RETURN OF THE MIST

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A shadow darkened the mist around them. Their squabbling stopped and both looked up into the form of a large cat (@Archesia) coming straight for them. The split from around the treasure and, true to sibling form, sought each other out immediately. Their wings running over the other's body for signs of harm. You'll have to fight her for it I guess! They shouted in near unison to the group and snarled at @Teuta. Well there goes any help from them... The quickly fled away into the mist.

As they took into flight their wings swirled the mist around their feathers. In their wake the mist did not immediately reform and the group would get a view of some very clear footprints. Fresh enough the waves had not washed them away... and at the end of them a lion.

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RESULTS
Searchers: @Calhoun @Opeia @Archesia @Teuta
Dice Sum Needed For Success: 48
Final Dice Sum:64

Success!

The search party has managed to successfully locate a lost lion!

A random roll has been conducted to determine whether or not they have located who they were originally searching for, or if they have found someone else by chance.

Locator Roll: Random Lion
Found Lion: @Grit

pixel credit to strobelast

in the beginning...

...the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep.

      So it was that the cub stepped free of the mist, a swirl of feathers and fog in to, changed.
      Limbs had grown thicker, longer. Claws extended well past the paws. Upper canine teeth protruded well below the upper lip. Ears, pointed, were solid and laid back further than before. Mane was now stiff and taller, a clear mohawk that was just beginning to tilt forward. Weight had been gained, all muscle as the fat of youth was falling away. It was clear from the moment she appeared that things were not the same. There was a harder edge to her, now. A je ne sais quoi that hinted at an inner change that matched the outer. Yet there was... more. A faint aura of darkness. Or perhaps that was just the silhouette she left behind in the mist.
      At first, pale eyes stared without comprehension at the group before them. Then they lit with recognition. Then shone with equal parts relief and joy. This was not just another vision forced upon her. This was real. They were real. They were here. And they had found her. With nary a sound the adolescent launched herself forward, eating the ground in her newly lengthened stride. No longer would she be tormented by the alien-yet-familiar things in the mist. No longer would she hear her mother's voice but be unable to find her. She was free.
      Only the force behind the mist could say whether it was by chance or by design that she appeared in perfect location so as to leap atop the gem that Archesia so sought. As it was, their bodies collided with a thick thud of flesh and bone. Air was pushed from her lungs, her diaphragm spasming from the impact to ensure no breath could be drawn in. The suddenness of it sent the still-tender mind back to the shadows. Twisting in the air, the adolescent landed on her paws, and lunged toward the gold lioness in savage silence. Jaws opened wide, aimed to catch any flesh available. Then they clamped down tight, attempting to hold firmly anything that might have been caught. Claws extended their horrific length to try to slide beneath skin and curl for grip. It was a reckless toss of her entire weight toward her perceived enemy, all weapons out. A full assault.
      What a great way to greet the crew who'd searched long and hard to rescue her from the mist. If only she wasn't blinded by the terrors the fog had inflicted upon her. Oh well. Surely it would be temporary... right?

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words. 431
tags. @Teuta, @Calhoun, @Archesia, @Opeia
notes. welp. feel free to dog pile on her to calm her shit xD

september y7 ≠ grimoire's labyrinth, neutral lands
7 months old ≠ galloway crew boatswain
barbarian lvl 0 ≠ paladin lvl 0
wounded ≠ fatigued
H4 ≠ D0 ≠ L5

Grit vs Archesia
for omfl wtf idefk (dominance)
round 1/3

Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 14 + 1 + 11 + 2

Dodges: 0
Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 6 + 8 + 19 + 15

code by corvus

Archesia was far too distracted by the cold sureness of the gem beneath her paw to be aware of the changes that unfurled around her. She knew that the strange, flighted creatures dispersed with a ruckus, but beyond that she had tunnel vision. That was until she was seemingly attacked. Grit seemed to materialise out of thin air, plunging herself into a violent endeavour for the treasure. Tough luck kid. Archesia was never truly worried for Grit, she felt, by some way or another, that the child would reappear. The mist could not want such a gristly, salty and rambunctious meal after all. Calypso may not have been so lucky. She tasted too sweet. The cub's jaws find purchase against the lionesses left cheek, her jaws sinking into either side of her neck - drawing blood almost immediately, ruthlessly. Archesia retaliated, trying to keep her paw firmly on the prize, she attempted to clasp her jaws around the base of Grit's ruffled neck. She did not attempt to tear away vital flesh, but she was more than willing to try and cause a delay in blood flow. This gem was hers. Archesia vs. @Grit Round 1 of 3 - Treasure (Dominance) Hits: Rolling 4d20: 19 + 18 + 12 + 2 Dodges: Rolling 8d20: 5 + 17 + 1 + 10 + 11 + 9 + 16 + 12 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 15 + 17 + 2 + 16 + 20

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The birds vanish, but they are forgotten almost instantaneously. The strange mist isn't done with them yet today, and it bellows and swells like a storm, prompting a quiver of the captain's muzzle. A figure lingers there when it dissipates, and before Calhoun can quite make sense of who it is, the girl is crashing (he doesn't think intentionally) into @Archesia; he snarls, ears slapping back against his skull as he tries to make sense of exactly what's happening.

