Blood floods his mouth as his teeth sink into her shoulder, and a satisfied grunt leaves his lips at the taste and sensation. Poor nutcase should have stayed hidden away in her den. Safe and protected, now she was faced with the cruel reality that lions like her would always be prey to those who were stronger.

The monster expected her to keep shoving. Her uselessness was astonishing to him and boring. He wanted nothing more than to be done with this fight, to set his sight on prey more interesting than this.

Then a snarl finally erupts beside him and a sharp pain burns through his cheek and face, as her fangs pierce the skin drawing blood to the surface. The monster growls back attempting to tear his cheek free from her jaws while also attempting to swipe at her face with his claws. Blood-stained lips curled into a smile. "Realised daddy won't come for you Loca?" crazy he taunts almost purring as the words leave his lips.

Velasco vs. @Diomedeidae
Minor Maim
Round 3/4
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 19 + 11 + 9 + 2 + 20 + 18 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 3 + 6 + 11 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 11 + 17 + 19 + 9

Velasco X'uekai

code by corvus, art by eightysichs (DA)

Karsus knows he's lost, and it just pisses him off.

In a miscalculated move, @Zaahir ♔ has pinned him to the sands. When his aw comes rushing down towards his face, the hearing beast can't move fast enough. They dig deep into the right side of his face, barely missing his eye. Close enough, however, to make him instinctually shut them as water and blood stung the nerves just behind it. He hisses out a sound of agony, for this was the first time he had ever felt the pain of true wounds.

Mother had always said, pain built character.

Now he would truly, understand what she meant.

In his roll to get away from the claws of the other, it only prolonged the length of these deep wounds. But he scurries, or tries to, from under the weight of the Andal--like a coward with his tail tucked between his legs.

Sersie may not have been a loving caregiver, but he wished her here now. And Nusuri, for all their death-talk, would be a comfort. He finds himself bumping into bodies as he tries to find his allies, but the place is full of strangers and the blood makes it hard to scent exactly who was who. It was true chaos, and it brought a sudden striking feeling in his blood.

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

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code by corvus

Naza felt a wave of dizziness wash over her after the impact. Probably not an intelligent move, but she was going to use every little thing she could to walk away moderately unscathed. Nazara caught the full force of the boy's paw, then. Claws sunk deep into ebony flesh, causing her to actually fall forward in the exertion of his anger. She had to brace herself in the bloodied sands, neck and skull aching in the downswing of his swipe.

But she retaliates, she yanks back and lunges forward again--blood from fresh wounds splattering with her movement. She attempts to feign going for his face, but instead, Naza ducks quick-sharp. She tries with teeth bared, to clamp them down on the boys throat--pushing up from her smaller position to knock him off balance. Her head would pull left, then right, wanting to tear a chunk of flesh from the delicate throat skin of the albino child.

The sad part was, she had left her bones at home. Lest she stab him like she stabbed her brother.


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

Rolling 2d20: 18 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 1 + 11 + 3

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 18 + 1 + 13 + 11

+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

Heathen king. It is all at once less difficult and just as difficult as he'd imagined to hear it spill from her blood-drenched lips, reverberating tones slot perfectly within the orchestra of violence, weaving between the melody of tearing flesh beneath his talons and the beat of a pounding pulse. And yet, despite her seeming mastery of this purloined tongue, perhaps Morrigan misspeaks - for cowards and corpses are destined to be one and the same beneath his claws. "Und was würdest du lieber sein...Hundekönigin?" And which would you rather be...bitch queen? A promise is a promise, after all, its conclusion sealed by the spray of blood that follows in the wake of his wickedly hooked claws ripping free from her skin. The Rike would take this over the foaming froth of ocean spray any day. Yet even without the aid of salt, his neck burns where hair and skin are torn away between the woman's vicious jaws, an inconvenience soothed only by the renewed taste of iron upon his tongue. The Jarl's fangs sink into the arch of her neck no less viciously, a flare of satisfaction igniting within his chest as she yielded to the command of his grip - only to be doused a moment later by the belated realization that it was all too easy. The penny drops. And then his mind goes blank with the white-hot pain that explodes behind his right eye, two broad skulls colliding with a resounding 'crack!' The impact forcefully dislodges his fangs from her neck (though perhaps, not without a grisly souvenir or two caught between his teeth), sending his head reeling back with a pained roar. The twisted grip of claws in his chest is all that keeps his body from following. (Somehow, this seemed familiar too. Or he might think so, if only he had a rational thought left to rattle in his head.) Regardless, the instinct to recoil is quickly burned away by the flames of rage that surge through his blood, urging him forwards. His left forepaw would drop to the ground, planting itself as firmly as it could into the dubiously shifting sands as he sought to shove his chest against hers with all his strength, wishing for nothing more than to upset the delicate balance of their cruel embrace enough to topple her to the ground - even if he must follow behind to manually break her limbs into the bow he so desires, helpful gentleman that he is. To further that end, his aching skull would drop without thought, attempting to shove his crown hard against the right side of Morrigan's throat. Fall. It was only fair that she suffers the same humiliation that she had afflicted upon him so long ago, incomparably pathetic though a tumble here might be. But it would be a step. A promise, to be sworn in her blood. Someday soon, everything the Sigrun's false 'Queen' had ever owned - all that she cherished - would belong to him. Rainer vs. @Morrigan Major Maim Round 3 / 4 Hits: Rolling 6d20: 9 + 1 + 19 + 5 + 12 + 20 Dodges: Rolling 7d20: 1 + 16 + 17 + 3 + 11 + 6 + 13 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 1 + 4 + 7 + 5 + 15

