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Three fights, three foes, three glorious bouts of ripping and tearing, the undead Queen unleashed in brutal glory. Victory had taken on a different meaning behind the red wall of fire she watched the world around her through. Morrigan was undefeatable in every way that counted, for the truest loss was to let your enemies see the fear behind your eyes. Ripped open and bleeding, jaws slavering with exhausted pink foam, she knew she was undefeatable in every way that counted. They had long assumed her to be the head of the snake. What they had yet to figure out was that if they did cut that head off, two more would grow back. I am immortal in every way that matters, the words she said to Aeistrios echoed in her mind as Miaran's claws tore all the deeper, the muscles of her chest pushing against the straining, exhausted ones of Morrigan's. The Illyrian saw nothing but ruby red vengeance as her jaws would attempt to release her grip only to widen it, aiming this time to rip through that pretty blue eye.

@Morrigan vs. @Miaran
For MAJOR MAIM
part 2: electric boogaloo
Round IV / IV
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 16 + 13 + 14 + 8 + 18 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 2 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 5 + 10 + 4 + 18 + 2 + 19

Barbarian Level 2: Able to take on another opponent after losing a fight (once per thread)
Dice Modifiers: used master perk in previous fight to negate fatigue, wounded roll from bruno occurred after this in timeline
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What the older woman beheld was an incandescent fury, a raw, unfiltered wrath emanating from the Executioner. This was far from mere retribution; it was a declaration, a fierce proclamation meant to rattle Morrigan to her core. It was not just a battle for survival, but a visceral warning of the true extent of the Viper Queen’s power—a grim revelation of what she could unleash upon the lives of those Morrigan held dear: her friends, her family, and the very Witch herself. As Morrigan lunged, fangs bared to seize Miaran's eye, hunger ignited within Miaran.

With an instinctive ferocity, she "attempted" to drive her elongated claws deep into the Witch’s jawbone, "attempting" in her determination to rip apart the snarling visage threatening her existence. She "attempted" to yank, pull, and strain, striving to dislocate the very essence of the menace's jaw before her. Blood gushed from Miaran’s wounds, soaking the sands beneath them, cascading in torrents like a relentless storm—each droplet a testament to the battle—a battle not just for life, but for the very soul of what she believed was law and order.


Miaran vs @Morrigan
Major Maim
Part Two
Round 4 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 12 + 5 + 9 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 15 + 7 + 18 + 16 + 10 + 12

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 5 + 12 + 8 + 1

Fatigue Dice: 5/6/5

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@Helah VS. @Walpurgis FOR DEATH
— RESULTS —

Helah Hits: 6 + 4 + 5 + 5 + 5 + 4 + 5 + 10 luck = 44 hits
Helah Dodges: 2 + 3 + 3 + 3 + 2 + 1 + 2 = 16 dodges

Walpurgis Hits: 3 + 5 + 4 + 2 + 5 + 3 + 4 + 12 luck = 38 hits
Walpurgis Dodges: 0 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 9 dodges

Helah Successful Hits: 35
Walpurgis Successful Hits: 22

HELAH HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR DEATH!

The results of this fight cannot be acknowledged ICly until either both challengers have responded or 3 days have gone by — whichever comes first. Any posts breaking this rule will be removed.

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WOUNDED ROLL

performed on discord by @muuland ★

If Walpurgis lives, she is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

Helah is automatically 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 09/10 and are logged on the character’s profile. Once healed, post in Trade & Dice Updates to have your dice returned to normal.

@Morrigan VS. @Miaran FOR MAJOR MAIM
— RESULTS —

Morrigan Hits: 3 + 3 + 0 + 5 + 10 luck = 21 hits
Morrigan Dodges: 1 + 2 + 1 + 0 = 4 dodges

Miaran Hits: 1 + 2 + 3 + 2 + 6 luck = 14 hits
Miaran Dodges: 1 + 1 + 4 + 4 = 10 dodges

Morrigan Successful Hits: 11
Miaran Successful Hits: 10

MORRIGAN HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR MAJOR MAIM!

The results of this fight cannot be acknowledged ICly until either both challengers have responded or 3 days have gone by — whichever comes first. Any posts breaking this rule will be removed.

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WOUNDED ROLL

performed on discord by @muuland ★

Miaran is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

Morrigan Wounded Roll: 5

Morrigan is WOUNDED!

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**TW FOR HEAVY GORE**

Her breaths are ragged, and gore and blood coat her fur. She is slick with it, her own and her enemies. She can feel where claws and teeth have scored her fur- where they have slashed through her flesh, rending it apart and tearing it. She snaps wildly at the massive female, her jaws splaying in an attempt to get ahold of her and then... There is a moment where her jaws find the juncture of Walpurgis's throat - the place where her artery flows strongly, and blood sprayed into her face, as she reared back, cackling madly. She only looks to her opponent long enough to see her stutter and fall.

**END MAJOR TW for GORE**

Now coated in her enemies blood, the only glance she would spare her is to ensure she no longer breathes. To ensure that last rattle of death leaves her chest, before she would roar her strength and triumph to the sky. Eyes shining with rage, as would seek him out. Gaze lands on @Icefang ♔ and she grins at her- possibly a frightful looking expression as her light gray fur was stained with the blood of the fallen.

Yet, her attention seeks him. She looks for @Harou and when she finds him, she pushes forward, disrespectfully stepping past the body- her jaws open as a snarl leaves her. "You do not command me." She rages at him, her voice loud- claws flexing in the sand. "I cannot be contained." Her jaws close in a snap, as she scorches him with her fiery gaze. "I am a Queen, and I do what the fuck I want." A snarl.

