sunt mala quae libas, ipse venena bibas the garden bites, Almost as soon as his teeth meet purchase, nearly gliding into the hard surface of the occipital bone, he feels the incision of her own jaws on his arm dissipate to be replaced by the blunt weight of her head ramming up into his mouth yet again. The tip of his tongue is snipped between the front of his smaller teeth as his jaws jerk shut and upward. Fresh blood, his own, drips from his split tongue and into his gums – all to the tune of small but furious pain. Gods, of any injury accrued yet in this short battle, that perhaps smarted the most. His eyes watered and he had to blink it away, trying not to cuss through clenched jaws as his good eye glared down at Valkravn with a personal sort of anger. Meanwhile blood drenched his arm, and pain tugged at his muscle as he moved. A growl in his throat, he would attempt to shove forward, into her, while pivoting his hind legs so that he faced her from an angle (this being to prevent his own throat from being readily available and perhaps to dissuade anymore direct headbutting attempts. Those were getting quite old). With his jaws dislodged from the back of her head, yet still hopefully in proximity, he would aim to snap at her left ear, attempting to peel it away from her head where it was nestled, or her eye. Whatever it may be. Meanwhile he kept his hind legs bent to lift himself slightly so as to gain the necessary height to go for her ear. His front paws were placed solid on the earth, but lifted to his tiptoes so as to accommodate the extension he attempted. @Corinthian vs. @Valkravn Minor Maim (ear or eye) Round 4 / 5 Hits: Rolling 5d20: 16 + 3 + 13 + 10 + 11 Dodges: Rolling 5d20: 3 + 16 + 11 + 18 + 13 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 9 + 20 + 4 + 18 + 19

@Prometheus VS. @Icarus FOR MINOR MAIM
— DEFAULT —

Due to Icarus not responding in time, this fight has defaulted.

@Prometheus HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR MINOR MAIM!

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WOUNDED ROLL

performed on discord by @irish ★

@Icarus is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

@Prometheus Wounded Roll: 5

@Prometheus is 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 6/6/22, and are logged in the wounded log. Once healed, post in Trade & Dice Updates to have your dice returned to normal.

In official wars and raids, fight result timers and posting restrictions are negated. Posting may continue, but the results of this fight cannot be acknowledged ICly until either both challengers have responded, or if 3 days have gone by. Whichever comes first!

@Hazel VS. @Arishem FOR MAJOR MAIM
— DEFAULT —

Due to Arishem not responding in time, this fight has defaulted.

@Hazel HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR MAJOR MAIM!

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WOUNDED ROLL

performed on discord by @irish ★

@Arishem is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

@Hazel Wounded Roll: 2

@Hazel 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 6/20/22, and are logged in the wounded log. Once healed, post in Trade & Dice Updates to have your dice returned to normal.

In official wars and raids, fight result timers and posting restrictions are negated. Posting may continue, but the results of this fight cannot be acknowledged ICly until either both challengers have responded, or if 3 days have gone by. Whichever comes first!

Finnulf changes - turns into someone else. His face shifts and twists and he growls, firm and low and demanding. Emrik stares up at his brother, ears folding back into the tufts of black mane growing around his head and down his neck. For the first time in his life he is scared of Finn.

Because he’s seen that look before, on Erna’s face.

Finn is bigger and stronger, and Emrik doesn’t know how to fight back against his own brother. He doesn’t know how to run, because running is weak. Flight and fight kick in at the same time, making the grey boy freeze as his brother’s forelimbs wrap around him and shove him into the ground on his side, into the mud - mud that gets in his nose and mouth and eyes and for a horrifying instant Emrik can’t breathe. And in that instant, he wakes up.

Emrik begins to thrash, squirming against Finnulf’s grip and flailing his limbs, not even realising his claws are out and grasping, grabbing, doing anything they can to find something to pull him up and break him free from the heavy weight of his brother.

