(1/2) +5 Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds
(1/2) +5 Observe a fight (luther vs bruno)
He was curious - so curious. He can hear commotion from where he was traveling through the jungle, causing for Vincenzo to change in direction. He hadn’t been in Amaryllis long and had already witnessed two pride challenges. Was this what these lions craved, constant bloodshed and chaos? This was the place his family had decided to settle in? It all felt like a parallel, leaving one plot of land only to find another that was similar to the last. Would there be a war here with his family, too?

Purple eyes stare ahead of him as he move past the Mire’s borders, mind clouded as he padded onward. He doesn’t stop until the smell of many was overwhelming, snapping to attention and finding already two fights happening. The Savante stares with an observational and watchful gaze, noting the beginning of wounds to form with the first strikes. Flashes of him pitted against his own family causes for Vincenzo to tightly close his eyes, shaking his head back and forth slowly a few times. “Get out,” he whispers to himself with a clenched jaw, finally reopening his eyes and now falling hyper aware of his surroundings. He could feel his flesh begin to burn, the hairs along his shoulders and spine to bristle.

He needed to stay in the present and not fall prey to the traumatic memories of his past.

art by spu, table by dee

It seems just as soon as their sister graces them with her presence @Runa is off to attack an innocent bystander. @Emory holds steady at her side and Eris can only focus on the unfamiliar faces gathered, still searching the crowd for @Bruno ♔. @Tai appears, yelling at Runa to heel. To wait for her King's command like the loyal dog that she was. Except Eris knew her sister, reining in that temper would be almost impossible, but perhaps she may see reason. '... you ok?' Comes a voice to her left and Eris' eyes widened at the arrival of @Diomedeidae, did she not know how dangerous this could be? Though still the yearling could not be more grateful for her presence. "I .. yes. Zat is our fazer." She pointed towards Luther then, and hoped that Dio would catch on to Emory being her sibling.

"It iz not safe 'ere." She would say softly to both Dio and Emory, knowing full well that if Bruno called the hounds forward, bloodshed would soon follow. More than what already coated the Mire floor. With the multitude of bodies present Eris only hoped that neither Emory or Dio would get caught up in the fray. She only wanted to keep them safe. However, her engrained loyalty to Luther kept her rooted where she stood, muscles tense as she watches Bruno attack him from behind. It was a sneaky move, but Luther had opened himself up to that possibility by bringing the fight to Bruno, he had home field advantage after all. She swallowed the lump in her throat, wishing for this all to be over with already.

code by flea, art by rabbit

The call comes in the middle of the night and though she should have stayed deep within the Hollows where it was safe, Celestia had never shied away from a little bit of bloodshed. Her own curiosity burned bright, pulling her in as she moved away from her home, further and further until her paws squished in the Mire swampland. She kept her dark frame low to the ground, moving as silently as could be managed as she weaves her way through the trees and underbrush. She would even go so far as sloshing some of the mud and water up onto her fur to help mask the scent of the Hollows that clung to her. Instead, the scent of swamp and mud stuck deep within her hair, coating her completely. Her golden eyes sought the challenger, finding him amongst the growing crowd, being attacked from behind by the King of this place. Celestia would settle in a crook of bushes, keeping herself as low and as small as possible as she watched.

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

Rolling 1d2: 1

 
assassin exp/doubled
+10 - Practice stealth
+20 - Sneak into another pride's territory without getting caught (Ecrosia Mire)
+20 - Successfully stay hidden for the duration of a thread

Lune smiles softly at @Xavier as he approaches. Listening intently to his quiet explanation she felt all the pieces fall into place. This was brother against brother. Something personal. "Ah, une affaire de famille..." she murmured with a small twist of her lips. She knows how those affairs can go. A little smug with her French recall, she feels like her mother would be proud if she could see her right now - not that her mother probably wanted to see her ever again. The flaxen maiden's attention was draw to the gathering party of lions. So many unfamiliar faces, many less friendly than others. As she was observing, everything seemed to melt into utter chaos.

