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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 7:33 am
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INTRODUCTION Change is in the air as Andhaka steps into the role of Umholi. Most members aren't sure how they feel about this development, but any Umholi is better than no Umholi. With a week having passed since the events under the dead acacia tree, the pride is getting ready to continue their migration and head east, following the herds. Before the pride even began, a small rainy season has descended upon the Ithambo'hlabathi, making mud out of the ground thanks to the herds eating the grass down. It also makes water much more plentiful, meaning more competitors for food.
Now on the third day of this migration eastward, a cub has gone missing, one of Ukuthula and Gakere's sons. Simosihle has formed a group of other lions to look for the missing cub. While forming the group, the clouds above began darkening. With the group fearing a large storm, it's a race against time to get this cub back to safety or risk it dying the cub dying in the storm. Now, the lionesses gather, those willing to head away from the main body of the pride, to ready themselves to search for the missing cub.
Last ORP: Dangerous Talk - The lionesses gather to discuss the recent events. Tempers flare. In the end, Andhaka is made Umholi.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 7:34 am
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IC Information
The pride is currently migrating east, towards the center of the pride. A small rainy season is upon the pride. Read more about changes here: link.
Andhaka has been made the new Umholi and not everyone is happy with this decision.
Ukwazi has been made an Umama with the backing of several lionesses.
Gakere and Surtak's battle scene was discovered about one and a half months ago. Surtak has been missing for close to eight months. Both are presumed dead.
Ukuthula gave birth about a month and a half ago to four cubs, two boys, two girls. Her cubs are growing strong, just as she said they would.
Litters have been scarce. Ukuthula just birthed one of the first litters in quite a while. Four cubs were born, two males, two females. Gakere is the obvious father. Ukuthula is also a daughter of Surtak, making these cubs rather special.
There have been a few lionesses joining recently. One in-particular is Imbali, who joined in the events that took place a month and a half ago. She's now a Cinga for the pride. Some lionesses aren't happy about this, but some appreciate the extra scout. A former Huria from the Firekin, Siantaidh, has also joined, which may make some uneasy as well.
OOC Information
There is no specific posting order, and you are free to post as many times as you would like. Interact with your fellow players!
This will be a primarily owner-driven RP with several plot-forwarding posts intended to come from the mule, Meepfur or Quaji.
This ORP will likely be a quick one, lasting only one to two weeks.
There will be combat in this ORP. This will be the first ORP where the Permissions given will come into play. If you're unsure what Permissions are, you can read about them here: link.
One participating character per person. If you have multiple SoA in the Bonelands, pick one to join in.
A character may jump in at any time. They can either have been silent while the others talked or be late to the party.
This RP is open to any member of the pride; adult, adolescent and cub. Familiars in the pride may join. Unlined may also join, but keep them small or else they might get eaten. Adult rogues may also join in for this, but keep your distance.
One post = one ticket.
A new prize will unlock automatically every two pages. 1, 3, 5, etc.
The option for more prizes will be able to be earned throughout the ORP.
PrizesDonated by Meep. Born-in, Gakere x Ukuthula (This cub does have extra information for when he hits adult.)Colored by Quaji. Joining rogue, ? x ?, Secretary BirdBoth colored by Quaji. Joining rogues. ? x ?
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 9:31 am
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A migration, such excitement! Well, it had been until someone called out that the pride was moving on without one of their few cubs. Crud. And of course she and Isidlo were asked to go out looking for said missing cub. Luckily they had a crash course into the layout of these lands already, but it wasn't like she knew them as well as some of the other lionesses. She was available though, as was the vulture who struggled to fly above her in the harsh winds as the storm above them grew ever darker. No rain at the moment, but the rumbling of thunder and the flashes of lightning did nothing to quell her worries either. The threat of fire was all too real and one that made the Cinga's stomach do flips just thinking about.
They had a mission though.
The pair would go on ahead, scout out the area and try to meet up with the group that had already been forming when they had departed the main body of the pride, heading back west in hopes of spotting some kind of sign of the missing cub before the little boy was lost to them forever. Imbali's paws splashed in newly formed puddles, coating her legs with mud as she jogged away from the main body of the pride, set on her new mission.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 10:11 am
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At first, Imvula had been excited about the rain. After all, she'd been named for it. She'd all but frollicked in the growing puddles as if she were a cub, seeing rain for the first time. To make it more exciting, it was the first migration for the first cubs in a long time, and the first migration with Andhaka and the new Umholi. She didn't know about the other lionesses, but she liked him based purely on the fact that... He wasn't related to most of the pride. He could breed with literally all the lionesses, as could Jasiri breed with all the lionesses save a very small few - His daughters. Which, she wasn't sure which she'd pick when the time came that she felt ready for cubs. It'd be a tough call.
Her joys were brought to a halt by one of the cubs going missing, though, and now the dark dust-colored lioness was searching. She was tempted to call for it, but what if there were hyenas around? Or a leopard? She didn't want the cub eaten! She slipped slightly, finding herself in a puddle a bit deeper than expected and muddy water up to her chest. That'd come out eventually, at least...
