yule log scavenger hunt holiday event

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as the early afternoon light lit up the entrance to grimoire’s labyrinth, it seemed as though someone had been quite busy the evening before. because there, scattered throughout the endless chasms and corridors of the cave system, was a sort of game — a scavenger hunt, if you will, though lions and creatures of all ages would find some delight in this holiday treat. gemstones, fruits, bones, and other trinkets had been purposefully stuffed into a series of odd-looking logs, which were further decorated with berries and tuffs of odd, green flora, before being dispersed about the area. all that was needed now was a curious-enough soul to start tracking them down.

hopefully whatever you find was on your wish list!

goal: track down the yule logs and see if there is a prize inside! there is no posting order.
rolling for prizes: in your searching post, insert [*roll=1d3] (remove the *) at the bottom to see whether or not your character has won a prize.

dice values: rolling a 1 means you found 10 exp, rolling a 2 means you found 25 petals, and rolling a 3 means you didn’t find anything and need to try again.
limits: you can keep posting/rolling until you have successfully received 5 presents (i.e. 5 separate posts; this is the maximum number of prizes each character can earn and can be any combination of exp and petals). you can only have 1 character present in this thread, and prizes must go to that character’s account.

open for rolling until: December 31
you do not need to exit the thread to claim any earned prizes

pixel credit to leviadraconia

Wandering through the labyrinth, she wasn't quite prepared to find anything- because thus far she has been rather unimpressed with all this land has provided her- and yet, the faint scent of something strange is in the air. Curiosity- overwhelming the desire to be snarky about it leads her forward- and she notes that for the moment she is alone, and naturally, she begins sniffing about- as she pads further and further into a narrowing tunnel. Someone else.... or something else had been here, because it smelled... different. Aideen wandered until she saw a small strangely decorated log, pinned between two stones, and then pawing at the strange log, trying to figure out what is stuffed inside of it- and what she can get out of it. Clearly, if someone stuffed something... then it's meant for someone else to take- right?

Shiny reflections of gems, and other things catch her eyes and it's all she can do to begin pawing at one particular log to see what treasure she can break out of it. And... is that a bone? Who was stuffing things into logs? Clearly, it's a present for her.

search:

Rolling 1d3: 2

attempt: (1/5)

The fuck? she whispered under her breath as she peered alone into a setting that looked to be almost too eerie. The labyrinth was already darker than the land outside and yet as she stared vehementhly into the darkness she could see just enough light to see a myriad of objects. Objects (the logs) that in no way belonged in a cavern system. So she made the attempt to stare at one that she had found nestled by a medium cluster of rocks.

A dark paw touched it and made it move a little, though she most certain that over the smell of it that she could sense other objects. Could hear movement inside of it that wasn't natural. These small pieces of wood were not as they should be and so she attempted to use her whole leg this time to smash it against the siding of the cave. Nearby she could see that someone else was attempting to smash it, too. Lo and behold, something did come out of theirs and so Zelda attempted again to thrash it against the wall to see if hers yielded something nice, too.

Rolling 1d3: 1

Attempt #1

Well, not to be greedy but in all honesty-- to be absolutely greedy.

As a shiny stone skittered out of her log, she paused to admire it, only to grin excitedly at the rather smashed remains of it. She didn't care much for the bone, but that shiny stone? That would do nicely- and when she had a den, it would be some cool decoration. Scooping that up, she glances over her shoulder to see another lioness- doing the same thing, with a different long and rather than picking a fight over her log- she decides to see what other logs there were.

Strolling forward, she almost crows with excitement when she finds another, and immediately grasps the log in her jaws, before slamming it into a rock to bust it open to see what this one has.

search:

Rolling 1d3: 2

attempt: 2/5

Another day, another moment to explore this vast lands. He inherited her mother's love for the exploration, the pathfinder trade. And as such he also found himself traveling long distances just for the fun of it. And today he was at a place he hasn't been at until now. Even better. There he explored until from a far he spotted a few lions searching for something. Hmm. It seemed fun yet his competitive nature soon started acting. What if he found fun stuff too? Time to try it out and like that he went on his own spot. Looking around ready to right in case someone tried to steal from him. // Attempt 1 of 5 Rolling 1d3: 3

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It would be fair to say that Ölvir felt a certain fondness for the caverns which housed him for all of his earliest days. He knew it would not be the same if he returned; the scent border of Obsidian was foreign from that of Roan's reign, that much was clear. Still, the young lion roamed the familiar rockscapes surrounding the territory to take comfort in their presence. He had picked up an odd scent trail a way back, pawprints he did not recognize mixing with the scent of spiced wood. He took his own roundabout way through the tunnels, sure to leave tracks that would not lead directly to where he was going. The risk of being followed by a Rike was always there at the back of his mind, hissing with what could unfold. His life was too newly begun to end on such a note.

