faustine entertained herself with hunting beetles and insects as a young child. as she grew, so did the prey. from beetles to mice, and from mice to rabbits. finally, as a yearling, faustine contemplated bigger more dangerous prey. she and her siblings had taken down an older lioness, so it would be only right if she took down an equivalent sized prey with a hunting group, the girl was no idiot; she still had yet the cunning and skill to do a big hunt by herself. what she did have was her desire to hunt and a bottomless hole for a stomach. every time the winds picked up scent in the air faustine would lick her lips. prey was nearby, half-way hidden beyond the piles of fresh snow. there were not a lot of tracks to follow as she pressed forth. the addition of snow also proved to be hard to conceal her steps, but faustine knew some prey were easier to stalk. certainly an elephant would be out of the question. an injured zebra or gazelle could suffice for the next couple of hours... [1 year, no bonus]

ART BY RABBIT, CODE BY LARS

VIVEKA

4 years, Lvl 2 Ranger (+1 to Hunt Rolls)

The chilly nip of the northern air untouched by the warmth of the sun does not particularly bother the Rike woman much. Perhaps she doesn't feel it at all, as she prowls through the snowy fields of sparse, warm-toned grass. She's made to endure the cold and silence, and she revels in her power to challenge the land itself, and conquer the poor unfortunate prey animals that linger within it still.

There aren't many things a woman such as herself is deemed worthy of conquering, after all. Though her desire to see blood spilled is no less than that of any man.

Perhaps the same is true for the ghoulish girl that stalks the shadows like a corpse made to walk again. But Viveka is sure too, that she can outdo this shade of death molded in a yearling's proportions. An 'expert's' touch would surely uncover their ill-fated prey from its pathetic hiding spot that much sooner.

She would see the snow painted a vibrant crimson beneath the light of the moon first.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 14 + 19 + 3 + 11

+10 Join another Ranger’s group hunt
+10 Take down hard or extra hard prey (dice-roll) (?)
+5 Take down easy or medium prey (dice-roll) (?)
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

code by flea, art by irish

5 yrs | no bonus

It is cool up here, even as the last throes of summer refused to die. Tilly wanders northwards, following the breezes from the coast inland in original focus of trinket-searching. But soon the caladan huntress is distracted by a forming hunt. Two dark shapes on the snow do not escape her notice and the strawberry woman creeps closer on snow-muffled paws to join them.

One smelt of Wolfbron, she noticed, and the other a rogue. Neither were familiar to the woman... but that didn't supress the friendly flash of a smile she was quick to offer as she aligned herself with their lurking plans. There was prey-scent in the air, and Tilly would do her best to assist. She needed the practice.

Hunt Luck Roll: 

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 11 + 4 + 2 + 7

art © drifty, code © hinter

1 year, no bonus
Hunt Luck Roll: 

Rolling 6d20: 8 + 6 + 14 + 11 + 9 + 3

She can't remember the last time she slept.

The moon throws shadows across the tundra -- there are no trees, here, but that doesn't atop her from seeing them regardless. The ground is colder where the shadows are darkest and Mottled paws jump from one writhing dark shape to the next, branch to branch. She goes like this until she misjudges the distance, and her paws land on empty ground instead. Her stomach doesn't seem to get the message that she's been on the ground this whole time and instead, it plummets when she realizes her mistake.

Suddenly, she doesn't feel like playing with shadows anymore.

Instead, she looks up and up. The tundra is as vast as it is open, and the grass sways at a perfect height to camouflage whatever it liked. Lazare grins when she realizes that there are others here and her prancing paws carry towards the group, eager to join them. la nuit nous sera bonne! (the night will be good to us!) she exclaims in a quiet sing-song as she settles in, her skinny tail whipping back and forth in anticipation.

Lazare dieudonne might be many things, but she certainly wasn't a liar.

+10 Cast a blessing on a group
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+5 Study the landscape of an area

code by shaz

3Y | Bonuses: Level 2 (+1 dice to hunt rolls) Level 3 (-1 to dodge roll for prey

No one had ever accused Spark of being bright, but foraging in the dark was definitely one of his stupider ideas. The already drab and monotonous landscape was made even worse with only moonlight for guidance. Anything that might have been green was easily passed over, not vivid enough to stand out against the black sea of night.
The group of lionesses, however, was easy to spot, with no natural coverage to hide them in the tundra. Spark briefly wondered what they were gathered for, until he caught the familiar scent of prey on the cold, mountain winds.

