golden gaze flicked over all the fights that were happening, trying to make sense of what the fuck was going on and who was who in all of this. She knew some faces but not enough to really know who might be a target and who would not be. Steady. Pick your fights carefully if you are going to jump in. Amara didn't really know the balance here yet but she wanted her fighters to be smart, not just fighting to fight. Charax. What is going on? She asked her lead scout to update her so that she could get a better idea of where she should focus her efforts. OOC: Please reach out before attacking so I have a heads up mentally.

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Although positioned like a guard, Prometheus knows better than to stay entirely tense in such a chaotic situation as this; the last thing he needed was for any stiffness to slow him down. Yet the brutes shoulders can't entirely relax - not with the blatant hungry frenzy of tooth and claw going on around them. @Septima speaks but his eyes do not stray from their surroundings, save for one small second (well he could've sworn it was a second). As her soft voice finds his name his gaze sifts, and it's all it takes for his peripheal to be blind sided by the heathen rushing him.

His eyes snap forward but by then @Icarus is an unavoidable force; the girls sweet voice takes a violent note but the Frei cannot make sense of the words amidst the assault of brawn and teeth set upon him. Prometheus does not know if this man wanted him out of the way to get to Septima or if he was just another blood thirsty monger looking for any piece of flesh he could get at - it didn't matter at that point, because the iron beast was not about to cower or bend.

Whatever choice you think you just made, you chose wrong.
cocky isn't he?

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Their bodies collided and the force of which against the muddy mire is enough to push Rome back; but not without resistence as his hind claws scrape and drag over the earth for traction, making him only stagger a few feet back. Pain blooming his chest and the front of his shoulders from impact as a furious snarl escapes the beasts lungs, but and as soon as Icarus had smashed into him Rome's right paw had already left the ground. The heavy mitt attempting to strike right at the bridge of Icarus's muzzle with violent intent, claws not only eager for purchase but also to try and protect his own neck while the back end of his body dipped lower to the ground. The brute's weight just beginning to shift towards his own left; tail sweeping low for balance in a refusal to give any more ground. Simultaneously his head turned to face his opponent with a vicious snap of teeth in an attempt to bite into Icarus's left shoulder with their close proximity.

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@Prometheus vs. @Icarus
Minor Maim (Facial Scarring)
Round i of V
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 8 + 7 + 2 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 12 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 4 + 19 + 12 + 11

She saw what she believed she would see. A prime target, ambitious and bold but not yet strong. @Zahra seemed to settle slightly at the words from her companion, only cementing Sarsa's impression of the Sigrun as a vast war machine. She didn't know why they had invaded the mirelands but it was a precious opportunity for Sarsaparilla. The enemy must be crippled when they were distracted. She bit into the back leg as hard as she could. All she was thinking about was the pain these Sigrun would inflict on her children. They needed to suffer and bleed for her and hers to be safe! Her neon pink eyes closed in concentration, awash suddenly with sickly hate. Hate was familiar but it was so seldom she could act on her anger. Her claws clenched and the cold mud reminded her that she needed to attack with her paws as well, attack with all the vigor she had.

She opened her eyes, momentarily disoriented, only to see the younger female had whipped around and there was a flurry of claws coming at her face. Sarsa scrunched her head back with a growl and the claws raked along her cheekbones. She felt the blood, the pain, cold, and she was suddenly afraid for her beauty. There was also a shadow falling across her face as the enemy's fangs went for her ear and ended up slicing the thin fur around its entrance. She lifted her front right paw and tried to claw one of Zahra's arms away while also trying to grip her fangs around the other wrist.

+10 Participate in a raid or war (actively fighting, healing, or helping others)
+5 Sneak start a fight/spar

Sarsaparilla vs @Zahra
Minor maim (limb breaking)
2/5

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 7 + 4 + 14 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 9 + 13 + 14

