[EVENT] War Games (Closed)

[Motoujamii Lands]

In which we do a lot of fighting...

...with those jerks on team II!

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Kidondo sat tall and proud as he surveyed those who would soon be involved in the greatest warfare game the lands had ever seen. And though it was a 'game' in that no one was actually in any danger of being gravely wounded, it also held behind it a great seriousness. This might be fun and exciting for those taking part but it would also be the beginning of their preparations for war. A real war where lions would get hurt.

Where lions would die.

The regent turned his head to catch the eyes of his mate, No. Close to her stood their daughter, Su, preparing to watch from the sidelines as the war began. But whilst one of their children stood only to watch, another had taken up the role of leading team number one into the desert to face their enemy. Their son, Hraga. Kidondo could not deny that he felt a burst of pride to see how strong his own blood had grown. Giving a decisive nod, the regent cleared his throat and then raised his voice to speak.

"Today we go to war for practice but tomorrow we might find the enemy at our borders. Let this day prove to us that we have the strength to overcome any who dare oppose us. Work together. Utilise your skills. And never forget that we are Firekin; all of us."

 

[Motoujamii Lands]

Hey bro, and welcome to another firekin event!

Although a portion of the pride has been deployed to far off lands, the lions left in the Motoujamii find themselves faced with a new task: preparing themselves for war. For most of the pride, the last true war was the rebellion... and a good half of the current firekin were not even alive to see it! Its time to get training! Well. It's time to get EXTRA training.

To facilitate this, one of the largest war games the pride has organized is put together.

This isn't the first time the pride has seen a game like this, as the soldiers and the guards frequently pit themselves against one another to train. But never before has the pride drafted almost everyone into one big giant mock battle! Civilians, soldiers, cubs- all have been asked to participate. With the regents and magistrates looking on to observe, now is not the time to be looking shabby!

You find yourself on team 1, led by Hraga. Team 2 is headed by Corporal Azar'bijan, and rumor is he's already deeply entrenched himself in the southern end of the battlezone. Team 1 has no choice but to lead an assault!

LETS DO THIS.

Game Mechanics:

This is a dice event! Actually its a lot of dice events pushed into one, but you do not need to worry about the particulars. I will be explaining things as we go on. However, here's some important things to note:

Everyone actively rping in this event is on team 1. Team 2 is comprised entirely of characters that have been drafted to the other sides. It will be mostly our characters playing NPC roles.

Occasionally during the RP, you will have a 'random encounter' with a team 2 member. It will look something list this:

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Suddenly, a black lioness jumps into view. Her shoulder is marked with mud... it's someone from team 2! Its Naseera! She tosses you a quick grin before pouncing to the left. She's going to try and ram you!

[Dice Roll, 1-3= 2]

Naseera has appeared, and she's rolled a 2! In order to 'tag her out' of the game, you need to match or beat her roll. Only one lion needs to roll to beat her, so you may want to reserve your post first.

If its matched or beaten, she'll be tagged out. If you roll under her, she'll tag YOU out.



arrow If you win: You may godmode the attacker, and simply do whatever you want to flip them onto their back or belly. Don't actually injure them though! Poor NPCs!

arrow If you lose: You may godmode the attacker for their win, and they escape. Oh no, you're "dead" now! But you are not removed from the RP. You will head to the sidelines and can chill with the other people tagged out. You can also RP a dramatic Oscar winning death scene, and one of the medics will come and collect you.

You only need to worry about rolling when there is an enemy to attack!

The team that wins gains a point!

There will be other games, such as flag capturing and a boss fight. But the mechanics of these will be described when we get there!

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Rules:

@@@@ 1. Only accepted firekin members and Hongshan may post in this RP. However, newbies may make non-SOA NPC animals, such as lizards, mice, or other desert creatures to witness.
@@@@2. This is a war GAME. All firekin have been instructed to keep their claws to themselves... to an extent.
@@@@3. Always remember to respect other people in RP, even if your characters do not get along!
@@@@4. These threads sometimes move VERY fast. Do not take it personal if someone misses something you've said.
@@@@5. Plan strategically! If you think you've got an idea for an ambush, tell your captain!
@@@@6. You may godmode the NPC characters. It is assumed you find a way to tackle them down. If they beat you, you may make up however they do it.
@@@@7. To tag someone out, you flip them onto their backs or bellies! Once this has occurred, your character is "dead".
@@@@8. You may use as many SOA as you'd like, but you can only tag out someone with a single character.

