+40 successfully lead a large hunt (5+ lions)
+10 participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

faustine sunk low into the murky depths of the bog, allowed its watery surface to dirty her underside and stain the darkened flesh there even darker. she had armored herself with the mud of the bog, became one with its vegetation as rotten leaves and snapped twigs intertwined within unbrushed fur. her coat was more black than chartreuse, more fetid than the stench of the bluffs and whatever carcass she crawled out of. this land would be fun to hunt and it was that thought that made faustine crawl forth, past the vultures and the half-sunken bodies of weeks old bodies. the gnarled trees made way for her and the ground seemed to open for her, to the point where she could stop and place her full weight upon it. [yearling; lvl 2 ranger:+1 dice to hunt rolls]

luck rol:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 9 + 2 + 17 + 12

code: cala | art: drifty

she recognizes the roar that faustine looses - and perhaps despite her better judgment, she casts a sly smirk at @Ludivine and pulls herself from where she's been lounging. a flick of her tail at @Gauthier and she's off, trotting towards the yearling. she has no interest in fighting her again, no interest in teaching a lesson. this? this is purely for her sadistic pleasure. emotional torment is just as delightful for the bitch as physical bloodletting. she arrives in the bog, sloshing through the muck and sour earth with a curl to her lip, though her eyes never waver from her target. léontine lurches atop a nearby felled tree, clawing her way up to perch there. she says nothing to the yearling, merely hunches close to the lumber and waits for her instructions, an amused sort of twist to the corners of her dark lips. 5 years, no bonus hunt luck Rolling 5d20: 6 + 7 + 1 + 13 + 10

+10 Exercise to gain strength - sept double xp
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system sept double xp
+10 Maintain your weapons - Sept double xp

One Year, no bonus

The swamplands were much like a second home to her now, the first being the snowy expanse the Deity within her hailed from. As each day, she trained taut muscle beneath flesh. Today she'd opted for felling smaller trees in the Bog, using her front paws and putting all strength behind each shove. In between these sets, she took her time to carefully sharpen her claws. They left deep cuts upon tree bark and then she continued.

That went on for an hour or so until her body was screaming in protest. Then the voice of another beconing them to a hunt caught the Reborn's attention, and she followed it. There was one girl, of Wolfbron, so far. Her stench made her nose wrinkle with distaste. Perhaps that distracted her and she did not see a second woman lurking in the tree-tops.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 13 + 3 + 9 + 20

and i could've died last night

but i heard the the voice of a smaller god

code by corvus

IANTHE

1 Y | No Bonuses

Ashanti peppers must be plentiful this time of year, Ianthe has been able to gather all she needs and then some each time she prowls through the grove.
With a veritable bounty of birthing herbs stuffed in her pouch, the princess winds her way through the knotted tangle of tree roots, until her paws sink into cold, wet earth.

The bog isn’t too dissimilar from the mire, though the damp scent of decaying vegetation is much stronger here. Ianthe thinks about how to utilize the terrain in the hunt – she can move quickly in the muddy pockets of water, and she knows how to conceal herself under the shallow trees. On a rare occasion, she might be a benefit rather than a burden.

Double exp event

Nursemaid:
+10 participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 gather herbs for nursing or birthing

Erudite:
+10 practice the skills of another trade (use the terrain to your advantage)

coded by flea

lvl 1 ranger / 6 yrs old / no bonus

Unaware to a rather large part of their history in Amaryllis; Neculai joins into the hunt led by @Faustine without any hesitation. Coming back into the lands of Amaryllis, he had the dire need to enhance his skills and do better for the pride he joins, to better provide for those within.

