+20 (Double EXP) Participate in a raid or war (actively fighting, healing, or helping others)
+10 (Double EXP) Complete a spar or fight

He knew almost immediately that he'd made a mistake. He could only hope Velasco got out of the way before he was slammed into and someone roughly grabbed him by the scruff. God dammit! Listen, he knew he wasn't the biggest guy, but this blur of red and white was massive! And there was someone biting his butt! Not the speckles! ... actually mom made fun of him for the speckles so maybe that was okay. Still, fuck his life.

He couldn't say he wasn't surprised when a familiar pale, scarred form entered his peripheral vision to help him. It wasn't quite the family team up he'd been expecting, but damn if he wouldn't take it. He'd never seen Icefang or his mother lose a fight, so he was now even more determined to not screw up here. If it was his fault they lost out on the little one... Uh uh, not an option.

He bucked his hind legs, kicking out at whoever was behind him like a donkey in an attempt to catch one of their legs or their undersides if he was really lucky. Come on, get off, he thought. Naturally, he was careful to keep his tail tucked between his legs because there were some things back there that he actually preferred to keep in place.

Temero & @Icefang ♔ vs. @Cassandra & @Alexander ♔
For @Novana
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 17 + 3 + 8 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 3 + 1 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 10 + 15 + 1 + 9 + 17 + 13

((Using Melusina's one time boost to luck this round))

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Oh! Their first guest! How exciting!

"Bonswa, madam!" He spun around to see a red lioness, unfamiliar but also seemingly friendly. "De name is—" His introduction was cut short by the arrival of yet another unfamiliar face and unease began to take over at the threatening figure looming above them. Interestingly, he smelled like the woman, but he didn’t exactly look happy to see her.

A party? And we were not invited?

We? He barely had time to react before one of his own—carefully and HAND/PAW SELECTED—refreshments was thrown at his face, ducking just before it made contact. When he straightened back up, he caught sight of the reason for we. A pink woman coming around behind him. Hope you weren’t planning on eloping for long. It became very clear, very quickly, that they were not official invitees from Dio’s friends and family. They didn’t even know who he was, which honestly, was quite rude.

She had a few nasty comments but, as much as he wanted to retort, he was again interrupted, this time by the arrival of his real wife. Attacking. Attacking? "Dio, no! Wait!" Too late. Or maybe not. The young Scillan man—oh, but he didn’t know his name—shoved her away to take up attacking the white lion himself. Just as Heloise was launching herself at the little woman.

It was a true eruption of chaos then. Calls rang out from both sides for allies and they came in what felt like stampedes. He felt sick knowing he was barred from reaching Dio by the fights taking place between them Was she okay? He couldn’t really see around the masses of bodies pouring in through the trees to check on her.

My Zanmi! How lovely to see you again.

His sight filled with the Brook man’s wicked face; the man who poisoned him. The man who left him so incapacitated, he lost an eye. It was ALL. HIS. FAULT. He tried to check on Dio one more time around the man’s shoulder, but it was futile. "I’ve already been dere," he snarled. "And I won’t be back until de ghost queen rules no more." Not until it was back in the control of the family it belonged to. And I ‘ave already told ye: we’re not zanmi anymore!

fight starts here!
The whoosh of air as @Lathan's claws whipped past his neck—just missing as Matti reared back was nothing compared to the pain where his claws struck true against his shoulder. A strange, sticky reside remained where they dug in. More poison. He hoped the effects of this one were slower than the last, but it was already stinging. Not a good sign. His eyes narrowed as he reached out to meet the man in a one-armed, vicious hug. Claws out to try and dig into his shoulder blades. They toppled backwards from the force of the initial lunge, but it didn’t stop him from aiming from every part of the man’s snout with his teeth as they rushed to meet the ground.


@Lathan vs. @Matthieu
for Matthieu’s Imprisonment
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 9 + 5 + 15 + 8 + 3 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 5 + 1 + 3 + 12

Luck:

Rolling 9d20: 10 + 17 + 12 + 1 + 15 + 4 + 8 + 19 + 6

Dice increases:
- Pride Tier 4: Bonus to members participating in fights in their pridelands (doubles the level 1 bonus of their master trade) - +1 luck (bard)

- From Heloise: Medic Sub-Master Perk: Healing expertise keeps all pride-mates in peak physical condition (+1 luck for pride-mates in fights when medic is present, once per character per thread)

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[bard tasks]
+20 Hold a party and invite 2 or more groups, families or prides (NOT DBL EXP)
+10 +20 Witness an event worthy of making history (dbl exp from peregrine)
+10 +20 Participate in a raid or war (actively fighting, healing, or helping others) (dbl exp from peregrine)

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Whomst? Ah, it was @Thella ♔ who had joined him, not that he was sure it was such a great idea. For her to be there, mind, not joining him. That was a great idea. He'd make sure no one messed with her. You see anyone who needs gnawing on, lemme know, he said to her, going to take his cues from her for the moment since he couldn't see anything better to do.