code by shaz | art by eightysichs

Hmmm? Bored already, Mädchen?

The audacious girl is quick to try to withdraw her snapping fangs, but not quick enough. There is something oddly satisfying about the thud! that rings out when Hubert's skull collides against her muzzle, even despite the ringing set loose inside his head in the aftermath, a deep-seated ache already forming behind his eyes. Stars dance before closed eyelids, a detail that seemed practically inconsequential to him in this moment, already half-blinded by the thick flow of blood all but sealing his tattered left eyelid shut.

He only regrets that he cannot see the look of agony that surely must accompany the pained sound that roughly caresses his flattened ears.

She is quick, too, to try to disentangle herself from his person in a flurry of tearing fur and skin alike, but to this, the Starke man has only one answer for his unwanted passenger.

Too late.

They tumble to the sandy ground together, a tangled web of dark and light weaving together in violent shapes until Hubert finally came out on top in a small moment of victory (precisely where a lion of his blood belonged), albeit less gracefully than he would have liked. Yet despite being dragged into the proverbial hot water, the pale warrioress does not allow him even a moment to catch his breath.

A hiss is drawn from Hubert's sneering lips when her talons suddenly drive deeper into his skin, agile limbs thumping against his chest with bruising force before her claws finally caught to tear out chunks of his mahogany-tipped mane as they carved a painful, bloody trail down towards softer skin. The fangs that snap toward his face are well-timed, for her throat is indeed where he seeks to land his vengeful retaliation.

Does he mean to end her? Perhaps. Perhaps not. He knows little beyond than the boiling red that colors his vision in this moment, but he imagines he could care less about whether or not she walked away breathing.

So his right forepaw lashes out in an attempt to strike the column of her neck with unsheathed claws as if he might pin her head back into the sand, his aim made distracted and haphazard by the reflexive movement of his own skull.

Alas, his instinctive urge to tilt his bleeding eye safely away from snarling fangs only serves to put Saga's true target further into her reach, a single canine piercing through the rounded shape of his left ear despite his precautions. That...would leave a mark. Damn it all.

Damn her.

Hubert vs. @Saga
Major Maim
Round 2 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 13 + 9 + 17 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 7d20: 8 + 1 + 14 + 10 + 5 + 17 + 16

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 15 + 3 + 17 + 12

CODE / ART BY Yumpy

s

o forget theories of sorrow / & hellfire & brimstone at the final circle of the earth: / if I must believe in anything, I choose this

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Is that what I taught you? he questions, and Melusina wants to scream yes, and she does not know if she truly believes this all started with him, or if she was simply looking for anything to blame. Melusina knew where the true fault lie—that it was not the wrongdoing of one single person but an amalgamation of all their greed and decisiveness. But @Alaric was here, he was now, and he was the one corporeal thing Melusina had left that she could sink all the blame into.

She keeps @Nikandr in the corner of her eye, watching his fierce battle against the stranger; then, it flits to @Magdalena and @Dominic, the nature of their own quarrel far more agonizing to bear witness. But scarce does she have more than a moment before her father's words pierce through the aching silence, the drawl of battle and shoreline seemingly dissipating into a distant white noise.

I am no ghost. I am your father, Melusina, and you will come home with me.

You are dead, she snarls as he rears back from her attack, I watched you die.

No man should ever have survived such wounds. Whatever God or stroke of divine luck that had resurrected Alaric felt like an insult to a daughter that herself had been born only half-alive. How dare he get a second chance at life when Melusina had barely had a first?

That's enough, he commands, and the gravity of her decisions sink in with a heavy realization. As he rushes forward and seeks to sling his weight across her shoulders, Melusina's eyes clench, her legs struggling to keep from buckling beneath her. Already she can feel the familiar white-hot burning in lungs that struggled to hold her breath, the creak of muscles unused to enduring such ferocity.

