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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2018 4:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2018 4:24 pm
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Krysin rolled 4 12-sided dice:
12, 8, 9, 1
Total: 30 (4-48)
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2018 4:25 pm
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Dark clouds rolled over the open Savannah, stretched out as far as the eye could see. Even the strange phenomenon, those brilliant streaks of light, could not be seen behind the cover of clouds. Rains were coming, though that was something she had grown used to. The Myrsky Syntynyt lands were always wet, suffering from the constant onslaught of rain brought in by the roaring seas. Out here, rain was a rare treat. The lands were parched, starving for the life rain would bring them. With life came death, and with death came life. A beautiful, vicious cycle that she was all too familiar with.
Behind her, she could hear the low rumble of hushed chatter. Her dark ears flicked back, trying to make out words riddled with excitement and anxiety. The viking were at least twenty strong - a sizable force gathered together by the promise of trophies and freedom from a home plagued by famine. The past week had been nothing but dull travelling (their guide Calypso, wandered far ahead of the group for reasons that Jupe did not quite understand), but she would take that over the chaos and mayhem at home.
Her cubs were now teenagers, stupid, obnoxious, bull-headed teenagers. A portion of them had returned from a viking bald, and she had nearly lost her mind with every last one of them. If her mate ever had hopes of making more children with her, those hopes had been dashed by the idiocy of their first litter. Jupe had signed herself up for a viking just to get away from her children.
The group now reminded her of her cubs, the anxiety and eagerness to take from the world around them. Their Captain must have known how restless the reavers had become, because as Jupe glanced over to the crimson and gold lioness she saw the wheels turning in her head. Something was happening.
Looking out over the world, she too saw what Sabia'Deimos had seen. A roaming pride of lions, only eight members strong... a plaything for a group such as themselves. Jupe laid down, her bone-marked legs hanging over the edge of a rocky outcropping. The Captain had intended for the group to rest here for the evening, but now it was clear that there would be no rest for the wicked.
She witnessed a ripple of excitement roll through the group as more caught on to what was headed their way. Soon, all of them were waiting anxiously for the pride to wander close enough.
And when they did, they descended from the hills.
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Midnightglow18 rolled 4 12-sided dice:
11, 11, 5, 12
Total: 39 (4-48)
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Seaki rolled 4 12-sided dice:
3, 9, 2, 6
Total: 20 (4-48)
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Excited Apathy rolled 4 12-sided dice:
4, 8, 5, 9
Total: 26 (4-48)
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2018 10:23 pm
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Alpaca Chobi rolled 4 12-sided dice:
9, 9, 6, 1
Total: 25 (4-48)
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2018 10:32 pm
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Syrius Lionwing rolled 4 12-sided dice:
11, 8, 5, 11
Total: 35 (4-48)
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2018 1:58 am
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His brother had left him with the group; not maliciously, his more talkative sibling had decided that ultimately leaving him here while he went to do āsomething elseā was the best idea. Groot didnāt agree but he obeyed his older brother as a good younger brother should.
He had heard about the stormborn a lot from his sibling, about who they were; what they were. They had decided to join together and when word had come that the stormborn were making a mass raid on another pride it had sounded like something that they should be doing. Of course his sibling wasnāt here but he had been told ājust do some fightingā this sounded mostly like good fun to Groot so he followed the party; a massive mess of muscle and fur, silent, for the most part, excited for the prospect of a good batttle.
ā-
This was his chance to prove himself, Yamma was ready, poised like a.. like a.. he couldnāt think of an analogy, he was just ready. The last reaving he went on hadnāt exactly gone according to plans. This was more than a reaving though, this was a mission. The specifics were lost on him, he really didnāt care all he heard was āfighting and pilliagingā And he was in.
He was certainly young compared to some of the lions here. Young and careless and mostly carefree. His mane had barely grown in but it was full and thick and made him an adult, or so he felt any way. He knew he hopped along excited instead of somber. No one seemed to mind though maybe at some point he would have to calm the hel down and do a serious face, that time was not now.