Bigger, more muscled, grown — but he knows her. As certainly as he would know Calypso, he knows @Grit, and Calhoun's aggression subsides into a strange mixture of confusion and relief. It does not, however, slow him from inserting himself into fray, and he leaps forth with a sense of purpose.

"Grit!" he exclaims, attempting to bully his way (lovingly) into the girl, trying to quite forcibly bulldoze her off of Archesia, attempting to shove his chest into the teenager's left shoulder. His right foreleg swings high, trying to curl around her torso with the intent of pulling her against his chest — even if it's kicking and screaming.

archesia & calhoun vs grit for dominance/interference
move one of three

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 8 + 12 + 18 + 15 + 17 + 16 + 10 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 9 + 12 + 17

Luck:

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

BRING ON THE STORM BRING ON THE TIDE

table by sentinel / art

invite the wild in

The birds suddenly startle with the lioness' approach and take to the air. The mist swirls at the beating of their wings. Her hunt over before it had even begin, the pale dragonling's disappointment blooms. She turns away, glancing into the mist, missing the flash of a taller, lankier shadow. Grit explodes from the mist, her body a flash. It is not the sound that draw's Opeia's attention back, but a fan of sand that sprays out across her peripheral vision. The child's head snaps up and she snaps her poison berry gaze toward the scattering sand. There are two of her crewmates locked into battle. Yet not just that, one is Grit! Yet the teenager is upon Archesia and blood salts the air. In the silence of the dragonling's world, their fight is almost a dance - the growls absent, the grunts, the scrape of sand all lost.

Then the Captain joins in. Opeia's father seeks to scoop the Grit up and his daughter's lips twist as the other teenager fights. It takes only a moment for Pei's short limbs to cover the distance and she is there, diving into the fray of teeth and claws. The child lunges for Grit, seeking to grab at her tail, to pull her back from where she fights Archesia.
@Opeia @Calhoun @Archesia vs. @Grit
Dominance
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 0d20: 17

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 19 + 10 + 18 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 14 + 18 + 3 + 13

@Archesia, @Calhoun, @Opeia VS. @Grit FOR doMinance
— DEFAULT —

Due to Opeia editing their post without permission, they have defaulted from the fight. The other participants can continue.

in the beginning...

...the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep.

      Over-long fangs pierced flesh along the lioness's neck, normal lower canines grasping 'round the other side. The hold was tight, muscles in the adolescent's jaws screwing down hard. She was confused. She didn't see reality at the moment. She saw only the apparitions that the mist had tormented her with. Felt only the adrenaline surge in her body. And so she ground her teeth, trying to saw them back and forth, for any damage she could do. She had no idea that, while a young one can cause damage, it would never truly be devastating. It didn't matter, anyway. The only thing that mattered was fighting for her survival.
      There was a shouted word that registered in the far rear of her mind. It was familiar. In both content and tone. Who was it? What had they said? She couldn't think clearly enough to figure it out. Then there was a massive weight against her left shoulder, wrenching her mouth off and away from the lioness's flesh. Her body slammed into the hard stone of the cave wall--how interesting... she didn't know she was in a cave until just then--and her head cracked painfully on the unforgiving surface. She was stunned from the blow and reeled long enough for her second assailant to get his desired grip and yank her into him.
      Seeing stars, she could only lash out, wild and without much coordination, with her forepaws, hoping her claws would sink into any flesh available. There was no understanding that this was her captain. That the lioness was her crewmate. She knew only the great rush of blood in her ears and the rapid march of her heart. It was very, very, likely that her claws would only swipe through mane and nothing else--the captain had quite a beautiful, full, and thick, mane, mind you--but she couldn't rationalize enough to try to bite his leg.

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words. 316
tags. @Calhoun, @Archesia
notes. sorry this took so long and it's so poop q.q

Grit vs Archesia & Calhoun
for omfl wtf idefk (dominance)
round 2/3

Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 2 + 17 + 7 + 13

Dodges: 0
Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 2 + 20 + 14 + 6

code by corvus

The youngster sinks her teeth into her neck, the pain of pierced flesh causing a vague wince amidst the thrummed growls of her breast. She would later come to ponder the likelihood that Grit had been changed by the mist, but in that moment all Archesia knew was that the kid thought she could steal what wasn't hers. That would not be happening today. There was little to pry Archie from her treasure. When she was enslaved for her knowledge of kingly secrets, the jewels she discovered were always pulled forcefully from her with relentless violence. Perhaps, the woman is channeling these memories as her unoccupied paw attempts to lift and whack Grit in the face. Soon enough however, there is a painful tug at flesh and a sudden absence of Grit's closeness. Archesia & @Calhoun vs. @Grit Round 2 of 3 - Treasure (Dominance) Hits: Rolling 4d20: 12 + 6 + 5 + 15 Dodges: Rolling 8d20: 16 + 13 + 7 + 5 + 8 + 19 + 1 + 15 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 2 + 4 + 13 + 11 + 20

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@Archesia & @Calhoun VS. @Grit FOR DOMINANCE
— DEFAULT —

Due to Grit not posting in time, this fight has defaulted.

@Archesia & @Calhoun HAVE WON THE CHALLENGE FOR DOMINANCE!

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