2 year, +1 dice to hunt rolls
With the tide low, the Cay was accessible. Granted, he still had to swim through some parts and trudge through water in others, but that was just because he was smaller than most lions. It was a personal struggle and nothing more, though he assumed the others who would eventually join him here wouldn’t have such an issue.

Today, he followed a scent of food wafting to him on the breeze. The seabreeze, albeit cold, was gentle and carried a chill with it that hinted at the winter chill that was fast approaching them. Once he had reached the Cay, he eyed a strange-looking tree as it greeted him on the beach. Its trunk nearly twisted in a loop as it grew upward; it was something he had never seen before. He studied it for a moment, tipping his head to one side as he wondered what gave it its weird shape. But then the breeze blew again, and it set him back on track. Food.

There was still a way to go to find the creature, but he chuffed into the treeline, hoping there had been others around who would aid him in this feat. They’d all eat good if such was the case.

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 13 + 16 + 14 + 19

[pathfinder xp] (doubled)
+20 Explore a territory and find something useful in it (fooood)
+20 Find a notable landmark in a territory
+10 Participate in a hunt

CODE | ART

1 Year No Bonus

The midnight creature lumbered along the chilled shoreline, picking through some delectable sea life that unfortunately found itself stranded without the tide. While he snacked on some salty morsels, he busied himself on the in-between. His body was growing ever larger; stronger. But it wasn't enough. The Darkling wanted more. He desired to push his body to its limits in order to obtain all the power he physically could. Testing his endurance by loping over the sinking wet sand. The terrain making his muscles work overtime.

Cassius stops when he notices another body not far off. A familiar face now somewhat foreign given their new height differences. Last time Cassius had seen @Hyperion, Tia had died and Tinny had taken charge. The once Prince had been but a small cub then.

Lose something? He asks casually as he approaches, noting the way the smaller lions eyes seemed to be searching. He finds a nice washed up log to run his claws into while they speak.


09/03/23 Double XP Event - Barbarian
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Exercise to gain strength
+10 Maintain your weapons

code by loki / art by duudlin

i am the storm / and im coming for you

this time, the heiress wasn't actively looking for anything. she had simply ventured out to take a walk until she arrived in the cay. the wind was nice as it blew through her fur, as it carried the first signs of winter, a season that the girl had yet to properly experience. she dreamed of snow and the possibility of a new intensity to hunting within it. faustine also dreamed of wrestling in a land drowned by the cold white substance until blood splattered the surface...

the imagery made her pause and think, but then her stomach growled and she spotted @Cassius ♔ in the distance. was she supposed to hunt him now? no, that wouldn't be it. there was another lion nearby and they looked as if they were prepping for a hunt of their own. thus the girl drew close to the yearling and she noted that he had grown bigger than the last time she saw him. out of impudence she deliberately made an attempt to knock into cassius's side as a smirk played on her lips. [yearling, no bonus]

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 16 + 19 + 17 + 1

CODE BY DAANYEN + ART BY HUSH

1yo, no bonus
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 20 + 2 + 7 + 17

"And swimming across as opposed to walking is going to help me how?" the yearling mused to her mentor, duo-one gaze skipping from the pathway the others had taken across the sandbar, to the shallow-ish water the once-was King had suggested she swim or wade through.

"There must be other ways to make my legs strong?" she would press, playing the part she was becoming oh so familiar with, a quiet waggle evident in her filling shoulders as she pondered such a task without much seriousness. "And hunting... how does this make me a better fighter?" there had to be a reason, yeah?

@Alaric

+40 Learn something from a Master of your trade (why wade/swim?)
+40 Learn something from a Master of your trade (strength excersize?)
+40 Learn something from a Master of your trade (hunting v fighting?)

_{art by flea}

(1/2) +40 Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters) (double xp event)
(1/2) +10 Practice hiding your scent (double xp event)
(1/2) +10 Study the landscape of an area (double xp event)
He'd caught sight of others making their way to the little island just off the shore, a brow rising as he wondered why they were all gathering in that particular location. The island didn't hold much of a purpose other than being a place one could escape to for a little while and relax, the palms and warm sand despite the chillier weather giving the illusion of serenity. With his mind being curious, Arkyn begins the short swim over, making sure he kept his movements slow and methodical to not make a lot of splashing sounds; he wanted to try to peer into this event without being seen.

