I've sworn thee fair & thought thee bright

The abyss pelt shifted with each step as the Lorien Plains Baron searched their home. The food caches needed to be maintained. Merrill was ready to work, to prove deserving of their new title. Pointed ears swiveling, the lion(ess) patrolled near the edges of the pride’s borders, chuffing in the hope of drawing others in to assist.

The weather had shifted, rain lingering in the Plains as the days grew warmer. Today, a steady rain risked obscuring visibility, but a hunt still needed to happen. For the good of the entire pride. Their path meandered away from the borders, back toward the heart of pride territory. Shifting upwind, they eyed a small herd passing through their home. Merrill chuffed a few more times before turning their focus to flushing some form of prey away from the rest.

"3 yrs | pride t5, +1 | no trade hunt perks“
Prey Information:

Rolling largeprideprey 1d25: 12
Elephant Calf (hard level | 20 dodges)


Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 3d20: 15 + 1 + 9


Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 1 + 7 + 4 + 9

Possible trade xp: lead a hunt
- take down hard or extra hard prey

who art as black as hell, as dark as night

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The Plains in their great expanse harbored returning herds, especially with the return of summer green. Weimar, for all his boundless stomach, knew to leave an elephant herd alone. An ear flick of concern followed a summons for a hunt. Timing seemed suspicious. Was someone going after elephants? At least baby elephants were safe here, right? Not like it was tied to the reason he'd joined the pride. Not like the first time he'd seen Reti, it was because the male was trying to help an elephant. They were near sacred.

"I don't think we hurt elephants here," he pressed with a whine as he trotted up, his ears back and his chest puffing. Too much food not enough exercise lately. He held himself low and flipped his head back and forth between the stranger and the rather more present danger of the adult herd. He feared getting gored on one of those tusks slightly more than facing the disapproval of a stranger... but not by much. "Especially not a baby." But fish gotta swim, birds gotta eat, and a hunting lion needed to roll the dice.

3y | +1 hit T1 | no trade perks
Hunting Party Total Hits: 1
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 10 + 3

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 6d20: 15 + 8 + 3 + 5 + 17 + 19

The weather was warming, the rains were slowing a bit, but the work that needed done to keep the pride running smoothly was doing the opposite. With the warm weather came more prey, opportunities to refill food stores - and it was with great pleasure Reti noted that his new Barony @Merrill was hosting a hunt.

Quietly he padded towards the chuffs, gaze taking note of the black host of the hunt and the familiar figure of @Weimar in attendance. Hmmmm. His gaze flicked out over the grasses noting the young but large herbivore that was the likely target in the distance.

Three was a bit slim for such a difficult target. Reti added his own chuffs to the call, seeing if more members could be summoned to assist. If they wanted to all eat, more help would be needed.

His ears twitched a little catching Weimer's words "We do if that is the only thing we can find. Its not preferred but necessary sometimes. If you are not comfortable with this hunt, it is ok to sit out and assist the pride in other ways. I wont be upset." he assured the gentle hearted Weimer softly. It was not his favorite kind of prey to hunt - Reti still thought about Argdahl at times - and that made such a hunt more difficult. But there was a pride to feed, he had growing cubs, and life was often cruel by necessity.

Keeping his stance low and at the ready to avoid spooking the creature Reti decided to wait for the moment to see if more help would arrive. If the leader of the hunt decided they wished to proceed however, he would join in.

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10 | pride t5, +1 | | none
Hunting Party Total Hits: 2/20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 3d20: 11 + 9 + 16

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 19 + 20 + 6 + 9

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