Emrik v @Finnulf
For Dominance
Round I / III
Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 18 + 5 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 1d20: 3

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 19 + 15 + 12 + 20

I'm just a thief in the moonlight

I wanna see what you're made of I need to know you for real I'll strive with you 'til the day breaks I need to know how it feels I'm just a thief in the moonlight I take the healing deceit But you change when they remade me Was blind, but now I see I wanna see what you're made of I need to know you for real I'll strive with you 'til the day breaks I need to know how it feels I'm just a thief in the moonlight I take the healing deceit But you change when they remade me Was blind, but now I see

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@Kazimir VS. @Ilarion FOR MINOR MAIM
— RESULTS —

Kazimir Hits: 2+2+3+3+3+2 Luck = 15
Kazimir Dodges: 0+2+2+2+1 = 7

Ilarion Hits: 4+5+3+4+1+2 Luck = 19
Ilarion Dodges: 2+2+0+1+1 = 6

Kazimir Successful Hits: 9
Ilarion Successful Hits: 12

@Ilarion HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR MINOR MAIM!

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WOUNDED ROLL

performed on discord by @irish ★

@Kazimir is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

@Ilarion Wounded Roll: 3

@Ilarion is 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 6/6/22, and are logged in the wounded log. Once healed, post in Trade & Dice Updates to have your dice returned to normal.

In official wars and raids, fight result timers and posting restrictions are negated. Posting may continue, but the results of this fight cannot be acknowledged ICly until either both challengers have responded, or if 3 days have gone by. Whichever comes first!

change your heart or die ▽ His shoulders hunch and flex as he struggles with Emrik, who begins to writhe underneath him. Finnulf responds with a wet snarl. "What of Vellen?! Do you think he will let you run away?" As the sharpened words, like breathy knives leave his mouth- a raucous slap to the side of his face brings his brother’s claws down his right cheek. Blood springing into rivulets, dripping into Finnulf’s mouth as he yells again. Goaded onward by the pain and adrenaline. "Do you think these swamp fokks will save you from him!?" He snarls, and Emrik’s other paw slams against Finnulf’s chest, hooking into flesh near his collarbone. It smarts, but he can’t think of that now, not directly. But the adrenaline is there like fire everywhere Emrik’s claws pierce through. It was maddening. Finnulf responds by attempting to double down on his forearms, rearing up so that he could attempt to shove back down with all the strength from his upper body to try to shove Emrik’s face back into the muddy waters. To remind him of Vellen’s wrath, of what makes the Sigrun strong. Did Emrik think he could be stronger, to survive his drowning, by running away? No, no, no. Finn could not let that happen. If Vellen didn’t punish Emrik, Jarl Saga surely would (if she lived, anyway). He is beginning to breathe harder now, grunting as he wrestles, his jaws still clenched. He would never really drown his own brother, but in the whirl of fury he knew he would drive the point home if only he could get Emrik to drink this literally godforsaken swamp he loved so much. @Finnulf vs. @Emrik Dominance Round 2 / 3 Hits: Rolling 4d20: 3 + 20 + 11 + 12 Dodges: Rolling 0d20: 20 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 2 + 4 + 20 + 19 + 17

Distantly, over the pounding in his head and the scream of his lungs, he can hear Finn shouting. Beseeching Vellen, demanding Emrik answer for himself. But the grey boy can do little more than struggle, claws grasping still.

For just a split second Finn’s weight leaves him and Emrik’s head breaks free of the muddy water and he tries to suck a breath of air into his lungs and -

Finn slams back down into him, and he goes under, and inhales a lungful of mud and water instead.

Emrik screams inside his own head, his body convulsing in a futile attempt to heave the water back up, fighting him as he attempts to control himself and get out from under his brother, from the water. His back legs kick out, pathetically attempting to dislodge the much bigger Sigrun, all of his strength and remaining fight put into the action.