The saltwater was a good way to wash off his thick musk, making him even more undetectable. The chill of it goes right through him, causing for jaws to tighten so that a growl didn't escape him. As he nears the shore, the Viking makes sure that he is quite a ways away from them so that he could exit freely. Without giving his body a good shake to release loose water (even though his body really wanted to) he would begin to prowl forward and toward the growing group. It was there that he catches scent of the prey, answering his silent question. The beast hunkers down below thick brush, yellow eyes peering as he watched in silence.

arkyn is hiding!

THIS BOUGH HAS

BROKEN THROUGH

ART BY RABBIT, CODE BY DEE, MODIFIED BY GUNNE

[ 7 years, no bonus]

Hunger drove them all, and it was what drove her too. She happens to be in the area as the call rings out, and with naught else to do, she indulges. By the time she has arrived, there are quite a few people gathered, to which she dips her head to each of them respectively -- @Birdie, @Faustine, @Cassius ♔ and her attention transfixes onto the man who made the call in the first place, @Hyperion. " I'm Aelynthi. May Maua guide us to be successful so we may prosper. " She smiles cautiously towards the group of unfamiliar faces, eager and anxious to get started and go about her way. Under her breath, she muses a few words of blessing, hoping that it would ensure her safety... and the meal she hoped they would bring down.

+ 20 - cast a blessing on a group (1/2)
+ 10 - meditate or pray by yourself (1/2)
+ 10 - participate in a hunt using rolled dice system

It were too close to home to shirk such an opportunity. Kvare had long mastered hunting in the sands; such terrain which had once been particularly challenging had now become second nature. It showed now in his brisk promenade, toes splayed to increase the size of his prints, to keep him steady against the ever-shifting earth, maintaining his strength to push through the ever-shifting sands, the endurance to power through the burning of his muscles. His pace was hastened, eager to catch up to the gathering hunt before they'd depart without him. This near to Caladan's borders, it would be easy to bring such a prize home; and it would ensure he'd not need to traverse half of Amaryllis for an easy meal.

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7 years, 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 + 14 + 18 + 19 + 20

Art by AleTie, table by cala

They were close to home. Their former home. Thus, it was of no surprise when @Hyperion was the one who called for them to hunt. It was even less of a surprise that @Cassius ♔ were among those who answered the call, those his scent had long differed from the Lagoon, or from the Mire the majority of them had escaped to. Her little nose crinkled, quickly stashing her herbs into her pouch (along with a few she'd collected along the way, the familiarity of the Cay lending to her knowledge of plants here). Her green gaze cast between the two, a girlish shyness unfurling in her words, in the distance she'd put between herself and them. You're not at the Mire? she asked of them both, curiosity lingering in her tone.

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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)

Table by cala, art by drifty

sun summoner.

The sea long called for him. He did not feel remorse, regret, or fright when he looked at it. Even if he could remember the way his lungs burned, even if he could still feel the slash of Faustine's claw along his face, across his eye which had long grown dark and unseeing. Radahn's nose crinkled as an embrace of heavy, salty air unfurled past him. He asked Vellen specifically, this time, to give him guidance and grace on this hunt; to navigate sands his paws had never gown used to, to find strength in a sword that had always fallen just short.

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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) Participate in a hunt using the dice roll system (1/2)

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 9 + 18 + 3 + 6

Code & art by cala

There seemed to be a sudden influx of strangers to the shores these days. Not that it bothered Krait; on the contrary, the opportunity to meet so many new faces fed the social part of him that hadn’t gotten to feast much since he’d allied himself with his small clan. Lower limbs dripping with sea water, the large speckled lion wandered near, a soft, easy smile gently curling upon his muzzle as his grey eyes assessed the crowd. “Hope one more is welcome,” he said by way of greeting, adding a beat later, “I’m Krait,” for anyone who cared. Though his eyes continued to watch them, he turned his head slightly to one side, letting the wind carry the scents of the little island toward him to gauge what their quarry might be.

3 years, no bonuses

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 20 + 7 + 1 + 5

+10 20 Pair up with other lions in a random event hunt
+5 10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

Image by Zeny Rosalina - Table by Mouser