The Savante poured out of the woodwork, including some he hadn't seen in AGES. Like, holy shit, @Dragos was back!? Good for him! Angelo had kind of thought he'd up and pitched off a cliff or something. His jaw ached briefly in an old, phantom pain as memories threatened, but they were swept away when he heard someone scream. The noise drew his attention, and he did a double take as he realized, holy shit again, she was screaming at Dragos.

DAD!?

He chuffed at her urgently, trying to summon her to join Thella and himself where it was safer and also so that he could question her. The fuck, Dragos? Keeping the kiddos a secret eh?

@Elodie

TRIGGER WARNING!
This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of [mild cannibal reference, acts against cubs, murder]


Her ear quivered with a fierce intensity as @Elaine ♔ started to speak, and the Executioner turned her gaze upon the Wolfbron Queen and then Matriarch (@Louve ♔), a storm of emotions swirling within her. A fleeting flick of her tongue caressed her lips, revealing the tension that gripped her heart as she glared at Morrigan. "C'est la sorcière," That is the Witch, she declared, her voice laced with a haunting resonance. "Elle a défié les lois sacrées de la vie et de la mort, arrachant une âme à l'étreinte de la tombe après que la main de Luther l'ait réduite au silence pour toujours. C'est la première fois que je goûte à la guerre sur cette terre impitoyable et, de toutes mes fibres, je sais qu'il est de mon devoir, en tant que bourreau, d'éradiquer ceux qui s'adonnent aux arts sinistres de la sorcellerie. Les corps ne sont pas de simples réceptacles : ils sont sacrés, destinés à nourrir le cycle de l'existence, et ceux qui les violent doivent subir un châtiment." It defied the sacred laws of life and death, snatching a soul from the clutches of the grave after Luther's hand had silenced it forever. This is my first taste of war in this merciless land and, with every fibre of my being, I know that it is my duty as an executioner to eradicate those who indulge in the sinister arts of witchcraft. Bodies are not mere receptacles: they are sacred, destined to nourish the cycle of existence, and those who violate them must suffer punishment. The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, ripe with implication.

"Les Sigrun plongent leurs jeunes enfants dans les profondeurs de la mer pour les noyer, mais nous sommes vilipendés pour avoir consommé les morts après qu'ils aient quitté ce monde. Je ne peux pas rester sans rien faire et accepter la violence contre de jeunes enfants qui ne peuvent pas se défendre - il doit y avoir une cause, une vraie raison." The Sigrun plunge their young children into the depths of the sea to drown them, but we are vilified for consuming the dead after they have left this world. I cannot stand by and accept violence against young children who cannot defend themselves - there must be a cause, a real reason. Miaran's horrifying act of taking her own children's lives was not an anomaly within the Mob; often, frail bloodlines flicker out before reaching their first birthday, or are mercilessly snuffed out in brutal death matches orchestrated by their own siblings. But it was the unspeakable act of slaying her own mother, an Elder revered in our community, that sealed her fate and cast her into the shadows of exile.

"Je suis un ennemi parmi les membres du Sommet, un ennemi juré de Scilla et de tous ceux qui osent l'appeler sa famille. Même sans mon alliance avec Luther, je suis déjà condamné. Alexandre et les Hollows, Reti et Lorien, tous m'ont tourné le dos, rejetés par les choix monstrueux d'Aphrodite. Je ne fais confiance à aucun homme, pas même à un cheveu. Tout ce que je désire, c'est la tête coupée de la sorcière," I stand as an enemy among those in the Summit, a sworn enemy to Scilla and all who would dare to call her kin. Even without my alliance with Luther, I am already condemned. Alexander and the Hollows, Reti with Lorien—they have all turned their backs on me, cast away by the monstrous choices of Aphrodite. I harbor no trust for any man, not even a hair's breadth. All I desire is the Witch's severed head, the venom in her voice dripped like poison. The decree was made; the judgment laid bare. "Ce que j'attends de Wolfbron n'est qu'un simple appel : prêtez votre force pour protéger mon peuple. Je vous en supplie." What I beseech from Wolfbron is but a simple plea: lend your strength to protect my people. I beg you to do so.

