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Far in the northern point of Myrsky Syntynyt a gathering was forming. Nearly up against the cliff facing, angry waves rolled below the nervous body while a wicked wind belted in all directions around them. It was for these conditions specifically that this locale had been chosen. The symphony of noises would limit the ability of eavesdroppers to discern the group’s purpose… and a potentially dangerous purpose it was.

Whispers had been making their way through the Stormborn; hushed messages passed lioness to lioness and sometimes to their trusted male companions. It had been emphasized how critical it was not to discuss this gathering with anyone one didn’t wholly trust... trust to be discreet, trust to be wise in choosing who they shared news of the meeting, and most importantly... trust to support their purpose.

But what was that purpose?

Anyone paying the slightest bit of attention would notice the changes that had been made since the reign of Warlord Ushindi began. One of the most obvious was the creation of three new ranks specifically for lionesses. Shield Maiden, Valkyrie, and Wife. Equally obvious was the reaction by a sect of lionesses who had intended to make distinguished careers as Reavers and Captains who now would never reach those titles but also faced additional obstacles their male companions did not. Specifically, lionesses were required to prove themselves capable in battle through a series of duels. Then, even once they have shown their strength in combat, they are kept under strict observation by a Captain while outside of the territory’s border.

But these lionesses were not content to sit and bide such disparagement in treatment. These were warriors. These were strong, battle ready lionesses that would take their rightful place in vikings. They would not be forced into the role of home keeping and child rearing. These were daughters of the storm.

• This is an IC secret meeting but OOC is open to all Stormborn! It simply will be understood that your character(s) heard of the gathering through rumors that had been circulating through the pride. That means males are welcome and encouraged to participate though the focus will remain on supporting lionesses of Myrsky Syntynyt.
  
  
• Keep in mind that it is less likely that someone who openly supports Warlord Ushindi’s new regime would have been told about the meeting but this isn’t impossible. If your character plans to cause a stir, try to give In Good Faith a heads-up so it can be roleplayed out in a realistic manner.
  
  
• There’s a prize! Each post you make in the ORP will serve as a “ticket.” On March 22, 2019, 9PM EST a list reflecting those tickets will be RNG’d and the winner will receive a lioness colored by the shop’s newest colorist, Greenie! You are welcome to separate your characters’ posts, or group them together in one, but the list will be generated based on your number of posts and not by the separate characters within that post. This is to just keep it simple and straight forward.
  
  
• Any questions? Feel free to message In Good Faith on Discord (InGoodFaith#8327) or in private message!

Reserved.

Her blood boiled with the thought she would never actually be a Captain and this little meeting that had been moving through the grapevine had finally hit her wanting ears and the mean spirited lioness was ALL for this little endeavor. While she was really just here to hear them out she was curious to know more of what they might have planned. She had been SO PISSED when she had come back from her first viking to find out that she was nothing closer towards her goal and it had made her want to rip someone to shreds. Calming her anger though she waited and now and listened as a familiar she was familiar with spoke, smiling she had dueled her a time or two and was actually surprised she was at the head of this little gathering. This female had balls.

Color her impressed.

"I am one, BORN OF THE STORM. I will refuse to back down until I can claim my rightful place as a Captain among Captains. I was born just as capable as our male counterparts and even BETTER than most. I for one feel unrest that we are seen as less than what we are." If her mother knew she was here she knew she'd get a good slap, but she didn't care. Valka had been one to just go by the rules as they came even if it pissed you off.

She was far more spirited than both of her parents, or at least her mother. She'd never met her father or knew of the lineage in which she was blessed through him as well as her mother.

Looking about at the other's that had arrived she wondered if anyone else would stand up and say their piece.

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Eir, precious Eir, and and her loving brother Lir were at a loss of words as they listened to the words of those around them as they spoke out. Never to be anything more than thralls the two adolescents were more than upset about the changes that had been put into place in the pride. Eir's only chance at freedom was to have someone marry her, by their own choice or her finally forcing someone to marry her.