Emrik v @Finnulf
For Survival Dominance
Round II / III
Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 15 + 16 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 1d20: 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 10 + 6 + 18 + 13

I'm just a thief in the moonlight

I wanna see what you're made of I need to know you for real I'll strive with you 'til the day breaks I need to know how it feels I'm just a thief in the moonlight I take the healing deceit But you change when they remade me Was blind, but now I see I wanna see what you're made of I need to know you for real I'll strive with you 'til the day breaks I need to know how it feels I'm just a thief in the moonlight I take the healing deceit But you change when they remade me Was blind, but now I see

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His prey was not quick enough - did not get enough traction in the muddy ground in order to worm himself away and Harrow's jaws found their mark. It was almost too easy - the yearling yielded and responded so feebly that it would take almost nothing for him to clamp his jaws just a little tighter, to suffocate him, to watch the life bleed from his pink eyes. The strangled call for his mother prompted a fierce snarl from the back of Harrow's throat - nobody would be coming to save him, especially not useless mothers. With a savage shake of his head, Harrow attempted to rag the boy around, to subdue him and ensure that he remained silent. Perhaps he would not kill him, but the urge was strong in him to keep shaking until the breath left the boy completely. Harrow vs. @Scipio Major Maim (TBD) Round 4 / 5 Hits: Rolling 7d20: 1 + 4 + 17 + 13 + 20 + 2 + 16 Dodges: Rolling 4d20: 7 + 8 + 9 + 13 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 10 + 17 + 14 + 20 + 3

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change your heart or die ▽ A few more slaps rake him before they seem to die off. Finnulf tilts his head, the sound of a gurgle from below breaking through the vortex of rage enough to give him pause. Instantly he releases all of his weight, withdrawing his forepaws with a splash and allowing them to fall back to the ground while he peers down at Emrik, willing him to get back up. "Emrik!" He calls, aiming to reach out with his right forepaw underneath his brother’s head, to try to lift it above water if he could. "Em, Er í lagi með þig?" Em, are you okay? It is almost the same tone as when he first approached, but this time the excitement and confusion is replaced with fear. There is still anger, but it parts way for the stronger sentiment: love. His heart races but this time it surges with worry, with dismay. He begins to see what he has done, to realize that Emrik had barely the chance to even resist. It had been so effortless. So quick. To shift into a beast that would see his brother’s head held underneath the mud. "You…" He breathes, panting from exertion as well as from the rising dread. Trying to wet his drying mouth. "You have to come back with me, okay? No more of this." He states, matter of fact, and yet the hope therein is frail, a one-winged animal struggling to take flight. Like a lie unto itself. Muddy water drips down from growing fur on his head, into his face where it mingles with blood. The war rages on around them, but all he can see is his brother and the certainty that he has done something irreparably terrible. @Finnulf vs. @Emrik Dominance Round 3 / 3 Finnulf forfeits the fight

This brown guy tasted like that other brown guy who'd kept her from stealing the Brook and all its ladies. But he was younger, an easier target, and she was super pissed off so she'd win this time right? She snarled as her bulk didn't push him back as far as she'd hoped. As ever she fought with brawn, convinced that force and force and everlasting, relentless force was the key to victory.

She felt pushback on her left shoulderblade, the reverberation of momentum creating a little bruising on its own but mainly making her blooded wounds resound. The slashes on the bulk of that shoulder deepened as the younger enemy pulled his tense jaws away. Blood simpered from her maroon pelt like darker water but on her white toes it showed its crimson truth. She was still too clueless and pained to move her left front limb, even if she had been able to see what was coming. The push and skewer of claws onto the top of her left wrist hit her like a flash of betrayal, like bright white red. Her toes twisted in the mud, taking cuts in the tender skin between them and straining the muscles of the wrist. Her tail briefly stilled, frozen in pain. The rest of her was enraged and wroth, fury not stilling, muscle rippling across her shoulders and haunches. Fangs, whet and angry, attempted to wrest again into the skin of the left neck with the aim to bear weight downward. Where she'd found weakness once, she would try again and again. Ask the butt of that one rhino.

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

@Khal vs Walpurgis
Minor maim (tbd)
2/5

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 8 + 17 + 18 + 20 + 4 + 19 + 5 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 3 + 8 + 16 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 14 + 1 + 8 + 3