āā
Verdandi moved quietly. She was an experienced reaver and all of these youngsters with their loud feet and even louder mouths were irritating the hel out of her. Her tail lashed constantly. Still this was better than being home. She had joined the war band without any question or thought. Sheād already marched herself out on to a reaving as soon as her belly made too much noise for her own ears. This was just another excuse, the best kind of excuse, a good old fashioned brawl and murder. If she wasnāt permanently in a bad mood she would probably have a skip in her step. She didnāt do āskipā though she walked in a tireless lope as she had learned from many outings with her band.
āNorn the actual hel are you doing?ā She called her gaze fixed upon the bird perched in a tree that had clearly, at some point, been struck by lightning, its bark blackened. āYouāre supposed to be scouting, stop preening you god damned canary!ā she growled.
The soft brown vulture raised her head from preening her feathers. She had been waiting for the lions to catch up. She had nothing to report of course, she had mainly just settled herself in the tree to sort her feathers out while she waited. She laughed a cackling laugh and dropped heavily from the tree, her wings spreading she glided to the lionesses back landing heavily her claws tightening around the lionesses spine. āThereās nothinā to report stop your griping.ā Norn clicked her beak and settled herself with her wings open just a little making the brown lioness seem like she had wings behind her head.
āOne of these days you pissin bird I am going to eat you.ā She grumbled snapping at the bird with her teeth though she missed the vulture by a hairs bredth. āStop digging your feckinā claws in you dusty bag of feathers.ā She hissed as she continued onward after the crew.
ā-
The sound of many paws approaching woke her from a very unrestful sleep. The sound of animals speaking and shouting and being pretty noisy made her raise her head. She blinked blurily at the crowed approaching and settled her head back on her paws. They were of no consequence to her. Stretching out her paws she rolled back over. She had seen plenty of groups, there was no need to be cautious around them, they usually just came and left through her little patch of the rogue lands.
Licking her lips Pachiwaku closed her eyes and wrapped her paws over her ears. They would pass soon enough.
((I forgot I was putting her in for Thrall-dom! If anyone wants to capture her please feel free!))
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Midnightglow18 rolled 4 12-sided dice:
4, 6, 9, 9
Total: 28 (4-48)
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2018 7:43 am
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AstoriaFallen rolled 4 12-sided dice:
11, 5, 12, 10
Total: 38 (4-48)
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Anderleit rolled 4 12-sided dice:
6, 4, 6, 7
Total: 23 (4-48)
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2018 9:22 pm
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Well, wasn't this an interesting situation. Akun'kamal sat back, tail flicking gently against his haunches at the sight of twin bands of lions on a collision course. One, the group of travelers he had been following, seemed as yet unaware of the other, which was one of the largest roving prides he had ever seen. He recognized the look of them, especially those leading the pack. Fighters. Scavengers. Woe betide this meager group in their path. They'd fall like fledging birds before a leopard.
The lion licked his lips, revealing overlarge canines. Thank goodness he hadn't yet made himself known to the smaller group. That might have led to his traveling in their midst, and... Well, the ragtag horde uphill looked much more interesting. A smile crossed the male's muzzle. Keeping low, he made to circle around the his former targets - find himself a nice vantage point. Mayhap there would be an opportunity here, if he was patient enough to seize it.
It was impossible for this wonderfully rollicking band to be anything but Stormborn. Skari had been the one to point it out (to his Captain's disdain), but the decision to unite with the larger group had been unanimous on the warband's part. No matter what they were doing, it would be much more exciting than poking around the mysterious Lake. Better, in fact: hopefully, whatever they were doing wouldn't cost him any of his mane!
He'd run ahead of the rest, skull-marked face illuminating his grin. His captain had remarked on that, decried his smile. Called his gleaming mask ghoulish! Even told him not to smile at combat. Skari had only laughed. He nearly did now, loosing a gravelly bark at the feeling of freedom, of earth beneath his paws and the wind in his mane. This was something to relish. Out an' about, nothing to hold you back, nothing to hold you down. This was the reason youngbloods became reavers, surely.