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Blood pushed behind her blackened eye. Blindness spread. Upper cognitive functions, under pressure, gained nothing of lucidity. The advance of clotting death paused within as the throb of her heart squeezed out its last beat. Empty chambers lay unfilled. The grisly muscle within her chest waited for scavengers and carrion crows. Without sight, without sound, she struggled clutching at anger that moved nothing in a darkness that could not be disturbed. Externally she was still. Slack and busted after her throat burst. She sunk ragdoll. Internally the struggle ended. She became as she had been before she was born: a potentiate of anger balanced drunk on a spindle, on which the curtain rose and set.

Credits roll: Turns out Death was a bitch

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The meeting of unstoppable force and immovable object, sway back the other direction, only further proving the equality of the two Queens, the southern and the northern. She feels the Caladan woman's weapons searching for a mark, a weak point to hold and twist that stubborn northern jaw. She wasn't quick enough. Morrigan paid no mind to the tearing of her own flesh as she felt her fangs find their mark, one of them slipping neatly into the socket behind her ocean-blue left eye. Might as well keep on theme right? Especially now that Morrigan herself had her own gaping hole in her face. An eye for and eye might make the whole world blind, but that didn't stop Saga from killing.

The revenant ripped herself backwards, tearing the eye out with it as she did, that unnerving grin returning as her remaining eye glared at @Miaran, a woman whom had cemented her place in Morrigan's list of enemies this day, "The vengeance of the gods is swift," she sneered before rolling the still-intact eye between her teeth for Miaran to see before crushing it and spitting the remains in the general direction she'd last seen @Vermier. It was this moment when she witnessed @Helah as she ended @Walpurgis. Morrigan knew them both, remembered her conversation with Helah after that violet devil had taken the Brook, remembered Walpurgis handing her eldest son his first real defeat.

Experienced and respected warriors murdering each other. More of the same.

Death beget death beget death...

Blackness was beginning to threaten to Illyrian Queen's vision, her wounds beginning to win out over the adrenaline and she stumbled back toward where @Isla ♔ had been.

"Get the fuck out! It's over!"

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The Executioner felt the searing sting, the raw agony of fang sinking deep into her eye. She twisted her head, trying to evade the impending doom, but it was a fleeting hope as @Morrigan ruthlessly plucked the blue-specked orb from its socket. Crimson flowed from the wound, and with her remaining eye, she shot a seething glare at the Witch, Miaran's bloodied fangs bared in defiance as she unsheathed her claws, retreating from Morrigan’s grasp. "Gods do not exist! Only the delusioned voices echoing in your mind!" the Executioner spat, her voice thick with rage.

In that moment, the weight of the War faded into the background; Miaran couldn't care less about the outcomes of battles fought or lost. She shifted her focus to the unfolding chaos where @Helah fought valiantly. The Oasis woman was a force of nature, triumphing over her foe, and Miaran’s breath caught in her throat, tongue teasing her bloodied lips, savoring the thoughts that surged through her. She could hear Helah’s fierce scream ripping through the air, commanding Harou’s attention.

Miaran didn’t flee; instead, she carved a deliberate path away from chaos. Her single eye caught a glimmer of @Icefang ♔ and @Arcania ♔ lingering near the borders, but her heart yearned for Helah’s gaze, hoping to tether herself to the fleeting strength of camaraderie. Fortunately, her journey home was not a long one; with resolve fueling her steps, she turned her back on Scilla, embarking on the slow, determined trek toward the southern borders of Caladan, each footfall a whisper of defiance against the darkness that sought to consume her.

/Exit

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He feels the shame of cowardice soon to wash over him. He knows he shouldn't have hid; he knows he should have done more. Still, he is rewarded with the ability to help, or to at least lead his pride-mate out.

Cathán swivels at the sound of the voice, and he makes quick eye contact with @Kaos. Ah, it was time to leave, now, wasn't it? Swiftly, he pads over to the man, and concern glazes through his crimson stare. “You doing alright?” The boy motions with his tail to start walking and talking. Hopefully, he will be wise to follow; he is all too familiar with leaving with the crowd, but others could not always say the same. It would be important for them to leave this way, lest Kaos wishes to get turned into a puddle of lion.

“C'mon, follow me.”

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Her eyes lock with @Arcania ♔ and when the Sovereign indicates towards the battle with @Helah, the queen gives a curt nod. Fine, she can stay and help see it through. She watches a few of her members shuffle out, blue eyes focusing on @Velasco and @Cassius ♔ still locked into theirs. They seemed to be the only ones outside of @Cressida that she notices. @Miaran faces defeat the second time and she chuffs an encouraging call to the gray woman as she slinks off from @Morrigan with the Summit queen screeching for them to begone. Not yet. She would not leave without dragging her boys from here if she had to.

The battle seems to stop when Helah screams her victory call. Icefang turns her attention to her, watching Walpurgis slump to the sands, body battered and broken. Lifeless. She flashes the woman a smirk, enjoying the crazed and bloodied grin. Then the former Andal queen is in @Harou's face snarling for the rest of them to hear. What wonderful payback she was witnessing. To see the cracks in their kingdom as she condemns her king.

The ivory lioness calls out now to Helah. A siren from the brook. "Leave that viper's kingdom to his ungrateful paws. He does not deserve you!" Her voice is a beckon, the queen smirking as she strides to land next to Arcania's side. The other half who can give Helah what she wants. What she needs. What she deserves. "We will be waiting for you, my dear! Vermeda is open to you always." There she would be free and definitely without a man trying to extinguish and control the beautiful, passionate flames of her soul.

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