Special rules:

Medics: Medics, you do not have to participate in the fighting! Why is that? Ea has you on the sidelines to practice pulling injured lions off the frontlines! When a lion is tagged out, you'd better get them to saftey with speed! Considering Ea is running this, you may be in more danger than the rest!11

Cubs/Juves: During this RP, you may not tag out a lion. However, cubs are considered 'familiars' in this game scenario. A cub may rush ahead and sound the alarm if there are attackers in the distance!

But what about prizes!

During the event, we'll be giving out one of Ea's cubs. If team 1 wins, there will be an additional prize! Most likely art or something.

 

[Mimsey]

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This was the day. The day that the student finally became the master!

Or at least, that was the mantra that went through Hraga's head as he observed his collected troops. They were team 1, so their shoulders were bare from the dusky clay that would mark the enemy team. Azar's team. If he did say so himself, they looked perfect. They looked like just the sort of team that would deliver him the victory over his old mentor. The black lion grinned like an idiot.

"Alright troops!" he called out over them. "Azar is on the defensive, and if I know him any, he's going to make sure he fights on his terrain. We can either sit here like cowards, or we can go on the assault."

Truthfully, they could have waited. Azar was anything but patient- eventually he'd come to them. But Hraga was there to impress. And not his parents- even though he could see them reclining on top of one of the rock faces. He wanted Azar to be proud. Proud of him! He practically pressed his paws together with the sheer idea of it.

"We're not sure what sort of forces we're going to face. So I think it best we start forming ranks. Soliders and guards- you've done this before, so look out for the civilians. Civies, don't trip us up! Trip the other guys up! All we got to do is flip them onto their bellies for the win," his jade eyes focused squarely upon them. "We got this."

He leaned backwards in what he assumed was a very stately posture. "Any questions?"

 

[wooga Paes]

"No question. Sir." You could almost hear the slight, impatient whine behind Kalama's words. Now let's go! She was here to win this war. Game. And she didn't need any silly little instructions! She'd lived just about her entire life just training, but training was idle. And sure, this was an exercise, but it was a war. Game.

You had to admit, way more exciting than simple training. She looked ahead, past the team leader, and flexed her claws into the sand. Yes yes, she wouldn't use them. But oh, could she pretend! At least it shouldn't be said Kalama was completely devoit of imagination.

Sjari was much less enthusiastic than the red lioness, and he rather calmly just regarded Hraga, as well as the other troops. His attitude had improved since his talk with Kidondo – and Badieh – but he was very much still rather silent. He did actually participate in training now, and seemed quite dedicated to getting himself in shape once more. No more moping about, the black lion had decided. He needed to rescue the old Sjari in the depths of his mind, and help the firekin win this war.

That meant participating in games like these.  

[Andranis]

Soleil was feeling excited, this being her first BIG war game. She'd had plenty of smaller games against her brother, yes, and even some against cousins and other lions in the pride. But nothing so large scale. She was almost dancing as she listened to Hraga, before she heard the mention of her uncle's name. She had the distinct feeling he wouldn't go easy on her and Keahilani, even though they were family. She didn't want him to, anyway. She started to open her mouth, only for Keahilani to step up and open HIS mouth. She gave him a scathing look, saving any questions she had for after he was done.

"Can we use sneak tactics, marking ourselves to fool the enemy?" He had the inkling that wouldn't work amid the Nergui, but it was worth a shot, wasn't it? The fire-maned lion held his head high, ready for anything. He was an able fighter and he knew it, and he wasn't about to let ANYBODY tell him otherwise. Not even his uncle. If he had to, he'd sit on any lion he ran across in this game just to make the point he meant business... Non-lethally, anyway. Draped on his neck, Ten flicked his tongue in and out. The snake, though poor of vision, would easily provide information that someone was close, and if they were friend or 'foe' - Keahi counted on this fact greatly, though didn't rely on it entirely. The black and white lion glanced at his sister, spying his dear snake friend's cousin on Soleil's neck. Ah, family...  

[Wylde Roses]

Ran attempted to maintain a veneer of calm, but it was difficult for the young lioness, who was quite sure that she was visibly quivering all over with excitement. There was something about the idea of combat - game though this might be - that set her pulse to racing in a very pleasant way, and it took everything she had to stay under control. Being too overeager was never a good thing, after all - it could lead to strategic errors and get her or her teammates wounded. She was going to have to keep herself held back until the right moment.

... No matter how difficult that might be.

She stayed silent, however, keeping her focus on tamping down her energy until an appropriate time, and on listening to the others voice their questions and ideas. Should she have something to say, she would say it, but for now she was having difficulty just keeping her tail from twitching anxiously.  

[Lithiasaur]

Iroh was not young, not by a long shot. He understood in his heart that he had aged enough to catch up to the sagely attitude he'd had as a cub. His old soul had become and old body. Well. He would not go as far as to call himself full out Old.

