4 years, no bonus

He had come to the pit to battle and improve his combat proficiency.

And yet, he was stopped in his tracks by a loud, unfamiliar sound booming from the crater. Curious, though perhaps he should not have been, Lachesis approached the crater and the lions gathered around it. He would have questioned what the beast was, were a brown lioness not quite to explain it.

A mammoth, eh?

He saw no reason not to trust her word, because truly, it did not matter what the creature was called. It was going to perish in the crater and then, they would feast like kings.

The plan sounded as good as any, so he merely nodded his head — he would help.


+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+5 Complete a hunt in neutral territory using the hunt system
+20 - successful mammoth hunt

Age: 4 y/o
Trade Bonus: N/A

There was a call for a fight. Or at least that was what Ole assumed it was. Why else would there be a call coming from The Pit? But it wasn't the call of any beast that he had ever heard before. It certainly wasn't a lion seeking a challenger. And the not knowing it what drew him out to see what it was and what was going on.

The clay male arrived to find a large group standing and staring down at something in the middle of the hole in the ground. Hm, how had that thing got in there? Or more like, why didn't that thing just step back out? It was certainly large enough that it could escape, right? Maybe not climb the "steps" as they wouldn't likely be much more than toeholds for this thing. But couldn't it just lift a foot and then just step out of the pit entirely?

2 years, no bonus

PATHFINDER EXP
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+5 Correctly track something through a territory
+5 Practice running or speed

The pit was often a place of gathering for the lions of Amaryllis. Yurei was not sure why this specific location was the one they used for their fights, perhaps it was just in a convenient location, or perhaps there was something to be said for its visual presentation that she was not privy to. Often she would come to visit the area and indulge in the sounds and smells of battle.

Today was different though, the area had drawn something far larger. She could not follow its tracks across the hardened earth so easily, but she could use her heightened touch to feel the vibrations in its every step, hear the unusual sounds it made. She would follow after with haste. Soon enough she would find the gathered, waiting for them to begin the seemingly impossible task of hunting a mammoth.

image by moogle/code by saph

1 year old, no bonus

+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+20 event hunt
+5 Maintain your weapons (sharpen claws or care for teeth)

The pit was an interesting place. A makeshift arena that few used save for the occasional spars, and for once Luther wasn't here to simply observe. He'd headed down the familiar path from Ecrosia to find himself a sparring partner, feeling quite bored back at home. On occasion, he stopped to sharpen his claws against an unfortunate tree trunk. His claws etched deep marks against the bark, tearing off wooden pieces with an irritating sound.

He did find an opponent, but this one was not of the lion kind.

He saunters down the group confidently, already familiar with the hairy elephant-thing, but only now hearing it's name; mammoth. He gazed at the thing's giant tusks, his ear perking up at the mention of a plan. "Good idea," he chimes in with a smirk. "How about us men play as a distraction and women land the killing blow?" To anyone it would seem like a proposition, but Luther knew that would be the best route of action. Definitely, because women were the most skilled hunters and not because the Mire Heir was too lazy to leap onto that thing. He'd run around and act a decoy for a little bit if he had to.

4 years. No bonus.

The striped wraith has grown lax in recent months, his old routine of rigorous training all but completely dismantled by the battering of his body, his mind pulled down to its darkest depths as if chained to a heavy stone, and - more recently - his cursed heart entangled in a churning battle between hope and dread.

But he cannot remain adrift forever, wandering endlessly through the dark maze of his fogged mind like those lost souls of Asphodel. What the hound has left is more than precious to him - he cannot afford to lose them through his own weakness, not again.

To this end, the Peitho male had taken to regular sprints to stretch out his muscles, turning the many great stones and rocky fields around the central mountain into an obstacle course, jumping and weaving until his muscles burned as if his body had been plunged into the River Styx. But today, he cuts the exercise short - if he plans to test his skills in the pit once more, it would be counterproductive to run himself ragged.

He's only halfway there when the mighty trumpet sounded, serving as the first sign that the gods had planned a far greater challenge for him than a simple feline opponent.

It's a true beast of legend, a vision that Cerberus had never thought he'd see with his own eyes. A mammoth, if the earthen-toned woman's words of stories passed down is to be believed. A long-lost creature of old...and of course, they are already making plans to kill it. Such is the way of mortals. Hmm. I don't believe I've ever seen so many, so eager to dance with death all in one place. Has the winter turned you desperate? He drawls aloud, feeling more entertained by the sight of this folly than he has in months.

A young ivory male makes a suggestion that seems chivalrous, until one examined it more closely. The hound might've had a snide remark for that as well, if only his tongue hadn't been frozen in place, his lavender gaze snagged upon a familiar, moon-touched face. @Lachesis. The name is but a breath trapped behind his teeth. Of all the lions he'd least expected to see here...

