The revenant soldier had fully overtaken the helm of Morrigan's mind, her focus entirely on her place as sword and shield rather than the crown atop her head. She marched with purpose the familiar path to the Mire, the damp autumn earth giving way to softer and softer ground until twisting branches of swamp dwelling tree began to cast shadows through the midday sun.

It was her intention to arrive first, get the Rike King's attention herself if she could before her soldiers arrived to rescue their kin. Morrigan did not stop when she reached the border, the strong scent of the pale beast himself unmistakable as she moved through it toward a nearby muddied clearing. She cared not if his spies lurked in the shadows, for he was very much about to know she was here without the subterfuge.

Sneaking in just wasn't her style.

"@Luther ♔ Rike! Du hast etwas, was ich will, kleiner Junge." You have something I want, little boy. She roared her words the across the territory, so that anyone still seeking to free themselves might hear and make themselves known. But as her call to arms faded, she made no challenge herself. Not yet. Morrigan was leaving herself open for the devil himself, her posture as she waited was one obviously ready, eager even for the bloodshed ahead.

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She literally just wanted her midday nap and now there was drama? She paused with her chin fancifully slack. Should she ignore it as beneath her? The prospect, paired with a return to slumber, tantalized her until reason caught up. They didn't even know her name. Her. Name. How would her pride members despair of her absence if they didn't even know who she was to begin with?

If one was not already famous, one's parting could not hurt.

And so the fluffy pink one huffed herself to her paws and lounged toward the call. Toward the intruder. The trespass didn't offend her, nor the anger. She was slightly miffed that she hadn't been specifically invited and she was sure to twitch her whiskers with pointed, dainty displeasure as she chuffed and spoke. A long, smooth purr, patronizing in a deliberate way to tempt more offense. "Why don't you just go your separate ways?"

Positioning herself, imposing herself, as the put-upon victim; slightly harried, but never unkempt.

It was his Queen he would follow and at his arrival to the Mire- Eskel approached with his head held high. Coming to stand alongside Morrigan he would speak to her. "Would you allow me the honor of keeping this… King busy?” He would rumble- eyes cutting to her, to study @Morrigan. Let me do this for you and Talisa. Though he’d never met the Rike king it was love for Talisa, respect and care for Morrigan and the love of the Summit- that led him to step forward and offer himself.

He would not see Morrigan die again. Did not wish to see her maimed or wounded.

The males reputation had stained the world that Eskel had been content to retire into- the one he’d been happy to just live in the loss of the plum males disappearing act. Now? Though he didn’t know him personally this had become personal- and he would do whatever he could to ensure Morrigan's safety in this moment.

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A reckoning had come. He descended from the mountain on the warpath with the rest of the gathering, allowing the walk to limber his muscles and prepare him for what was to come. He deferentially waited for Morrigan to call out, not knowing what she said but taking it as a sign they were to start. Eskel called for the king to keep him busy, and Seraphiel thought that a wise plan.

I will go once my daughter is beside me, he said to the impetuous girl who approached them on the Mire side. And with that he lifted his head and bellowed a call for his daughter. He hoped she was able to handle bringing any cubs she had if they were too young to manage themselves. Not that he was opposed to going into the depths of the Mire for them, but it would be easier if he didn't have to completely trespass.

Seraphiel vs. ??? for Freedom of @Solanum
0/3

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Glory and fame

Blood is our name

Okay, so maybe it wasn't that great of an idea to begin with. Going somewhere where fights were bound to happen more than in any other situation. Especially not for someone so inexperienced in fighting. But she promised she was going to help and nothing could change her mind.

She'd trailed behind her queen as silently as she possibly could. Sneaking wasn't really an option in her opinion. Not with a coat like her own. With tiny huffs she tried to keep her growing mane out of her face. But those huffs turned into groans and grumbles as soon as her paws touched the dirt of the Mire. Disgusting. By the time she arrived, all she could see at first were the lions she was all too familiar with and she briefly glanced at @Morrigan, giving a soft chuff in greeting. But that was all the striped princess did at first.

Lilac gaze locked onto the only unfamiliar figure, fangs baring in a growl. "No one gives a fuck about what you have to say, pinkie," she snarled at @Toblerone, tail lashing behind her, pointed ears slowly lacing back. "Sit your fat ass down or fuck off." The other lioness was larger than her, but she didn't back down. Instead the girl stood tall and proud next to her queen. Well, as tall as she could at least.

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She heard the call - being that the Basin was within the jungles of the realm. Kireena frowned as she lifted herself from where she had been lounging by the pool of a waterfall, ears tilting towards the source. That was @Morrigan's voice. The large druid lurched to her paws and chuffed a soft warning to those within their home. If they came - it would be likely dangerous - but she wouldn't stop them. The Summit was on friendly terms, and she hoped to keep it that way, to aid where she could.

The giant snatched up a pouch of herbs she'd been drying as she went, then headed towards the source of the fighting. There wasn't a dog in this fight for the Guardian, but she did have friends that would likely be involved. Slowly, she would creep through the brush, her steps light, paws guided by a familiarity with the jungle flora from the time spent living within it. Silently would Kireena settle upon a place to crouch, hiding and watching. So far, it seemed only the members of the Summit had stepped in.