Hunting- that was a much better plan.

Abandoning his half-hearted search of herbs immediately, Spark adds himself to the party. He might not be good at a lot of things, but this he can do. It's not clear which woman is leading the hunt, but Spark waits, crouched and quiet, for any one of them to give a signal to go.

+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Join another Ranger’s group hunt

all you have is your fire

and the place you need to reach

code by corvus

miss the moonlight,

6 years, no bonus
Hunt Luck Roll: 

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 12 + 14 + 7 + 9

There is something about the openess of the tundra that puts her on edge.

She misses the warm nestle of thr forests she'd grown up in, the way the branches would blot out the stars and skies. Here, though, there is nothing. Not even a cloud. Despite herself, and the moontouched marking laid upon her face, she does not look up. Her claws anchor into the cold, nearly frozen ground as she edges closer to the growing group. Filling het stomach would help the gnawing edge of hunger in her empty stomach -- even if she doubts it'll do anything to help with the oppressive feeling of vertigo.

As if she's worried she'll fall up.

+10 Join another Ranger’s group hunt?
+5 Complete a hunt in neutral territory using the hunt system
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

code by flea, art by rabbit ♥

HUNT REQUEST
— RESULTS —

Rolled Prey: Hard - Rhinoceros
Number of Prey Animals: 2

Hunting Party Stats: 4 Adults, 2 Yearlings , Lvl 3 Ranger, Lvl 2 Ranger = 12d20
Lion Hits: 6 + 2 luck = 8
Prey Dodges: 9 - 1 = 8

Lion Successful Hits: 0

PREY HAS ESCAPED!

dice were rolled in discord by @AbjectTerrier. You can play out the remainder of the hunt however you’d like.

i am the storm / and im coming for you

a rhino. a creature that had evaded faustine's mind for months now due to its armored flesh. even so, with the lot of them showing up, the rhino escaped. faustine stopped in her pursuit, feeling lethargic and tired from the pang of hunger. she could continue tracking it, but it wasn't worth the time. there would be more prey waiting for her. she would not let anyone else get away after this. she sat down on her haunches, dark eyes gazing at the horizon line where the shape of the rhino became smaller and smaller, until it was completely gone from her view. faustine's tail moved languidly behind, ears twitching at the sounds of the other lions, and she turned her head, willingly looking at each of the hunters. she made no noise of support or acknowledgement, and instead stood up again and left. [exit]

CODE BY DAANYEN + ART BY HUSH

Is she cursed? Although this is not a hunt she leads, Tilly is all too familiar with the sting of failure as their quarry turns out to be a mighty beast; a rhinoceros. She had seen these before, from a healthy and respectful distance and as she realises the group coils in on the beast with intention of slaying it, her heart flutters in her throat with nerves.

Tilly still tries her best, moving and responding to the patterns of the other hunters. All in all, it is not enough and the beast narrowly escapes their efforts. Nursing a torn claw, the strawberry woman turns shamefully for the coast once more, her paws nearly numb from the cold earth and snow.

/exit Tilly

art © drifty, code © hinter

VIVEKA

It is not enough.

Her strength is not enough this time. She conquers nothing.

Claws and fangs slide painfully off of thick grey hide one too many times, and Viveka is inevitably driven back from the armored beasts by their massive stomping feet and the ivory curve of their horns, her exhausted body left to stumble helplessly into the sparse grass as she watched the rhinos charge off into the night.

Her lungs burn and her chest heaves, thick clouds of steam curling from her nostrils to hang in the cold air, and yet Viveka has nothing to show for any of it.

It must have been the fault of the youngsters, she decides as she turns to stalk away with a growl, aching paws half-dragging themselves through the snow. Next time, she would ensure that she hunted only with those who were actually capable of pulling their own weight.

/exit Viveka

+10 Join another Ranger’s group hunt
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

code by flea, art by irish