Fights broke out in a flurry of sharp tongues and sharper claws. Lune was grateful to be on the outskirts, from first glance around she had no personal stake in the sparring parties that of the pride challenge or of the two unknown males. The last one she laid eyes on sent her heart straight to her throat at breakneck speed. Faustine. Instinctively, Lune rose to her feet craning her neck to get a better look. She knew that Faustine was more than capable of taking care of herself, but still found that she was holding her breath. Lune forced herself to sit back down, shifting back from the chaotic group. Looking around, Lune made sure that she had her medicine pouch on her. With the way things were going, this was going to be bloody.

It didn't take long for another unknown, at least to her, to step in and stop the fight between Faustine and the other. Lune let go of a sigh of relief before looking around, surveying the other lions. Another's presence, other actions commanded her attention. Ah, so this must be the brother. She raptly watch him fly into the fight with his brother. Lune couldn't deny that there was something thrilling about the whole thing. The grittiness of a fight, the men panting with effort, the grime and dirt and blood, the sheer force of the fight. It tickled the part of her brain that belonged to her father.

Medic Experience
+10 (x2) Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds - Aeistrios v Alaric (1/2)
+10 (x2) Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds - Runa v Faustine (1/2)
+10 (x2) Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds - Luther v Bruno (1/2)

Actions. Thoughts. "Speech."

*a family affair

code by flea, art by irish

Icefang hears Amara’s summons and promptly exits the bluffs, the intoxicating scent of the Mire propelling the ivory lioness forward as she enters the familiar muck. The chaos up ahead draws her in as she finds a couple of the other pride members already there. A wave of jealousy washes over at the primary fight as her blue orbs quickly dart from the pride challenge to the smaller fights that have broken out. Typical pride challenge, although for now it seems like the mess is less chaotic than the last one she had attended. She remains on the sidelines, attempting to appear neutral in the situation as she simply observes those around here. She would not act until provoked or a command was issued. Hopefully another brat didn’t come by and attempt to take the remaining bit of her tail.

"SPEECH!"

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@Renfri VS. @Tinúviel FOR Tinúviel
— Void —

Due to Tinúviel forfeiting, this fight is void.

@Renfri HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR Tinúviel!

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@Runa VS. @Faustine FOR Major Maim
— Void —

Due to @Tai's speedy intervention as Lead Advisor, this fight is now void.

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one by one their allies emerge -- among them the faces of strangers. the mire, a force, and yet with children too young to defend. children that must be defended. small cubs born in this kingdom he had nurtured, this safe place tucked at the edges of amaryllis. a fortress, a sanctuary, a far cry from the rule he had once imagined. bloodless instead of blood soaked, a crown of politics rather than one twisted from the flesh of his enemies.

@Astarte is there, then, and he is grateful for her. the mire had been her home for many moons, bearing witness to her husbands rise and fall, the first breaths of her children. a true friend, and so he lowers his head to speak back to her. "merken sie sich meine worte, Luther wird die frauen nicht gehen lassen. wir müssen kampfbereit sein, falls er sich erheben sollte." mark my words, luther will not let the women leave. we must be ready to fight, if he should rise. it was an easy truth to speak, a knowing as simple as knowing his own self. a long ignored self, true, but a self all the same.

luther would not like to know their similarities; alaric ignores the pain that comes with this thought. how far they had fallen apart, he and his first born.

"if you do not do what is right, sin is crouching at your door; it desires to have you, but you must rule over it"

ah but tonight when sin comes knocking alaric starke answers.

the door swings open and he is face to face with all of his demons; his blood set alight with a familiar kind of fury. for there stands an almost friend, a creature who had rubbed him the wrong way more than once, nevermind their past exchange. alaric had rejoiced to see violarum return to the throne, had thought nothing of the man that disappeared from the plains.

long before aeistrios speaks alaric is turning his way, a scent on the air that trickles in to his nose and turns his blood cold. icy with recognition (for hadn't it lingered, there, where he last caught the scent of his daughter?) before turning so vicuously hot.

