While of absolutely no interest to the gathered hunting party, Juliette made due with the bog's more natural scents. Rolling herself over behind the largest tree she could find and smothering herself in the dark goo of the land, not at all hesitate to be ridden with a smell in a few hours that would likely linger no matter how many baths she took. Instead, focused on keeping herself well out of sight and hidden from the large gathering. If she could sneak around them then she could sneak around wherever, crouching down and prowling around the vicinity of those spread out for the hunt. Keeping tabs on the movement of the lions that were closest to her and hiding behind parts of the thicket when she needed to. Blending in with the scenery as though she truly was one with the Bog.

+10 - practice covering your scent
+10 - practice speed or stealth
+20 - successfully stay hidden for the duration of a thread

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ฝhen the full moon turns ฝhite

through the woodland, out the other side. a bog, not unlike particular parts of the jungle, though areas he preferred to stay away from. nonetheless, beetle was no stranger to mud, and as he traversed the area he made sure to hop prettily from root to root, ensuring nothing would follow his trail.

after all. there was something here.

of course, he wasn't the only one hunting. a group closed in, crocodilian in ambush, and he settled into position readily - claws drawn in preparation.

2 yrs, no bonus
hunt luck roll;

Rolling 6d20: 2 + 18 + 20 + 3 + 19 + 8

double exp event~
outlaw;
+10 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 - Complete a hunt in neutral territory using the hunt system
+10 - leave a trail of confusing tracks

For such a dank and ailing place, there were a lot of lions gathering for the hunt. While he could not quite place what the creature was through the heavy scent of the bog, he knew it had attracted more than one lion (or two, or three, or four...). Kvare kept mostly to himself upon his arrival, content to survey the gathering group of lions and their intermingling scents. Strange, he thought, how the nature of borders and politics were forgotten in favor of the hunt. Eventually, his eyes rest upon @Tilly, all things rosy and content and caught up in the crowd. He automatically gravitated toward her, attempting to reassuringly rub against her shoulder. His head lowered, protecting his neck to keep maintain his defenses he so often forgot, and trotted in place, preparing himself for the chase to come.

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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: 16 + 19 + 13 + 5 + 9

Had she not lived in the Mire, now, she would have found this territory far more challenging. But long had she grown used to the unsteady, wet ground; to the vines that hung from the canopy and tangled on their stretch to the ground. She was able to find flowers, here, filled with nectar and medicinal properties. They were a cure-all, or so she'd been told, and thus she'd gathered plenty of them. Too busy had she been fumbling with its pollen to actually watch the hunt this time, attempting desperately to squeeze out its valuable poultices into small leaf bowls.

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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 yumpy

The bog was an awful place. Godless, blighted. The canopies choked out the sun, and yet plant life flourished from the swamps. It took everything Radahn had not to accidentally step into mud, or a pool that would sink up to his knees. Curses littered through his uncoordinated promenade, but eventually, he made his way toward the gathering crowd. Content was he to watch this from afar rather than participate; yet still, he prayed that they would find success, that they would not disappoint him or the Gods they'd blindly lived for, that they would appease them enough to bless their gathering group. Radahn found a warm and dry spot a short distance away for private meditation, and watched with anticipating gaze.

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11 months, cannot count.
+20 (x2) Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group (1/2)
+10 (x2) Meditate or pray on your own (1/2)
+10 (x2) Cleanse an area of bad omens (1/2)

The bog were a frightening place. Its depths were murky and hauntingly still, and it was impossible to tell how deep or how shallow a place might be. Thus, Aurelia wandered with caution, slowly finding her way toward the group of lions gathering upon one of its safer, dryer shores. Nervous gaze cast between the group of them, settling in her distinct solitude, and ushering words of blessing and prayer under her breath to will them good hunting, to ward away any of the foul-natured and bad omens. Then, she took a deep breath, and prepared her ailing body for the strife that was yet to come.

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1 year, no bonuses.
+20 (x2) Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group (1/2)
+10 (x2) Meditate or pray on your own (1/2)
+10 (x2) Cleanse an area of bad omens (1/2)

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 1 + 12 + 2 + 18

Art by AleTie, table by cala

The bog offered a sense of darkness, security. Xavier slipped from between the trees, not minding the wet, heavy dampness that clung to his feet. Mismatched gaze cast downward upon the lions that began to gather, long having used his sharpened claws to scale a twisted, mangled tree. He rested now upon one of its large branches, energy spent on the effort to claw his way upwards, not too high in the air, just enough to hold his massive weight. Paws were left to dangle on either side of the branch, drinking in the few moments of peace and rest before the hunt began.

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4 year, no bonuses.
+10 (x2) Exercise to gain endurance (Pal) (1/2)
+10 (x2) Exercise to gain endurance (Barb) (1/2)
+10 (x2) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (1/2)

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 13 + 5 + 9 + 15

5 years, lvl 2 pathfinder; +1 to hunt rolls It was @Radahn whom Khal had followed down from the mountain's crown, easy enough to track as he had been with his meandering ways and muttered curses, but his eldest brother made no effort to properly stalk to almost-yearling, but rather chose to linger back some distance... Just in case Radahn found himself in trouble, again. In the meantime Khal took the time to appreciate what he could of the bog, not caring if his own brown fur became slick with mud, darkening the ends of his mane as he went, scoping out for any signs of large reptiles mostly.

He certainly seemed to have a knack for finding where the action was, as Khal was surprised to find a rather large amassing of lions when he finally found the end of the trail. It was lingering on the edge of winter, he supposed, and so it was the last chance to really stock up their stores. Content to leave the boy to his own devices, whatever those were exactly, Khal would settle in naturally, waiting to see what quarry they would track down. He hoped for something big.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 4 + 6 + 3 + 18

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+10 Complete a hunt in neutral territory using the hunt system (double xp)
+10 Scout a neutral territory (double xp)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (double xp)

coding by flea & image by yumpy

One Year old, no perks

+10 Exercise to gain strength (excluding spars) - Sept double XP
+10 Maintain your weapons (sharpen claws or care for teeth) - Sept double XP
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system - Sept double XP

She'd stumbled upon the group by accident, having wandered too far into the Bog for her own schemings and purposes. Whenever there was a big group of men and women, able-bodied and working together, it meant there would be a hunt. She cared little for the yield of this endeavour, but the idea of stretching her limbs and practicing her explosive sprints was enticing. It was not pleasant, but she'd long learned how to ignore the pain and struggle in order to achieve her goals.

And she had many goals to achieve.

This body was still feeble. Strengthened, yes, but feeble regardless. How she cursed it whenever it failed to answer to her command! But today it will. She made sure to exercise it, pushing down weaker tree trunks with loose roots into the water beforehand. After that, she stretched her talons on the fallen tree until they were sharper than knives.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 12 + 3 + 16 + 10

and i could've died last night

but i heard the the voice of a smaller god

code by corvus

1 year, no bonus

As opposed to the somber swamp, the rosy lioness appears chirpy as ever. The place may not look like much, but plants seem to thrive here. The ashanti pepper should be easy enough to locate, with its bright orange fruits striking a bold constrant against the muted greens and ashen shades of grey that seemingly predominate the bog. Her search is interrupted by the distinct scent of prey, prompting her stomach to growl... loudly. Not having realized just how hungry she had been, she puts her quest on hold for the time being, opting to prioritize getting some food into her belly first.

Beatnik
+20 participate in a group or pride event

Nursemaid
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Gather herbs for nursing or birthing

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 15 + 11 + 6 + 4

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