OOC: I would like to request that all my tickets be assigned to belloblossom heart I've had a lot of luck these last two days and I wanna spread that ~ heart
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 10:31 am
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Kinga was feeling a little, lost in recent events. She had never been a fan of Andhaka, exactly. It was mainly derived from her mothers lack of affection about the lion, and the fact that if it wasn't for him, perhaps she may have at least known her father. Her brothers had departed on their journeys into the rogue lands, and though it was long expected in line with the Pride's traditions, she certainly had started to miss him, though she would never admit it.
The unease that was already sitting in her stomach seemed to jostle around as she heard the news of a missing cub. It was probably nothing- hopefully the cub hadn't wandered too far, but the looming storm was a threat. It seemed to swell in the sky.
Kinga wanted to help, and saw Imbali on the move. The white lioness moved towards her gracefully with a smile. She was new, but Kinga had a good feeling about her, after all another scout was useful.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 10:41 am
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Machozi had returned to the desert pride shortly before the pride's migration east. She had seen him off in his mother's place and promised to send word as soon as Njalo returned, but there had been a reluctance in their parting. He had been her support through much of the changes happening in the Ithambo and having neither him or his mother to lean on--however invisibly--made her feel all the more uncertain of herself.
Still, she was trying to keep her head up and her eyes forward. In times like this life was best taken one step at a time. Of course. Life had a way of kicking you when you were down. The cruel b***h.
Tilting her head back to gaze at the ominous sky overhead, ashen grey and growing darker still with the storm that threatened to make their mission that much more difficult, Simosihle cursed under her breath. Time seemed perpetually against them these days. Finding a lost cub on a perfectly clear day was difficult enough, but finding a cub with the heavy onslaught of rain to impede their vision as well as cause a myriad of hazards that the little one could potentially be lost to before they rescued him would require as much luck as skill.
For the Umama, failure wasn't an option. Turning her gaze back to the assembling group who had agreed to assist in the search--and the more eyes they had the better in this instance--her voice rose to speak over the harsh snaps of thunder. Most of us know these lands like the back of our own paws, I'm confident we can find him, but we have to hurry! If you're coming, please speak up now! Any Enda or Cinga who wish to help would be greatly appreciated! Imbali has already set out to scan the area, but she's still new and the more eyes we have overhead, the easier it will be to narrow down where to search!
Maybe in a less urgent situation, the grey lioness might have had time to fear that after her most recent outburst, her sisters would look at her differently. In her self-serving need to ensure the safety of Gakere's last litter, however, she didn't bother with such trivial thoughts. After all, she had recently remembered who she was. Umama be damned. Simosihle had been cut free of the strings that held her in the precarious position of being politically correct. Those who had chosen to elect her Umama had done so because of who she had been. She had forgotten that. Lost herself under the weight of trying not to offend anyone.
It had taken unexpected guidance of the young Cabanga to show her that. And now she felt reborn.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 10:57 am
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There was a soft spot in Mcheni's heart for cubs and despite the opposition that Ukame and Mvua had voiced, she had left to join the small splinter group that was currently forming to look for this missing cub. The striped lioness seemed unreadable as she joined the others who had already answered the call. Pausing, she took the time to glance to Imvula, quirking a brow as she saw the lionesses slip and coat her underbelly in mud. It wasn't like Mcheni was free from the stuff either. It coated her paws and went even half-way up all four of her legs.
She wasn't exactly known to be the most social of lionesses, but she knew Imvula well enough to recognize her. Knowing anyone, even just their name, was surprising for Mcheni, even in such a close-knit pride like the Ithambo'hlabathi. Maybe it was the language barrier. Ukame had definitely been the one to pick up the language more quickly, but she had been a cub and readily accepted by many lionesses when the two had joined. Grumbling, Mcheni sat herself down in the mud and waited. Now they just needed the leader of this little expedition and a few others to show up. Hopefully there would be enough eyes to look for the missing cub.
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"Someone's coming!" Isidlo called down to her lion companion as he tossed his head back.
The dappled Cinga looked over her shoulder and sighed. Sure, she had just started, but Imbali was optimistic, or so she tried to be. There had been no sign of the cub just yet, but she hadn't gone far before the vulture had told her of someone on the approach. "Go find Simosihle, she's forming a group to go look for the cub! I'm heading out on my own to try and get leads for you all!" Imbali called out to the lightly-colored Umzingeli, trying to yell over the wind. Without waiting for the reply, the Cinga set out with Isidlo's powerful wings above her, leaving the gathering group behind.
[OOC Information]
Imbali is now no longer intractable.
The group will be setting out in 2 hours. 3PM CST is when the ORP will progress.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 11:14 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 11:15 am
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She let out a displeased sound as she pulled herself out of the puddle, shaking mud and muddy water everywhere. It quickly washed away in the rain. Her gaze went to the striking and distinctly-marked Mcheni, offering the striped lioness a smile. "Ah, more eyes! That's actually quite perfect!" The more eyes, the better. Imvula herself didn't care if those joining the search were Busisa, Umzingeli, Umama, Ahluke... Anybody willing to help was welcome, in her eyes.
She looked to Simosihle as she spoke, listening intently while shaking a bit of mud off a hind paw. She'd be getting that out of her toes for weeks... "Under bushes, in trees, in logs..." The odd and random rock pile... She looked at the sky, then the puddle she'd picked herself out of. "I just hope we don't have to deal with a flash flood..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 11:26 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 11:50 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 1:07 pm
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Kaliforneum rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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