Very well, then. If he is needed in this deadly dance, then Cerberus will dance, if only so that he does not lose this thread.

+5 Learn information about a potential threat
+5 Exercise to gain endurance
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+20 Bonus Exp

Art by Kim | Table by Dee

aryana 2 yrs/ lvl 2 ranger The loud, thundering sound was something she couldn't ignore. She was drawn to it, the sound erupting from the depths of the lands, and even if it was danger... Aryana was far too tempted. She could handle herself, right? Right. She had won the only fight she'd been in in her life- she could keep herself safe. Having that confidence, she showed herself to the growing crowd. Her eyes widened at the target- and she found herself in awe. This had to be every hunter's dream- and as she stood here she realized she was making a new legacy for the Huntsong name. This would be a story, the story she told her children, that would be passed along through generations... With this in mind, she prepared herself. Muscles ready, a grin on her face as she focused in on the hunt.

Age: 2 Bonus: Nope

An earthquake trembled up those bare, gnarled talons, and a leonine skull jerked upright with the sudden fixed gaze of an eagle. First the Rainforest branches swayed, and though scrutinized with a deep blue gaze there was no further panic. Toes spread, wishing for something firmer than dirt, taking knowledge from what they could. This lion's study remained remote and measured, and the skull eventually began to resettle to resume a most sacred nap. However, the belated winds brought sounds of trumpets and ruckus and pointed ears responded. The soft, pudgy body was slower, and needed coaxed along. Fortunately the Pit was not far, and though the muzzle lowered to sift through pride scents it was unnecessary. All the traffic had carved a path through the resprouting savanna for Imago to follow.

Spilling down and down the ledges, like an unattended icecream cone, the Rainforest lion sought the Pit floor. A heavy landing. Around the outskirts of the entourage the chartreux one skirted, skull low and shoulders hunched, and widely spread toes moving slowly to dampen sound in the absence of muffling fluff. This one, dark and shadowed and smelling of Rainforest fertile grounds, wished to appear humble and attract little attention. "Small. Silent. Deadly."

+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+5 Study the natural world
+5 Practice the skills of another trade (assassin)

7 years, no bonus She’d heard the rumor, but scarce dared to believe such a creature could exist until the Greyflood stared down into the Pit at something far worse than the elephants she so despised. A demon sent in vengeance for the tusks Morrigan had collected in her den, the others she had discarded as playthings for her children… Well then, this one would be no different. With a snarl Morrigan would join her fellow Illyrians, far more comfortable in this hunt than she had ever been in another, “I’m going to enjoy this.” It was a legendary creature yes, but that was a name Morrigan had been given herself. She was made for this.

table by ferus, art by grav3wolf

Such a gathering would be hard to miss, even for a lion so out of the loop as Ölvir. The large cat was purposeful in his movements as he traveled under the heat of the afternoon sun, wary of being kept in its rays for too long without managing shelter. He was just setting out on his task of refamiliarizing himself with Amaryllis's sprawling landscapes when he caught the scent of commotion on the faint breeze. He lifted his nose to the air, drinking in the aromas of a land previously forgotten when he noticed what appeared to be a swarm of lions on the prowl.

Ölvir set to work without hesitation, tucking his head low and darting forward to try and race to catch up to them. Admittedly, it was perhaps the largest crowd he had seen in his living days, and the yearling could not imagine that so many felines would gather without a valid purpose. He roved over the rocky terrain, muscled limbs carrying his abnormally large frame until he had closed the gap and merged with the hunting party. This was when he heard it. A thundering sound unlike anything he had ever witnessed – as if the earth itself was crying out. Ölvir widened his mismatching gaze, flexing his claws against the hard dirt as he braced himself for what was to come.

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|| march y9 | 1y 5m | rogue yearling | at the pit | no bonus ||
+20 - successful mammoth hunt
+5 - Practice speed or strength
+5 - Complete a hunt in neutral territory using the hunt system
+5 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

5 years, no bonus.

That familiar scent of legend stings his nostrils and Alexander finds himself once more wandering toward it. Limbs carry him with intent, finding yet another massive crowd of lions gathered - it only made sense to take down a creature of this size. Ears thrust forward atop his skull, dancing as the others quietly conversed. Alexander had no intention of leading this - though usually he would have no issue doing so if it were his family. Talons grip the earth as he inches closer, body low and his pale blue eyes focused on the prize. Camellia was not here for this one, but he would no doubt tell her of the experience if she did not arrive on time before the hunt began.

table by daanyan / art