TASKS (PALADIN): 5xp - Observe a fight (Cassius vs Isla) (1/2)
5xp - Observe a fight (Zaahir vs Karsus) (1/2)
5xp - Observe a fight (Icefang vs Cassandra) (1/2)

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He didn't know much about the Lagoon. Or their standing with the Plains, for that matter. As a dutiful member of Lorien, Ilarion felt obligated to be here - to gather information, if needed. Trespassing as a member of another pride was a little risky, but he felt it was one worth taking when there was such a high presence of other lions here. This wasn't just a normal pride challenge - not according to the amount of fighting that was going on here. He scanned the audience for any familiar faces, or scents; it was hard to tell amongst all the chaos. On high alert, the Paladin would move towards one of the quieter seeming sections of audience, content to linger toward the back as long as he could keep one eye on proceedings that were happening closer to the center. He would stick around to find out who won, and then leave as soon as he was able. A clean entry and exit, or so he would hope.

ART BY RABBIT, CODE BY DEE

Oh, she didn't like this at all! Some healers would see this as a good opportunity to gather intel, confer with other medics and gain some useful experience, but to young Juno all she could focus on was just how miserable this whole situation seemed to be. Very rarely would you see happy faces in the audience of challenges like this, but everyone here seemed either angry, frightened or apathetic. It was rather depressing, and as the little medic sidled along in the wake of some new arrivals - hoping that their scents and presence would distract from her own, as she knew full well she was in pride territory at this point - she would hunker down in the audience and wait to see who would end up needing treatment first. All the shouting, and screeching... she couldn't let it distract her, even though it grated at her nerves and left her feeling a little vulnerable. Quietly, she scanned the audience, wondering if she'd be able to make out any familiar faces in the crowd.

as she falls to the ground, her breath expels through her clenched teeth in a winded huff. the weight above her does little to help her catch her breath. brighid stares up at the mismatched eyes of her opponent, but in a flash, sable is lunging in much too close for her throat. brighid's eyes widen and she gasps, a sound that is much too dainty, near panicked from the vicious once queen. in sable's place she can see her would-be killer, the assailant that had thrown her crown from her head and buried his teeth in her throat in her homelands.

brighid lets go of the paw that she sought to wrench and break bones in to better protect her neck. she writhes beneath the darker woman, angling so that teeth score along her jawline though it is still far too close for comfort. the hot blood runs in rivulets down her throat and the pain sings through the entirety of her body. she has to get up, her position far too vulnerable, and brighid kicks upward with her hindlegs in an attempt to rake and lacerate sable's delicate underbelly or whatever she could reach and shove her away.

brighid vs. @Sable
minor maim
Round 4 of 4
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 5 + 17 + 3 + 7 + 6 + 8 + 16 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 4 + 7 + 9 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 9 + 3 + 19 + 1

brighid is on the side of scilla and its allies!

art by ryuu, code by javs

the molten rage lighting up her veins has been there for too long, bubbling, burning, hissing. it rises now, hot and bitter and too fast to be stopped. magdalena wants so badly not to fight melusina, she wants to let the words roll off her back, to let her sister believe that this icefang is the only reason she is strong now. her firey amber gaze rips over the battlefield for a suitable enemy until she hears the challenge and the words spat at their father.

magdalena whirls.

her fury has found its first target. "who can coddle you when you're never fucking around, @Melusina?!" a screech meant to pierce through the loud noise of battles raging all around. magdalena had found her wandering weeks after she had disappeared from the mire as children - had barely brought her back to the mire before she had disappeared again to god knows where. magdalena, she was sure alaric and rohan too, had torn the valley apart in search of her. and then seeing her again that day in the mire... for a minute, magdalena had thought their family could be whole again even in the face of such a great loss. only for her to slip away like a phantom again. what a fucking fool magdalena had been. "you are just as bad as our mother was." she seethes, hackles rising. gone, gone always fucking gone. at least their mother had given them the kindness of a permanent absence, no head whipping around at every lilac pelt, no breathless chase behind each too-small figure in the shadows. magdalena advances on them both, paws pounding with each step and claws cutting into the ground.

