5 years, no perks
He wandered far enough to where the sand thinned out to dead and dry ground in the Badlands, where red cliffs watched the lands on high. He preferred running on solid ground more than trying to navigate the sand, which shifted and moved beneath his feet, burying any source of life that had crossed previously. In the Badlands, while things were still dusty and moved with the breeze, he could at least follow scents that stuck to the dead and dried out vegetation along the way.

His nostrils flared as he followed a faint scent on the breeze, following what seemed like tracks in the dirt. Every now and then he paused to recalibrate, to ensure he was still following the right path and the right scent. Eventually, he reached a large rock where shadows danced along the cliffs beyond. Crouching behind the rock, he chuffed for those nearby to join him for a potential feast.


Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 2 + 15 + 3 + 14

[ranger xp] (doubled)
+40 Successfully lead a large hunt (5+ lions)
+20 Successfully lead a small hunt (less than 5 lions)
+20 Lead a large hunt that fails (maybe)
+20 Take down hard or extra hard prey (maybe)
+10 Study and track footprints
+10 Follow the scent of prey

code x art

once upon a time, imogen had been lost here in the dried, dusty badlands. the ground cracked and crumbled beneath her paws and the red cliffs in the distance loomed ominously. she isn't sure exactly why she's here again, but her answer soon comes in the form of a pale lion, clearly tracking something. imogen stops to scent the air, the faint taste of prey overwhelming her senses. and so, she remains some small distance behind, eyes lowered to the ground for what they were trailing.... ah, tracks.

when the stranger comes to a halt and calls out to others now, the medic is happy to reveal herself. a chuff leaves her lips and she spares a single glance back at the prints left behind by their potential quarry before taking a few steps towards them. she is eager to help, and even more eager to eat.



double exp
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Learn something about another trade and their skills

3 years | no perks
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 7 + 1 + 4 + 20

CODE BY JAVS

7 yr
level 2 ranger:+1 dice to hunt rolls
level 3 ranger: -1 dodge roll for prey
(1/2) +20 Join another Ranger’s group hunt (double xp event)
(1/2) +10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (double xp event)
(1/2) +10 or +20 Take down easy, medium, hard or extra hard prey (dice-roll) (double xp event)

There was nothin' like a good ol' fashion hunt to help keep the cowboy in tip top shape. He'd caught the chuffin' sounds and had headed in the direction it had come from. He made quick qord of travelin' across the arid terrain, golden eyes watchin' around him until he spotted two other lions in front of him. Nose sniffs the air deeply, also catchin' the scent of a possible meal - with which caused for his stomach to softly rumble. "Let's hope it's a big one," Lucien lowly drawls, givin' the two of them a quick bob of his maw in greetin'. Body then slips into its hunting position, tail tip flickin' behind him while he now waits.

luck

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 17 + 9 + 20 + 6

ART BY CAT, CODE BY LARS, MODIFIED BY GUNNER
*DO NOT USE WITHOUT PERMISSION!!*

1 year - no bonus


this place hardly struck her as the kind of place to bring in much prey. yet she had heard the summons and answered it, appearing on the dusty horizon with a meandering step. della took her time to take in the surroundings, to study the dry terrain with a hint of boredom in her expression. it wasn't exactly an exciting place, and it could prove to be a hellish hunt if not enough help showed up...

putting this thought aside she joins the small gathering, and immediately drops to the ground to rub and roll in the red dirt. it muddies the look of her coat, but more than that it dulls her own scent and thus hopefully makes her less noticeable to whatever prey they take down...



+5 Study the landscape of an area
+5 Practice hiding your scent
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

art

ROHAN

rohan is only watching


he was pretty sure he was being followed. things had changed lately, though, and rohan was taking advantage of the potential lack of attention. it wasn't exactly safe but he didn't necessarily care, and he wasn't afraid of anything! the badlands were much further than he had ever traveled, though, and he knew from here he should probably turn around and head back home.

not to mention he was tired. he had kept up a decent pace, turning to follow the sound of the hunt summons, but now he was tired. his muscles ached and it was much harder to breath.

he was therefore quite relieved to find the gathered group, approaching them with no preamble, flopping down near a dry and gnarled piece of wood. without a word he flexed his toes and scoured it with his claws, sharpening them while looking around the group. once he was satisfied with how sharp they were he pressed against the log, attempting to roll it over and build up his strength while he waited to see what was going to happen, here.


+5 Exercise to gain endurance
+10 Maintain your weapons
+10 Excercise to gain strength

code by flea, art by irish

1 year, no bonus

This doesn't exactly look like a particularly enjoyable place to be, in Maven's humble opinion. The comforting presence of all things green have withered away beneath the open sky, leaving only dry, cracked earth behind, buried beneath a thick carpet of reddish dust. The jagged silhouettes of the crumbling cliffs in the distance hardly make the view any more welcoming beneath the intense scrutiny of the yearling's gaze.