She was bound and determined to rise up from the rank she was stuck in because her father had been unable to claim her.

Looking over at her brother she gave him a small shove. Would he say anything?

Lir glared at her, and shook his head. This was her chance to make a stand, not his. He had other ways to get out of the place in which he was stuck, or at least he had a plan. Still, he felt for his sister.

"I find the rules in place to be unjust! I am forced to remain nothing more than a slave until someone chooses to make me a wife? I was born of a WELL known and RESPECTED Reaver and I'll be damned if I have to force myself into the servitude of another while I know I could do our family proud as a reaver."

Lir was a little taken aback by his sister's words, while he'd known how she felt he had never known it was this strongly.

He would back her no matter what and stood proudly next to her.

Ernaline was surprised one of the pride's newest lawspeakers was present, but at the same time should she be? With everything that was going on she was just curious to see who all would speak their mind and who all would continue to cower. Her sharp gaze darted over towards a couple of Bastion's Bastards, she was more than familiar to whom they belonged to family wise. The spirit that the female had was truly admirable but alas a thrall or a wife were her only options, unless she ran away from the pride but she doubted that was an option for the young adolescent. "So what do you plan on doing about it? It's not like we can just question the the Warlord and make him change his views. So what is this truly about besides rallying the masses?"

She was one to cut straight to the punchline.

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Lir was going to remain quiet throughout this whole venture as he really was just here as moral support for his sister, that and their mother had essentially told him to make sure nothing happened to her. She had been proving to be quiet difficult in her teenage years and was unpredictable so he knew that really he was the only one to keep her in check. After the scene she had caused in a Reavers den the other day he had to keep her in line or she may very well get herself killed or worse.

Eir caught Ernaline looking over at her but said nothing. When the black and orange female spoke up again she turned to look at the lawspeaker and other lioness. What would their answer be?

[Haven't gotten her cert updated yet otl.]

Nafsi-kataa stood among those gathered, an old, perhaps half-familiar face to more than a few and the pale raven who had informed her of what was going on perched on her back. Despite her age, her status as a warrior still spry and strong was plain to see; she stood in a way that spoke towards being able to move at a moment's notice and the scars littering her pelt spoke to all that had tried to kill her and failed. When Vigdis called for others to speak up, she did so.

"I am a Daughter of the Storm! I have stood with this pride since the end of Aesir's reign as Warlord. I have seen another male try to strip us of our strength, tried to say we had less iron in our blood than the males. I've seen far more battle than this stripling who is trying to take away our fire and iron this time." She snorted at the end, a toothy smirk on her muzzle. "This sapling forgets he would not exist were it not for a mother with iron in her blood as well as a father."



Masaune wasn't a fighter, not truly. But she had sisters who were. And she felt this whole fiasco was unjust and simply not right. They were all children of the storm, not just the males. She took a step from where she'd been against the rocks and let her own voice join the others. "I, too, am a Daughter of the Storm! We're all born of the storm, of iron and thunder, not just the males!"

More and more members of the pride began to crowd around and Ernaline was rather pleased to see this. It meant that there were quite a few that felt the same and seeing them all in one place was sort of reassuring. Flicking her tail she took in the faces that surrounded her, imprinting each of them to memory for different reason's some she was familiar with, other's she wasn't.

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The two thralls kept closer to one another as more and more members began to show up and speak their piece. Lir was a little concerned for his sister and his well being but given the current discussion he relaxed a little bit. They were all here to focus on the current rules putting females as lesser than the males, though the new rules also forbade someone from claiming family. That particular rule was the reason that he and his siblings were stuck in their current position within the pride and he felt it was unfair to them, especially his sisters. Though they could marry up as wives, it wasn't the same as making a name for yourself.

Eir peered about curiously from beside her brother, checking out everyone that was coming around. Truly she didn't know any of the faces aside her brother's so she really wasn't sure who she was looking for so she went back to paying attention to the figure's up front.