the way that she has turned back towards her father and sister melusina, dominic's head bumps squarely into her chest. because she walks unaware into it so fast, it knocks the wind from her lungs, might even bloom into a bruise later on. the realization that it is him standing between her and melusina hits her like ice water. how much had she put aside? how much had magdalena sacrificed for a sister that seemed to be throwing it all in their faces. magdalena had allowed her grief to consume her, and for what? "dominic, get out of the way." this was not his fight, but he had said it himself - he was melusina's protector. magdalena momentarily forces a lid over her eruption, only until dominic is no longer in the direct line of fire. her control over it is tenuous at best.

she attempts to move towards his right side, trying to shoulder past him and continue stalking towards the fight taking place behind him.

she would see how strong melusina had become.

magdalena vs @Dominic
I of IV
for major maim (tba)

hits:

Rolling 6d20: 13 + 7 + 4 + 11 + 9 + 19

dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 6 + 7 + 8 + 9 + 12 + 5

luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 1 + 8 + 6 + 17

+1 hit dice due to pride Tier 4 status - "Tier 4: Bonus to members participating in fights in their pridelands (doubles the level 1 bonus of their master trade)."

coding by daanyen | art by yumpy

Her body shudders as Velasco's claws etch into her right cheek and curl down around the cusp of her lower jaw before slipping out of her dark night sky fur. In her delusion she still sees Aquila Valour there but unlike the last vision Dio can feel this one. This one can interact with her. I can stop him from killing her... She thinks - utterly lost to reality and the fact this lion she fought was not her father.

She tucks her shoulders a little and aims a firm shove at the center of Velasco's chest in another attempt to further push his body around. Push him away from the bulk of lions fighting and the sounds of battle that drives her disillusions and places her mind back in that jungle scene. "You don't have to do this Dad... Let me stop you."


Diomedeidae vs @Velasco
Minor Maim
Round: 2 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 20 + 18 + 15 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 6 + 9 + 12 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 15 + 3 + 17 + 20 + 19 + 13

ART BY RABBIT , CODE BY LARS

Karsus was green. His own expertise came from hunting down faun in the wild and sacrificing them just to see their life drain. The caked blood on his skin gave him more comfort than even his mother could....and she gave none.

He lets himself get far too distracted with a sense of adrenaline and ecstasy at the sensation of sinking claw and tooth into someone else, that he feels himself topple over. But Karsus doesn't relent, he lets himself hold tighter in an attempt to bring the reddish lion down with him. Let them roll in the sand like idiots, Karsus didn't give a rats ass.

In fact, the yearling lets his back hit the sand as his hind legs buck upward in an attempt to gut the Andal in the process. His own claws try to remain buried deep as he tries his best to writhe--attempting to snap his jaws back towards the head of his opponent. He didn't much care where he struck just that he hoped he did--and that he'd be blessed with the taste of foulblood again.



@Karsus vs @Zaahir ♔
Minor Maim -- cool ass scar
Round: 3 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 1 + 2 + 18 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 1d20: 16

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 3 + 7 + 10 + 8

They will say I have shed innocent blood, but what is blood for if not for shedding?

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code by corvus

Jiera was ready for this. She had spent days preparing her stores, making sure that she had the freshest plants and herbs to use for injuries that would surely come from the war. She even had her hide satchel stuffed with things to use immediately, which was shimmied over her head and placed snuggly on the side of foreleg. She follows the trail @Gauthier sets out, keeping her wits about her and defenses raised. Jiera knew that in war times everyone was fair game, even the healers.

So she stays close to the borders, not wanting to trespass but knowing she had to stay close enough to watch the Firnen lions - as well a their allies - to see where the wounds were the worst and where she would be needed the most. Her eyes drink in the multiple fights, trying to pluck friend from foe, inhaling a deep breath to calm her nerves. Then she sees it, one of their own seemingly going for an ally. Her brows knit together in confusion, trying to figure out what was going on.