This was not the path she had envisioned when she vowed to support Luther, her heart heavy under the weight of the bare ranks and the fresh cubs in Caladan. As she surveyed the turmoil surrounding her, each frayed edge of chaos tightened her chest, and her gaze fell upon her devoted members who had gathered here, unwavering in their loyalty. " J'affronterai Luther le moment venu," I will confront Luther when the time comes, she murmured, fierce determination igniting within her. "Je refuse de tendre la main à ses partisans, mais pour Vermeda, j'apporterai mon aide." I refuse to extend my hand to his followers, but for Vermeda, I will aid.

@Avril found herself under assault from another lion, who ruthlessly shoved the Judge aside, creating a rift between the trio of Queens. Miaran narrowed her eyes, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest as she scanned the tumultuous scene, desperately searching for familiar faces among her pride. It was in that chaotic moment that she spotted Haakon, locked in a struggle with Aphrodite.

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With a gentle but urgent nudge of her shoulder against the Matriarch to signal her departure, Miaran burst forth, a bolt of lightning racing toward the Caladan onlookers. She skidded to a halt, every fiber of her being electrified with the need to protect those she loved and cared for. In a voice barely above the roar of the chaos surrounding them, she breathed out a command laced with raw intensity, "Get to safety, go!" The very essence of her spirit surged forth; she would not allow them to be ensnared in this maelstrom of violence. Her claws extended like lethal promises, her fangs bared in fierce defiance as she positioned herself to shield @Khadija and @Rose, determined to keep them safe from this heart-rending battlefield.

@Milano

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With the night shielding her, Kyra had been stalking along the outer edges of the Lagoon attempting to memorize scents of the different prides as an excuse to hide away from her husband. She often told him she was out hunting and it was one of the rare moments she managed to catch a break without him breathing down her neck. Though when the call of war and the cacophony of screams strangled the air she was too curious to turn around and go back home. So, the lioness rolls herself in the dirt attempting to cover up her scent and disguise herself a bit from the prominent markings streaked onto her back. Keeping her ears and head low, Kyra remains towards the outskirts of the massive group fighting, but past the borders. She lingers in the shadows, attempting to remain hidden while observing everything going on and taking note of the various scents assaulting her nostrils. She would do her best to study the factions fighting tonight.

+10+20 Sneak into a pride or group without getting caught
+10+20 Learn something about pride/group/family relations
+10+20 Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters)

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MONZA

Do to his move, she barely missed his limb with only a few scraps made by her fangs against their skin. Only a few droplets of blood escaped her fangs. A grunt left her lips yet she quickly recollected and focused solidly on ripping this man's flesh and giving it to her Luther as tribute.

But first, she had to earn it.

There she aimed to retract her head backwards but his sudden paw swipe managed to hit her muzzle, sending blood flying from her nose from the hard impact. Shaking her head she kept a calculative expression, aiming to read his moves. as he now had exposed his sensible belly she sought it as her chance.

She aimed to lower herself angling her head under his armpit for then attempting to bite and do so hard under his arm pit or anywhere that was on reach.

Monza vs @Xander
for minor maim tba
round 2 of 3
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 19 + 6 + 5 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 13 + 12 + 8 + 15

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 6 + 8 + 11 + 14

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She watched as Temero looked around for her after she tucked herself into the foliage and rolled her eyes. She would have thought he'd gotten used to that by now. Besides, even if he did realize where she'd gone, she didn't want him accidentally giving her away. Except she did just that herself moments later.

Not before watching her son and "mother" get into a heated battle over a cub from the Lagoon, which amused her greatly. Clearly she'd taught him well in that regard. It would cause the most chaos and please Icefang the most when they won. When, not if. She refused to consider an if.

And then her gaze caught on the woman who had made such a bold lunge at the Mire leader, suddenly shunted aside by a member of the Lagoon pride unless the riot of scents misled her. Only then did she slip out of hiding, on the prowl towards the now neglected woman.

Aw, did he take your fun? she cooed with mock sympathy. Why don't you come with me and we can find you some.

And then she lunged, lifting her right front paw in an attempt to sink her claws into the woman's left shoulder. Her claws glinted an off color, betraying the stinging and burning poison coated on them. How much of a distraction it might be remained to be seen, but if nothing else Arcania was pleased with the idea of the potential for annoyance.

Arcania vs. @Diomedeidae
for Imprisonment
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 18 + 7 + 13 + 5 + 6 + 19 + 2 + 15

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 15 + 10 + 9 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 1 + 4 + 12 + 3 + 2 + 13

((Using Melusina's one-time boost to luck this round))

50% chance to non-lethally poison another character (-1 hit/-1 dodge for fight duration, excluding DMs, once per 3 OOC months):

Rolling assassinpoison 1d30: 26
You failed to poison your target! (this perk is now on a 3 OOC month cooldown)

50% chance of using the shadows to your advantage in a fight (+1 to dodge rolls for next round, once per thread):

Rolling assassinshadow 1d30: 23
The shadows have failed to help you.