And ahead of him, Skari figured, was another. The lion slowed to a trot, a frown pulling at his death's-head features. Was that a...lioness, in the path? Out in the open, no less. With her paws over her ears.
...That's not something you see every day.
"Y'alright, there?" Skari shook out his mane, fluffing it up to his most imposing before circling around behind the lone stranger. "Y'know there's a whole warband o' lions coming this way, aye? Not a great place for you to be sleepin', I'm afraid." The Stormborn before her, by his estimation, and he at her back. It was a bad position for a future thrall. More than great, however, for an aspiring young reaver.
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MangoMeow rolled 4 12-sided dice:
10, 12, 9, 9
Total: 40 (4-48)
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2018 9:35 pm
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What was happening back home was... stressful, to say the least, and while Hjalmar was normally the type to bulldoze his way through troubling situations, a famine wasn't exactly something he could fight. And in his inability to do anything, he chose to go out on the longest sounding viking he could find. A big group like this? That was bound to be something good. Something exciting.
And this small pride, ripe for the taking? That was perfect.
With a smirk, he stalked his way towards the outer edge of the group, keeping as low as he could but also staying relatively away. He was a bulky lion, huge in comparison to most, and he didn't want to risk his size giving them away.
No, he would wait for his captain to give the signal before he charged.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2018 9:57 pm
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Restlessness was the drive towards the pause. Calypso and Ull had done well to steer them in a direction, but for the most part had been to themselves. Sabia'deimos had chocked it up to young love befitting the two with heads so close together they as well have been one, but she wasn't ignorant to what they plotted.
The conversation leading up to this moment had been delightful.
After agreeing to Captain the band destined for the Outlands she hadn't settled properly. Zjarri'fol - their Warlord - didn't even get a proper disclosure from her, it was unlike her. She had met and been in contact with several others though, most of which were eager to flee thier homelands temporarily in search of sanctuary in the roguelands.
For now she was sated with watching the crowds work around her and their fellow members while they stopped briefly.
The clouds above the group were darkened, promising fruitful rains and she took comfort in it. This along with a group of lions roaming not far from the band she was leading made her grin from ear to ear. She barely had time to say a word, but she didn't have to. The band knew what they were to do, she didn't need to hold their paws while they scavenged or fought. "Go on, have your fun." Sabia muttered to herself while she sat back on her haunches, her blood thirst wouldn't be sated by the mere group that had presented itself - no. She thirsted for the death of a pride, or as many as she could get her paws on.
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Andranis rolled 4 12-sided dice:
9, 9, 11, 10
Total: 39 (4-48)
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2018 10:41 pm
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They'd probably been wandering for several days now, perhaps a couple weeks, heading away from the desert they had twice called home. The horde had simply up and left, gone elsewhere and left several lions behind. Both Ngoma and Ramla had decided to not wait around, opting to head for other places. The world had begun to go crazy in that time, with the weather shifting rather erradically. Now, they witnessed a group of lions on the move. Ngoma huffed, feeling the wind tug at his mane. "You think this is all related to graos oma returning to the horde and leaving with a bunch of lions?"
Ramla gave a small sniff, "I doubt it." She glanced the way they had come from, then at the group. "Honestly I doubted their... Thing... Was real." She rolled her shoulders, then started for the group. "They look like a strong bunch, we should join them." If anybody tried to enslave them, they would be in for a surprise - Ramla may have been a small lioness, but she was tough. And who would be stupid enough to try and fight a hulking giant like Ngoma? Well, who besides that Mahiri boy. The idea that somebody like that would get his paws on her... It still made her laugh. On her back, her vulture, the weedling little creature, clicked her beak. "Quiet, you. Unless you're going to be useful..." When she got no direct reply, she let out a huff, "That's what I thought." Behind her, Ngoma only followed.
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Midnightglow18 rolled 4 12-sided dice:
11, 10, 8, 9
Total: 38 (4-48)
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2018 12:13 pm
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