And yet, she stood. She held the line.

You're really—going through with this, she seethes between gritted teeth.

But before she can offer him an answer, she hopes to take advantage of whatever minor distraction her words may have caused, and she twists, attempting to duck and roll out of the pressure he applied upon her back. Her father was an experienced fighter, one that she could not hope to win against. But perhaps she could ply her weaknesses into strength, and perhaps the surprise of her sudden lack of presence would be enough to cause him to stumble.

Melusina vs Alaric
for Melusina
ii of iii

Hits:

Rolling 1d20: 11

Dodges:

Rolling 7d20: 19 + 2 + 18 + 14 + 6 + 13 + 12

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 12 + 5 + 6 + 8 + 13 + 18

Art by rabbit, table by cala

@Lathan, @Freja VS. @Colsun, @Heloise FOR Freja
— RESULTS —

Lathan Hits: 2+5+3+5 Luck = 15
Lathan Dodges: 2+3+1 = 6

Freja Hits: 3+1+2+3 Luck = 9
Freja Dodges: 2+1+3 = 6

Lathan/Freja Total Hits: 24
Lathan/Freja Total Dodges: 12

Colsun Hits: 3+4+4+4 Luck = 15
Colsun Dodges: 2+2+3 = 7

Heloise Hits: 3+4+3+4 Luck = 14
Heloise Dodges: 3+2+4 = 9

Colsun/Heloise Total Hits: 29
Colsun/Heloise total Dodges: 16

Lathan and Freja Successful Hits: 8
Colsun and Heloise Successful Hits: 17

Colsun and Heloise HAve WON THE CHALLENGE FOR Freja!

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.

@Astarte VS. @Matthieu FOR major maim
— RESULTS —

Astarte Hits: 7+3+5+5+6 Luck = 26
Astarte Dodges: 2+2+2+0 = 6

Matthieu Hits: 2+1+4+2+8 Luck = 17
Matthieu Dodges: 2+1+2+1 = 6

Astarte Successful Hits: 20
Matthieu Successful Hits: 11

ASTARTE 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 @Zena ★

Matthieu is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

Astarte Wounded Roll: 3

Astarte 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 8/3, and are logged in the wounded log. Once healed, post in Trade & Dice Updates to have your dice returned to normal.

Arcania X'uekai

count my cards, watch them fall
I like the way they all scream

He let go of her, and she had a moment of relief that she wasn't about to have her skull punctured. Though the relief didn't last long as his claws dug into the side of her face, leaving deep furrows that threatened to drip blood in her own eyes. She had intended to keep a grip on his forelimb, but the snarl of pain that left her parted her jaws, and she decided it was best to simply pull her head away at that point.

She reached up with the same paw she'd just dug into his face once more, attempting to smack him across the nose. Her eye on the injured side of her face was squinted in an attempt to keep the blood out of it so she could see properly, which really only had the effect of making it somewhat harder to see anyway.

Oh well, it wasn't like he'd gone too far.

Arcania vs. @Asbjørn
for Minor Maim
Round 4 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 20 + 11 + 9 + 4 + 15 + 5 + 1 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 8 + 3 + 17 + 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 6 + 19 + 17 + 11

code by scorpixia♡︎

TRIGGER WARNING!
This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for graphic descriptions of violence.
Perhaps it is the folly of their wicked traditions but at least for a moment the Rike seemed to fall into her trap. It was long enough for a moment of satisfaction even as his fangs sank deep into scarred flesh, tearing open old wounds beneath thick fur. The crack of bone was familiar, expected, but no less painful than it ever was, a flash in her own skull, dots of black as her head reeled from the impact. She felt her own blood splatter over her sealed shut eye as the force ripped his fangs free, causing her own agonized roar as she staggered slightly.

Enough that when he shifted his full strength she did not have the fortitude to meet it. She felt the ground beginning to tilt beneath them. "Ich war bereits eine Leiche. Die Götter haben mich zurückgeschickt," I have already been a corpse. The Gods sent me back, all she could do was attempt to sink her claws ever deeper into his flesh, aiming for the soft flesh where his limbs met ribs, "Sie werden so etwas nicht für dich tun, Heidenkönig," They will do no such thing for you, Heathen King, and then she would attempt to throw them both to the earth with her full weight dropping behind the effort.

If I fall you fall with me.

@Morrigan vs. @Rainer
For MAJOR MAIM
Round IV / IV
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 18 + 3 + 12 + 20 + 9 + 10 + 7 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 3 + 6 + 15 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 3 + 19 + 12 + 1 + 16 + 10

table coding by ferus