He nods to those who may search out his gaze, but overall focuses in on his place in the hunt. His gaze trails over the marks in the ground, following them, studying them, much like the scents that swirled on the air. The thrill of hunting burns at his bones, and he is eager to get his taste.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 17 + 13 + 16 + 5

+20 Join another Ranger’s group hunt (2x xp)
+10 Study and track footprints (2x xp)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (2x xp)

Valeria moved quickly when she saw others beginning to gather. The bog was not a place she would typically chose to venture into on a typical day, but the opportunity to join the hunt was too good to resist. She was feeling good about the progress she was making, and liked the way it felt to be part of a successful hunt. More than that, she liked the idea of making her father proud the next time they hunted together with the pride. Would the difference in her skill and her confidence be noticeable? She hoped so. She didn’t need praise or a lot of attention, just to know that she was helping her family.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 17 + 4 + 6 + 19

1 year, no bonus

+10 Take down easy or medium prey OR +20 Take down hard or extra hard prey
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+20 Join another Ranger’s group hunt

art & code by vasilia

{3 years | No bonus}

It was a sick joke that she had managed to wander back to this godforsaken smelly pit. Her distracted feet had led her once more to the bog. It was too late to turn back - the tarry fingers of the bog had already drawn sticky circles around her pale wrists before yanking her into a putrid embrace. With a sigh of defeat, Lune looked around squinting at the foliage. Maybe there would be something new she would find in the bog's murky depths now that she was looking for a second time.

Cautiously, Lune placed on paw in front of the other, trying to avoid dipping into the black waters as much as possible. She spotted some Angel's Trumpet off to the side, growing in the hollow of a felled tree. A poison - that was pretty much the extent of Lune's knowledge. She would have to collect some of it and test it out - but only when the perfect opportunity arose. Lune was careful to make her collection with her feet, careful not to let any of the leaves get too close to her face - lest she inhale any of them. After she had finished collecting, the girl looked around the bog. Thankfully, she was not in suspense long before she heard the call for a hunt.

Lune pushed her collection back in the base of the tree for safe keeping before taking off in the direction of the call. She was pleased to see that other were joining as well. This should be fun.

Medic Experience
+ 10 (x2) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (1/2)
+ 10 (x2) Collet herbs (1/2)
+ 10 (x2) Study the flora of a neutral territory (1/2)

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 18 + 15 + 17 + 3

7 years, no bonus

Thanks to an active pregnancy, her recovery postpartum had been physically easy. There was no denying the mental toll it all had taken on her... but for now, that could all be cast aside. After her last adventure to the bog, it had gathered more of her attention and drew her back like a moth to flame. She is drawn to the group as the scent of multiple lions hits her nose, and ultimately she takes the chance that it is like the last few times where people were gathering out of hunger. As the cleric approaches, it's easy to see that is exactly the case, and she even spots few familiar faces. With a curt bow of her head, she murmurs under her breath a soft blessing for them all as they once again gather to hunt. This time, however, she would need to bring back some of the spoils for her growing mouth to feed. " May Maua grant us success in our hunt today so that we may fill our bellies and provide for our families. " Her prayer is said aloud, a simple smile following suit on her inky lips as she stands by, waiting.

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

2yo, no bonus
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 9 + 3 + 6 + 11

"You get that during a hunt?" the lioness would ask of @Mithril, traipsing up to his side with a friendly and confident beam; gesturing with her chin to the minor wound he wore. Poking up from between her toes was a sprouting branch of Neem; serrated leaves collected moments before from a nearby growth.

"Let me dress it for you, and you can dress mine?" her back leg flicked out vaguely to present the shallow scathe that ran down her right hock, also from a hunt. Mithril is dark and broody, but Aphid regards him with a keen interest, making no effort to shield the almost-desperate way her eyes trailed his wound, eager to get her paws on it.

No sooner is her attention grasped by a nearby crop of African Ginger - unfurling inelegantly from a nearby stump in plumes of green.

+10 (x2 XP) Collect herbs 1/2
+10 (x2 XP) Collect herbs 1/2
+10 (x2 XP) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system 1/2

_{art by yumpy}

one year, +1 dice to hunt rolls
Falling into the area with a soundless gait, she follows after her half-sister in deep thought. Wondering what she was up to and awkwardly wondering if her assumptions were correct. Sometimes it felt like her half-siblings didn't exactly take pleasure in the twins. That they were nothing but a blight upon the family. Truth was, she only vaguely remembered being disgustingly looked at by one of them once but couldn't remember who had done it. Daneri wanted them to like her but she also recognized that she wasn't going to spend her entire life trying to make up for things she couldn't control. Seeing that her sister was busy, Daneri crouched quietly by herself, sighed and waited to begin.

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 1 + 11 + 3 + 15

+10 - take part in a successful hunt
+10 - participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt systemBG — ART — CODE