That was a toe over the line, there.

Still, he accepted that he could not play like he once did, bouncing around without worrying about what it would do to his back or his paws, or if he would embarrassingly injure himself in something that was not a battle. It was different in battle. Nothing else mattered. His loyalty to the pride ensured his dedication to every battle, from duels to war. He was strong, large and muscular under his thick layers of puffy white and cream fur. He never stopped training. He felt he had drawn the line well enough for himself, enjoying what he could as he could, easy to laugh and joke and laugh again, and staying focused on his duties.

But this situation had his line blurring. He couldn't help the cub like excitement coiling through his muscles, sliding across his nerves. He had no questions, not really, he just smiled his broad, warm smile and nodded his big head. It made his mane billow like silk in the wind. How he kept himself looking so clean was anyone's guess. His own included, as he wasn't sure either.

He listened to the orders and took them seriously, despite his eager grin. He would stick close to the cubs, just in case they got a little too zealous and run under foot, or fell on the other end of the spectrum.  

[Revel1984]

Balta hissed and slunk around the sidelines, watching the gathering lions. There was not much she could do as this was a battle for the big felines, not for smallish snakes. The only thing she would be able to do is wrap around a limb and distract but even that carried too much risk of death. She had no intention of being crushed by paws of a lion that simply did not see her. So she watched, cheered for her 'team' and hoped for victory.  

[Ririka]

A game of war built for the older members of the pride. Idris had never heard of such a thing. In his world games of mock battle were meant for training the young, not the adults, but he guessed there was more to it than that. He doubted they were just going to charge at each other and flail around violently like the cubs and juvs. No, these were trained fighters, lions with experience running through their blood, and Idris, he could not help but stare out with wide eyed excitement.

Maybe, just maybe if he watched closely he could pick up a trick or two and finally beat his sister in mock battle, maybe. It was embarrassing to admit he almost always lost to his siblings, but someday he would beat them and prove his worth. He just had to grow out of being the runt.

For now though he would side at the sidelines and watch. The thought of actually playing a part was tempting, but for now he thought it best to just stay out of the way lest he cause some kind of trouble.

 

[Quaji]

Zara glanced beside herself, looking over her allies, trying to remember their coats, in case an enemy tried to play her for a fool and pretend to be on their side to lure her in to aid them. Though she had dueled several lions in the past, nothing would compare to this kind of rush. A smile grew on her maw at the thought of being able to finally flex her muscles in a situation other then a smaller scale war game; a duel. It was exciting! The feel of battle it just made her feel...happy, as strange as that sounded to even here, but the longer she stayed a member of the Firekin, the more it began to feel less strange and more normal.

The smaller lioness listened intently to Hraga as he explained how this would work. As he spoke, she could barely hold her excitement as much as she tried to quell her overeagerness so it did not cloud her judgement when the game finally began. Her paws shifted on the sand beneath her paws, her overgrown claws raking the fine grains to try and keep her mind from getting overexcited even further. Silver eyes fell to her elongated claws on her right paw. She would need to remember to use her left paw for this. This wasn't the real thing, there was no need to hurt anyone. This was just practice.

Kuku, her faithful vulture companion, sat among the sidelines where he would root for his team to take the victory by the end of the day. He could not join her this time. He had encouraged her in almost all of her duels to date, it was time for her to do it without him there pushing her on. He knew she would be excited about the war game, but hopefully that did not lead to mistakes.  

[Meepfur]

Niwasha'Hewa was...skeptical. Not about the war games, no - they needed this - but about her niece. Her small, swamp-born niece. What the hell had her brother been thinking? How was spawning with an undersized lioness and raising his children in a damn swamp a good idea? The kid was miserable in the dry desert heat, Hewa could see that easily despite the fact that her brother's daughter was trying to hide it. She got points for that, at least.

The older lioness had had a mind to dismiss her outright and let her navigate her new home on her own, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. Though she was far from soft-hearted, this was her twin's child, and while she might question his judgement, she still missed him.

"Alright, kid," she said gruffly, "You ready for this?"

Similarly, Nisi wasn't sure what to think about her aunt. Sometimes she got the distinct impression that Niwasha'Hewa was thinking about smacking her, though she wasn't entirely sure why - if she had to guess, probably just to see if she could take it. She'd been keeping a wary eye on the larger lioness, just in case she ever did decide to try. Part of her was resentful, as she'd already earned her place in a duel, but that didn't seem to be enough for her grouchy relative. She evidently had a lot more, though, so maybe the rest would be a little nicer.

She had her doubts.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm ready." Maybe. Sort of.  