But it's a fine enough place to run. For once, she could stretch her dark limbs out fully with no need to worry about tripping over some unseen burrow or root or whatnot. Or catapulting herself over a ledge. At least, such flat ground certainly suggested that those sorts of hazards would be easily seen.

Oh, but it seemed that the badlands wasn't entirely lacking in cover. The sound of a quiet chuff brings her to a skittering halt, casting her gaze around until it caught on the felines gathering near the rusty rocks. Maven hunkers down a bit instinctively, stalking closer with quiet steps, lest she scare off whatever lost prey animal they must be tracking.

And also because her pounding heart and burning lungs could use the momentary break.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 10 + 6 + 17 + 3

Paladin:
+10 Exercise to gain endurance (excluding spars)(x2)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (x2)

Erudite:
+10 Study the natural world (x2)

You're only sixteen, going on forever

art + code by sammiie

2y - no bonuses

Another day meant one more of training. Now an adult Typhoon felt ready to take on the world, a world he always wanted since he was a boy. And of course he wanted to make sure his body was ready to back his ambitions up. He knew dreams didn't fullfil with just saying, he needed to work for it. And with that he had gotten himself into a somewhat strict routine of working on his strength and speed every day. Sparring, hunting you name it, all of those were game for him to use on his path to greatness.

As he made his way around he aimed to push boulders around, wanting to work on his muscles. Imagining them as lions he was pushing around. But he also used these hard rocks to sharpen his claws, knowing his weapons needed to be taken care off just like his muscles.

But then he saw lions into hunting mode. Maybe this could help him, attacking animals could work as training. As such he went to hide.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 14 + 18 + 17 + 20

X2 exp;
+10 Maintain your weapons (sharpen claws or care for teeth)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Exercise to gain strength (excluding spars)

_{ART — CODE}

under the chemtrails 
over the country club

+20 Sneak into a pride or group without getting caught
+20 Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters)
+10 Study the landscape of an area

She likes it here.

The dry, arid soil is comforting somehow. It reminds her of homecbut here, there's far more activity. It's harder to hide here than the other places but she keeps low and stays back; with any luck, she'll just be another shadow across the badlands. Mottled paws follow in their wake, pale eyes wide and lucid for a change. Here, maybe she knows that her blessings don't do much -- it's might, not words, that help influence if they're to be successful. So her mouth syaus closed, her attention shifting and snapping like a frayed wire sparking electricity. The badlands are quiet aside from the hunting group -- whatever they found here would probably be a straggler from a larger herd. Or maybe a baby, gotten lost in the smokefields. Ears strain as she watches intently, craning her neck to see what they manage to hunt.

Lazare is attempting to hide ~

code by flea, art by irish

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hey’ll last until you’re seared to ashes / whatever persists or turns to pain between us / they will still be there

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The deserts of Amaryllis had once been especially challenging; their heat was still scorching, its terrain still entirely unforgiving. But the sands of Caladan and the heat rising off the ocean had been enough to give Kvare the confidence he needed to embrace this particular challenge. He skidded down the dunes, his legs tense and coordinated, until he managed to find his way toward the gathering crowd. He felt invigorated, ready, and kept his ears back against his head. Knowing the nature of these lands, he had wrapped old animal hide around his legs, keeping them protected from potential venomous bites that often peeked from unknowing places.

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7 years, no bonuses.
+10 (x2) Exercise to gain endurance (excluding spars) (1/2)
+10 (x2) Practice a defensive maneuver (1/2)
+10 (x2) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (1/2)

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 12 + 9 + 7 + 2

Art by TomoTheBear, table by cala

Melusina

at the shoreline, in sweet water we fed wild dogs overripe apples and herring; her hair hung in willow boughs

This place were especially far from home, and especially dangerous; and yet Melusina persevered regardless. Her travels around Amaryllis had given her a bit more strength than she was used to, though each night she came home aching and keening. She was thankful she'd brought most of her supply from the Mire, this time, given the near-total lack of fauna in this place. Despite her best efforts, she'd not been able to find anything additional that was useful. Yet, the dry and hot nature of this place allowed her to easily dry out the herbs, and begin to crumble them into a fine powder that could easily be made into a poultice.

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4 months, cannot count.
+10 (x2) Collect herbs (1/2)
+10 (x2) Study the flora of a neutral territory (1/2)
+10 (x2) Dry or prepare herbs for use (1/2)

code by cala, art by krak