Rounding a bend, Ölvir snorted at the sight of a small group of lions huddled amid the tunnels. A couple of them seemed younger than another one, only one male to speak of. He fastened his mismatched gaze on the group wordlessly, glancing around to try and understand what scent it was that had led him there in the first place. Only when he saw what they were crouching over did he get the clue.

"Who's done this?" He asked the younger girl gruffly as she picked up a second fanciful log. He knit his ivory brows together with confusion, taking a few strides further in the shadows in search of a prize of his own. Ölvir lifted a naked paw to push aside a grouping of stones, revealing a very-same log decorated with shades of red and green. Without waiting for an answer, he struck his paw downward in a crushing motion to reap what rewards he could.

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|| april y9 | 1y 6m | rogue yearling | at grimoire's labyrinth | @Aideen ||
+5 - Scout a neutral territory
+5 - Leave a trail of confusing tracks
+5 - Get into some mischief

Attempt #1:

Rolling 1d3: 3

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Just as she expected it would, luck shined upon her. So much so that she pulled all the goodies into a small pile with her paws and then found the next closest one she could and began more aggressively throwing it against the wall. Zelda wanted to find more of these things even if they were essentially useless to her but there was something therapeutic about throwing something against the wall and things coming out. She couldn't exactly thrown a grown lion against the wall and have the same satisfaction but she could make these little objects relinquish their hold within these odd logs.

Rolling 1d3: 3

Attempt #2

  

  

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Why he was here was not because of the mingling of scents and strange things. No he just happened to be walking towards the Labyrinth when he entered to find the strange scene. Blinking green eyes rapidly to make sure he was seeing right, he stared at the lioness off to the side beating a log against a wall. Maybe she was working things out? @Zelda

Carefully he entered nostrils flaring from the enticing scents the logs were giving. Greed filled him and he seized a log quickly before rolling it away from the others. Large paws batting it hard, encouraging it to release its secrets to him.


attempts 1 / 5

Rolling 1d3: 1

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Stupid log. Her lips mouthed the words as the log had splintered and relieved nothing from its inner parts. A frustrated roll of her shoulders as she moved onto the next log. Even more enraged by its reluctance to give her what she wanted and all the more focused into throwing her frustrations into the next. Eyeing a certain @Bronx that looked in her direction and she shrugged her shoulders. Whatever trinkets come out of the ones I smash, you're welcome to. For she had no business with anything really. Unless... Unless they're shiny. Then they're mine. Zelda didn't wish to waste things so if she gave them to someone maybe there would be some use in them. The shiny shit she could simply trade to lions for information. There was always a price, after all. So Zelda busied herself with throwing the next closest log against the wall -- effortlessly, it seemed, as her inner turmoil took presence.

Rolling 1d3: 2

Attempt #3

An unusual scent plus the scent of multiple lions had drawn her here. What was going on? As she approached the scene, she noticed multiple lions trying to break open logs that were decorated in reds and greens. Interesting... it kinds reminded her of the pumpkins that she'd come across when she was younger thay presumably had been placed around by Nafasi. A dark ear twitched as a younger lion who reminded her of someone (@Ölvir) asked who'd done this.

"Probably Nafasi if I had to hanker a guess. She's always been kinda mischievous. Left pumpkins around in random places when I was younger." Cassandra said, aiming to answer the question the younger lion had regarding what was going on. Spotting her pridemate @Bronx, she gave him a polite nod before moving to grab one of the logs herself. If these were anything like the pumpkins, they might contain some interesting stuff.

Attempt 1/5
Rolling:

Rolling 1d3: 1

text. "Speech."

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