[Mimsey]

Also on the sidelines was Ea, readying the medics to deal with the...casualties. There was sort of a bitter note about that. While Ea liked the idea of getting the team into some real practice, she wasn't to thrilled about the irreverence of it all. That and the fact that even a play fight was likely to cause a few injuries.

While medics were hardly an army, Ea certainly carried herself like she thought she was a general. Just about anyone on the "dead" side was fair game for her to yell at. "Hey!" she shouted, noticing a cub stalking about. If there was anything Ea couldn't stand it was idleness. Among many, many other things! "Kid, come here. Anyone unattended is being drafted into the medical unit!"

She squinted her odd eyes down at him. "Why don't you climb up that rock pile there and watch for people who get tagged out! Call them out. Keep an eye out for cheaters too. I won't stand for cheaters."

As if to emphasize this point, she yelled out across the sand: "CHEATERS ARE LEFT OUT ON THE SAND ALL DAY."

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"Absolutely!" Hraga said, rather boldly. Hraga intended to win, he didn't intend to be honorable. This was a mock war, after all. They weren't out for show! "As long as no one... uh, cheats or puts a claw through someone's eye, everything goes! This is the time to try out all of your crazy schemes. Now is the time to figure out if they work, not against any real enemies."

The black lion hopped down from the small rise of sand, shaking his fur off. "If you've got an idea when we approach their squad, call it out! We're a team. This isn't my game, its our game. I don't doubt Azar'bijan has plenty of tricks up ahead... but we're a lot smarter! I didn't pick any deadweights."

The wind was starting to pick up, tossing a light sheen of sand and dust across the battlefield. For the moment, there was no one to be seen- but the telltale sign of sand trenches dug out in the distance and other hiding places. "We're going to be exposed at first, so lets move quickly! Don't give their familiars and lookouts much chance to see how many of us are moving to each direction. I'm thinking he might have posted someone up on that ridge just ahead."

As if to lead the charge himself- the black lion ran forward, headed towards the first rock pile jutting out of the sand.

 

[wooga Paes]

Kalama idly listened to what Ea shouted out over the sand. She hadn't even been considering cheating, but suddenly knowing she would be punished for doing it was rather irritating to her. Yes, she might have done such a thing, were she tagged out. Ugh, imagine just... being out of the game, too soon. Just sitting by, and getting picked up by a medic, and...!

Oh, they were off!

She didn't need to be told twice, and Kalama quickly shot out, running by Hraga. She had to contain herself not to speed up more and race ahead, because that would be a silly strategy in a battle. But she was looking forward to some fighting!

While the others headed for the rocks, Sjari tried to think a bit more on strategy. He followed along, though didn't rush ahead like many of the others. "Some of us should try flanking them." He suggested, to whatever lions were nearest. He was still a quiet sort, but this was war-talk. He could speak war-talk.  

[Lithiasaur]

Iroh followed the charge, laughing in the wind. He couldn't help himself, the deep sound reverberating from his chest and leaping for gleefully. His big paws hit the sand lightly, his life spent walking over it, and he ran with little difficulty. He blended in better than many of the red lions. He had never envied their color, save only because the sun burned him when he was younger, and because the stark red was a symbol of pride within their home.

He was deeply loyal, despite being pure white with his cream colored mane. He had never thought himself any less a firekin for it, and easily shrugged the whole thing off in his youth. Now he bore it with more understanding, and a deeper respect for himself and for those with red pelts because of it.

His mind was wandering, but only on the outer rims. His attention was on the game, and his eyes scanned the area ahead.

"It is safe to assume they're are prepared for an attack. It's very easy to shrug off the straightforward as 'no, they won't try that', and focus too hard on trying to out wit an intelligent foe. If he knows your style well," he spoke to Hraga as he ran, conversationally, "then perhaps we can work with that, and use what they think they know against them."  

[Kimaria]

Naar-ehuka did not look particularly enthused about this particular exercise. In fact her body language suggested she was currently hoping that the sand would swallow her up. Her shoulders were hunched, her head low and her eyes darted nervously from side to side. It didn't seem to help that she had teammates who clearly were not afraid of what was to come.

She was no fighter. She could aim a few swipes, sure, but a full battle with another Firekin...

Naar gulped and shifted to the side, almost knocking straight into Sjari. She gave a mumble of an apology and shifted forwards. There didn't seem, to her, to be much use of a tracker in battle. The second team would have moved so as not to leave tell-tale paw-prints in the sand and this would have been done on purpose.

She could only offer another pair of eyes. Little else. Even still, she was determined to stay with the group to bulk out numbers. This was her attempt at becoming more confident in herself. Ryujin would have been proud - or so she hoped.