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She is but a window. A thin veil between worlds, rarely perceived and instead always looked through one way or another. Ever just slightly warped in it's imperfect formation, blow upon the surface and your hot breath will fog it for just a moment and then fade, no longer. Dio is glass. And after all of this, after the sanctity of her wedding is usurped and stolen from her, the glass does shatter. Any hope of peace, of a joyous wedding, is taken from her and swallowed by the beasts of this land who come from both sides of the conflict, by the scavengers who watch. Perhaps later Dio will still be alive as proof to show Maua how their children suffer. She'll count the scars she earns today one by one every night, name them all, greet them as friends. If seven stars are so lucky then surely a million cuts must mean good fortune? Each one a gift from Maua, the most loving and merciless creator.

She has been knocked to the side, out of battle and herself fallen to the ground with a thud. Her head slammed upon the ground with a crack that turns her vision briefly black.

She feels her sight starting to swirl back to her from the brief lapse in consciousness she has suffered. Sprouting from the bloody sands of the beach are jungle trees. Illusions of lions fighting their war in the Rainforest come back to her as the spiritual presence within in her cradles her fractured brain, as it tried to put the pieces back together like some macabre puzzle of mentality. Dio smells the sea and sees the trees of old Firnen. She catches sight of blurry battles and along behind then illusionary blue forms of Talisa and Morrigan walking along the beach, laughing and in love. Her head pounds and inside even the malevolent presence that has often accompanied her feels fear. Dio is dizzy, struggling to even get herself half onto her feet.... mumbling in nonsensical tongues under her breath in an uncontrollable and breathy manner.

Descending upon her is a woman in red. And it's all too easy for her weak to reality mind to turn the vision of Arcania into the lion she saw her father fight, her father murder. Her claws catch and slice into Dio's shoulder from her position on the ground. Cuts one and two, she'll name then Peace and Love. Her left paw twisted around and she aims to roll onto her back so that both of her back legs could begin to kick out and try to shred the vision's side. "Your dead your dead your dead. Send you back. Send you back. Be gone be gone." She says aloud, chanting in strange cadence and calm.

@Arcania ♔ vs. Diomedeidae
for Imprisonment
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 4 + 17 + 3 + 13 + 19 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 10 + 1 + 4 + 7 + 20 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 2 + 1 + 7 + 19 + 20 + 8

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(ATTEMPT TO STAY HIDDEN)

The air was thick with chaos, the haunting screams echoing in the depths of her soul, and the metallic scent of blood clawing at her senses as the lioness slinked into the fray. Adeline had followed the faint, hollow trail of her daughter’s scent to this battleground, where the very earth seemed to tremble beneath the weight of despair. The sounds of struggle echoed in every corner, beckoning her closer.

With a heart pounding like a war drum, she lowered herself into the briny, salt-stung sea, embracing the shadows like a shroud—her only refuge as she bore witness to the tumultuous drama unfolding before her. Here, in the haze of battle, she could see it all: the visceral fury of war, the clashing of wills, the struggle for survival. Faces were a blur, strangers lost in a tide of bloodshed, until her gaze fell upon a familiar figure—her beloved daughter, Avril, locked in a brutal dance with a lion.

In this chaotic symphony, Adeline felt like a mere specter, an ephemeral watcher adrift in a storm of fury. She had no loyalties to claim, no alliances to defend; she was a soul caught in the web of fate, desperate to learn, to understand the price of survival in a world as savage as it was beautiful.


"Double from Peregrine

Sleuth
+20 Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters)

Assassin
+20 Sneak into another pride's territory without getting caught
+20 Successfully stay hidden for the duration of a thread "

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Ooh that had looked like a nasty hit to her head. If Arcania were the kindly sort she might've waited for the woman to catch her bearings. But she wasn't the kindly sort, and so she lunged in without delay.

Mmm, not yet I think, she replied to the woman's odd chanting. As far as she knew she wasn't dead. There are some ghosts here though. Not that she particularly cared, since she didn't know them. Was... was her father out there in the ether somewhere? Would he show up if she called him to watch her?

Look at me father, see what I can do.

The woman's hind claws sliced along her side and Arcania stepped around her so that she was at her front. Come on, no need to fuss, she said, reaching out with a paw and attempting to step on one of Dio's ears. She'd drag her to the Brook by it if she had to.

Arcania vs. @Diomedeidae
for Imprisonment
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 16 + 3 + 17 + 13 + 10 + 5 + 7 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 18 + 12 + 2 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 7 + 15 + 18 + 12

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