"infinitely," he snarled, and he readies himself for the inevitable. readies himself with a tucked chin and a booming growl that ends with a call to arms. "the oasis is our enemy," in a voice that rises above the clamor, a voice meant to be heard by all that have come. the voice of a king. "remove them."

his last thought is of his daughter, the small bundle near his paws. "protect her!" he shouted to whomever was nearest, relieved to see the brown blur of his wife slip in as he lunges forward, ready to met the monster head on.

-- fight begins here --

alaric does not stand still, he does not wait. he gathers himself, his muscles coiling as he presses forward, the remnants of his growl still rumbling in his chest. he thinks nothing as they collide, knowing there will be bruising but too blinded by his rage to pay any mind to the pain. this bastard had come here and attacked him on his own soil -- and damned if he would stand by and take it sitting down.

claws score deeply down his side, across his ribs, and the snarl that tears apart his teeth has them diving out of instinct. he is aiming for the face of the bastard, attempting to clamp down tight across the bridge of his nose. simultaneously he slashes his own claws towards the same side of his attacker, mimicking his attack.

aeistrios may have spilled the first blood, but alaric was determined to spill the most

Alaric vs @Aeistrios for minor major maim
1/4
*change to major ok'd by sava

Hits:

Rolling 9d20: 15 + 14 + 12 + 11 + 18 + 9 + 13 + 20 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 5 + 16 + 17 + 8

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 1 + 12 + 10 + 18 + 15 + 5

*+1 luck roll due to presence of lead scout

*post edit to fix broken italics ok'd by abject

code by corvus

It was over as quickly and quietly as it began. No blood was spilled, but it didn’t make the small victory any less sweet. She had come and taken what she wanted, and now it was time for her to depart before anyone got any ideas of exacting their revenge. Cutting her trip to the Mire this short hadn’t been what she’d intended initially, but she would rather depart on a high note, confident the rest of the details would be relayed to her later. Not much attention had been paid to the cub nestled beneath @Tinúviel, but once she told the girl to run, Renfri lowered her head and fixed her gaze on the girl and spoke to her. Once again keeping her voice low so that no one aide from her and her mother, and possibly Renfri’s own daughters, could hear. “Remember what I said will happen to your sister if you bring me trouble, @Magdalena.” She cooed before righting herself once more. Stepping away from her prize, she looked to her own daughters, part of her wishing they were not there, that she could keep them all tucked away until they were older and more prepared for the world that their parents had created for them. But that was not their life, and she could not shelter them anymore. Any of them. “You are among the enemy. Stay vigilant.” She spoke sharply to both of her girls before glancing back to the newest prisoner of the Oasis. “Come. Aeistrios will bring news of what he does to Alaric when it’s all over.” And with that, she slipped back out, departing over the borders to reunite mother and child back at the Oasis. -EXIT- @Seifrienriosa

Art by Era - Code by Sava

Muscle-streaked limbs devoured the swamp-land beneath her feet, long strides taking the pale-furred girl like a white arrow through the snows of her home. Of her resting place. Long raven hairs flew like a flag behind her as she drew ever nearer to @Faustine's backside until —

"Hey—!"

The Deity heard the voice and then saw @Tai's body come between her and her chartreux target. To stand in her way. Her feet skid in the snow, her face contorted in an ugly snarl at the Ecrosian man. "Wait for your King's command!" Command? "I take no commands from Sterbliche," "Mortals." Her voice - so feminine and yet so full of venom - hissed. "You will learn the cost of standing in my way, child." The eternal girl announced arrogantly, fury interlaced with her booming voice. In unison with her spoken word, she swung her paw with a handfull of rubble & snow, seeking to throw it in @Tai's eyes and obscure his vision. She charged forward, jaws attempting to grab onto any part of the larger boy's face.

If he wanted to stand in the way of her target, then he will be her target.

Runa vs. @Tai
for Minor Maim
Round 1 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 1 + 11 + 16 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 1 + 3 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 7d20: 12 + 16 + 10 + 1 + 5 + 20 + 15

Lead Scout Perk: +1 luck to all pride-mates when fighting on their pride territory (must be present prior to the start of the fight).

coded by flea + art by runandwine