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 8 + 16 + 13 + 17

the sea does not like to be restrained The call to war sounded across the land, and at first Revna wasn't sure that it was a good idea for her to go. Eira would surely follow, and that would put her in danger. On top of that, she had no idea where Elias was in that moment, and she wasn't sure if he wanted to answer the call either. There was still so much here that they didn't know about the situation of their family here. Too many unknowns. But if the Rike were here, then it was her duty to defend her family. Instinct won out and she found her legs carrying her across Amaryllis from the shore, heading towards the swampy Mire pride that she only knew about vaguely. Saga's call drew her in. She was late to the party, having come from farther away than many of the others. By the time she arrived fights had broken out all around the sovereign and his challenger. She was surprised to see that it was Cassandra, and her heart thumped against her chest in anticipation for the girl. It seemed that she was quite serious about taking a pride for herself and her family. There was more to her than Elias could see, that was certain. She would have to try to sway her husband over to her opinion that Cassandra was worth having around, and worth paying some attention to. The girl was going places. Her eyes spotted a familiar pelt and anger boiled beneath her skin. The dark fur with white speckles was unmistakable. Amara. The bitch who had dared attack her in the passage as punishment for supposedly touching a member of her pride - even though her pride member was the one who started the fight. An enemy of her family, for one reason or another. She would not allow the woman to interfere in the clash of Sigrun versus Rike. Not today bitch. Amara was slightly ahead of and to her left, not facing Revna but instead looking at the fights that were already taking place, speaking to someone else of her pride. Revna broke into a run, no sound of challenge issuing from her jaws, and raced for her prey. As she approached, slightly behind and to Amara's right, she attempted to raise herself up and sling her left front leg over Amara's back end, where she would then try to dig her claws into flesh for purchase. She attempted to sling her right front leg underneath Amara and dig claws into flesh in her stomach. It was an awkward hug from behind, and if it was successful she would try dig her teeth into the flesh along Amara's back. Revna vs. @Amara Minor Maim - TBD Round 1 2 3 4 5 Hits: Rolling 6d20: 16 + 10 + 14 + 7 + 20 + 13 Dodges: Rolling 5d20: 7 + 3 + 6 + 20 + 12 Luck: Rolling 6d20: 15 + 18 + 16 + 13 + 9 + 7

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It took her a minute to see them as more and more lions clashed, finding solace in ripping skin, sinking their teeth into flesh, and otherwise taking their aggression out in this challenge... that quickly became a war. But eventually, the sickly sweet smell of cannibals found their way onto the battlefield. Shiva locked her eyes on the pelt of a uniquely striped lioness that smelled of Wolfbron Bluffs, and without much thought, she bounded for her.

With the potential element of surprise, Shiva attempted to shoulder the lioness as she passed her, hoping to make her stumble. Shiva soon whirled around and with unsheathed claws, attempted to to hook them into the side of the lioness' face.

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Shiva vs. @Charax
Minor Maim (TBD)
Round 1 2 3 4 5
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 4 + 17 + 1 + 14 + 6 + 5 + 15

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 11 + 13 + 16 + 10

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 5 + 4 + 9 + 13

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The call that rang through the land promised violence, at least that was the note that Eskel heard. Like the true nosy sleuth he was, he immediately headed towards the sound under the guise of gathering information about whatever in the hell was happening. As he neared the source of the call, he noticed that the ground was turning boggy, and the overwhelming scent of pride- was noticed as he crept over the border, keeping to the shadows and the brush.

He would attempt to remain hidden, as he slunk towards the stench of violence and bloodshed- his pink eyes intent on taking in the battle around him. As he neared the center of the fighting, he would remained carefully tucked into the brush- his eyes scanning the scene. He recognized only one face- his half sister’s and his eyes studied her as another launched herself at @Charax. Yet, he did not move from his spot- she did not need him to assist her in battle, and he would not- unless she were to be grossly outnumbered.

OOC NOTE: Eskel is attempting to remain hidden.

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This is the start of how it all ever ends. They used to shout my name, now they whisper it.

⚓︎it was not the first challenge since she had returned, but it was the first one close to home. close enough that she was drawn to the shore of the cay, peering in the direction of the call.

calypso would have stayed put -- she would not have gone to witness the change of another pride leader -- except for the sound of saga's voice echoing across the ocean. it was angry, and she knew immediately that it would mean war.

instinctively she moved to gather her supplies, to sling her bag over her shoulder and move towards the mire. what was this shake in her limbs? what was this fear that rose in her chest?

a call for the sigrun was a call for him; she told herself that was why she went. because if saga fought she would do whatever she could to save her, if only for him. her relationship with the jarl was tumultuous at best, but she was important to hakon and therefore she must be important to the druid.

still, as she crossed the borders she had to pause, closing her eyes, centering herself. as she approached the battle she had to draw in shaky breath, fighting off the flashbacks of memory that taunted her with the angry snarls in her ears.

when she saw the blood she froze at the edge of the clearing, not even bothering to look around at who was here. saga was locked in another battle to the death and more fights than she could count were errupting all around.

real.
this was real.

sitting down hard she swayed, blinked, and then held herself steady. she was here for when the dust settled, though by the far-off look in her eyes it was clear she was also not here.

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calls and challenges split the winter air, the island's inhabitants whipped up into a frenzy. she is drawn to it like a moth to the flames though she does not understand why. their petty politics do not matter to her — neither, still, does the sigrun's rivalry. what does intrigue her, however, is how easily the scene seems to explode into violence. it stretches like a curse, branching its rot out with ruinous intent. curious. the oracle lingers in between the shadows and the darkness of the mire, lurking where none might see her. she is not here to fight ( for neither side holds her loyalty ) but ocean eyes watch, sharp and keen.

listening, as always, to the words that are not spoken aloud.

attempting to stay hidden

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