From where she stood, she shifted, enough so that should the dark queen be watching, she would see a red face with pale markings peeking over foliage, a simple silent gesture. She would remain hidden until she was needed.. or until things ended - whichever came first.

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Kireena be the hiding But if you want to find her let me know and we can work some fun stuff out! :D

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Oh? What was this? The call for chaos rang clear into the atmosphere and Aphrodite could not ignore its call. Eager to hear and see who was calling it and why they were creating it. Perhaps she would join in on the fun. To brawl with someone else, to feel the flesh beneath her claws and the iron of the blood on tongue going down her throat, it was like wine to her senses, getting her high on the adrenaline. It was clear that whomever called for this fight - this battle - was not here to fuck around and meant business. Now that was something that Aphrodite could understand and respect. Which only caused the black lioness to follow the growing scents across the Mire's borders knowing damn well that she was risking getting caught and having to fight for her very freedom if she didn't like the Mire as a home. But it was a risk she was willing to take as she found the muddied clearing and those gathered. Her purple jewels sparkling with a fire that was ready to be ignited and burn brighter than before.

+5 Observe a fight (barbarian)
+5 Gather information about a character (maybe? Assassin)

My secret side I keep hid under lock and key I keep it caged but I can't control it 'Cause if I let him out he'll tear me up, break me down Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end? I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin I must confess that I feel like a monster I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun

I MUST CONFESS THAT I FEEL LIKE A MONSTER

Ciara had been deprived of food, she wasn't allowed to eat from the caches and that had forced her to eat whatever she could kill inside the pride lands. Luckily her medic skills were enough to heal her previous fight wounds. But she was weakened on partially on her bones from not eating well enough. Her brother proved to be a damn asshole.

But she heard words, voices of revolution. Someone had come to save them. Was that right? Slowly she made her way to the borders, finding lions. Strangers. But to be honest this was better than being here. Anything even death was more welcoming than Luther's cruelty.

Wanting to use the stranger's distraction on her advantage she went to run towards the borders. She was fucking going to try leaving once again. This place was not sweet home anymore. Luther and his followers and simps could all go to hell.

Ciara is trying to escape

Ciara vs ???
Escape EM

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Damn, Morrigan had some big bodyguards. Not that she was intimidated. Impressed, maybe. Jealous, definitely. She was larger and fluffier than Miss Immortal so why didn't she get to be Queen of the Universe? The first one @Eskel she only stared at, sidelong, though a sudden stoicitude suggested suppressed emotions. The second one @Seraphiel spoke and he had a weakness, an angle, which she was quick to dig into with a little grin and a stomp of her footy foot. "Is she going to need a walker too?" Toblerone pictured his daughter as one of those old, haggard lionesses who were stubbornly clinging to not-retiring, and indistinguishable from a true elder. Not that she ever much cared to look. Old was old. After eternal youth, what else mattered?

Ah, indeed, the sharp tongue of youth @Valka. Claws tightened and her grin submerged behind her lips, though they were no less gleaming in dangerous black leather. "But you care enough to give me a nickname? Don't be so contradictory, dear - at least not until you're good enough to get away with it." Lips bubbled in a childish pout then broke into more fangs, freely laughing. Luther should hurry up and get here. She liked being the sole spotlight but not, perhaps, the fact that the audience had knives. And yet this fact, so certain and dangerous, also seemed so light and meaningless. She would float away anyway. She would survive, triumphant, or dissolve into mist.

There were many eyes around like swarming bugs, and yet one sudden rustle that said opportunity. Not her opportunity. Someone else's opportunity. A patch of shadow making a run for it. Nobody would be trying to run unless they were trying to escape and escape was a very, very bad thing. Luther would be angry, she wondered. Or would he? If she was Luther, she would be angry at prisoners swarming off every time something in their environment was disturbed, like grubs writhing under a kicked rock. She turned, narrowed her eyes, pinpointed the target. Looked back to the intruders just to gloat. "Sorry to leave you waiting but I've got a pain to catch."

Prisoners... they sucked. Could they not beg or bargain for release... send their pleas to her? She could be merciful after she got all this rage out of her system. Speaking of rage: speaking of battle, speaking of the influx of breath as she lunged gasping to accelerate her lankiness. Fangs reached to try to catch around a hind paw of the fleeing lioness @Ciara. Her brows wrinkled, already frustrated. What if she got dirt in her face?

@Ciara vs @Toblerone
preventing Ciara's escape
1/3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 19 + 18 + 8 + 15 + 13 + 1 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 15 + 13 + 8 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 4 + 19 + 20 + 9

Einar has not crossed the border into EM territory. Please inquire about any fighting with me as Einar is not inclined to battle.


Einar debated in the form of pacing about whether or not he would follow after Morrigan and the others. He was nervous and worried for them but also for a small lioness he had befriended by the lake. He was supposed to see her again for more herb gathering, but she didn’t show. She had smelled like the Mire he was pretty sure, even if just a little. Eventually, he gave a little stomp of his foot in determination and filled up his herb pouches to take care of wounds and adorned his neck and hips with them.

He followed after the others, but hesitated at the border. He was a medic and wasn’t one to throw his claws around. He heard Morrigan call for anyone who wanted to be free and so Einar follows up with MEL!! He shouted into the swamp, hoping she would find him. Or that someone else (@Zahra ?) would be willing to battle for her freedom if she was indeed stuck.

@Melusina

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