(1/2)+5 Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds (isla vs cassius)
(1/2)+5 Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds (cassandra vs icefang)
(1/2)+5 Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds (astarte vs matthieu)

ART BY 86, CODE BY DEE, MODIFIED BY GUNNER

The frey is hard to keep track of. The bodies undulate and topple, like waves in the sea. She is enthralled by the scene in front of her, and the voices in her head excite her with their wailing. Black eyes watch her brother engage with an enemy, a wicked smirk pulling back along khol lips. Herein lies her mistake, however, as her attention is not at the boy who comes barrelling at her from the side. The princess has only a second to react before she is toppled, and in doing so is able to at least mitigate the damage she receives.

Knocked off balance she is, but not fully down, it would take a moment to get her bearings right. But before she can, the witchling is struck across the side of her face with a set of claws. A hiss escapes her, rage boils deep in her chest at this insult. Blood begins to pool in new divets on her left cheek, just below her left eye. She turns sharply to face her new opponent, ready to strike in full.

Do they not know who she is?

Or maybe, that was exactly the problem. They understood who and what she was.

Without much thought she swipes back at the pale boy trying to catch him in the face, then let's her hind legs propel her forward--clumsily as she still is somewhat dazed-- to try to wrap paws around his head, teeth seeking to clamp down right around his eye sockets. What had been that old saying? An eye for an eye?

Well, the cheek was close enough to an eye. He had pretty ones she would most enjoy destroying.

Her head jerks swiftly the right then, trying her hardest to tear something from the boy's skull as she lets her weight drop suddenly, attempting to make it harder to escape the embrace without losing something in the process.

Let's see that pale fur stained, shall we?

@Nazara vs. @Everick
Minor Maim
Round: 1 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 2d20: 12 + 1

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 3 + 8 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 2 + 4 + 11 + 20

+10 Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group (Onto Cassandra--complete)
+10 Participate in a raid or war (actively fighting, healing, or helping others) (ongoing)
+5 Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds

I could burn your motherfuckin’ village to the ground—

I could crack your skull between these motherfuckin’ thighs—I could doom your lineage with one look from these eyes! I could name the date in which they’ll put you in the ground—you’re the one who said its justice watchin’ witches drown!

code by corvus art by Drifty

War drums echoed in her ears, the Firnen Princess following closely behind her father. She was ready for whatever it would be that Mélisande and her pride would be walking into, and she was ready to bleed - both herself and her enemy. The yearling moved with a quickness, and soon they were at the Lagoon borders. She would push past them just as @Gauthier does, ember eyes taking in the fights that were raging on at all sides. It made her heart beat a little faster, the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

As she turns her head she notices something peculiar. One was spewing words out at others that fought, and from what she could hear, this one sounded like they were on the opposing side. So Mélisande reacts, pushing off hind legs and barreling toward the ebony figure of the other yearling. But soon she is skidding to a halt as another from their pride goes for her, causing for the Princess to release a frustrated snarl. That was hers to sink tooth an claw into!

So, instead, she would growl and make her way back toward her father, now watching the other fights while trying to find one of her own.

(1/2)+5 Observe a fight (isla vs cassius)
(1/2)+5 Observe a fight (cassandra vs icefang)
(1/2)+5 Observe a fight (astarte vs matthieu)

ART BY MOOGLE, CODE BY LARS, MODIFIED BY GUNNER

Hellfire and Holy Water

Vukasin had heard the challenging roar and the one calling for allies - a call for them. It was time to help where needed, and the young Viking was more than ready to oblige. Colossal form moves with a swiftness as he follows the rest of the pride members that were going to go join in on the fray, his muscles tightening with anticipation. Although he hasn't been in any true fights, Vukasin had watched his father and King fight, learning moves that would help a lion of his size as well as learning what things to avoid. He was ready - he knew he was ready.

It doesn't take them long to get to Scilla, crossing over the invisible boundary that separates the pride from neutral land. Instead of following where Arkyn goes, Vukasin takes his own route, prowling and eying those that were there, trying to find a target to pummel while he occasionally looked at all the other fights that were raging on.

Vukasin is open for anything up to minor maim!

(1/2)+5 Observe a fight (isla vs cassius)
(1/2)+5 Observe a fight (cassandra vs icefang)
(1/2)+5 Observe a fight (astarte vs matthieu)

code by cala & art by drifty