5 years, no perks

It was a rather windy day in the desert, and every now and then Fable had to squint against the wall of loose sand that buffeted him after a gust came and went. With the sun beaming down at his back, he stood atop a dune that’d no doubt be corroded down by the end of the day if the wind kept up like this, but for now, it worked as his perch. From here, he could see indentations of where a scent trail led, tracks led in that direction, though they were already too buried to identify what kind of creature it was.

Descending the slope, he let out a few chuffs for his pride mates to come and aid him in this hunt. He carefully followed the disappearing tracks, trying to identify the creature that made them as he waited for the others to show.


Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 5 + 20 + 19 + 12

[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

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~ Roussel is observing ~
The boy had been trying to take a comfortable nap in the sun when the rise in the wind had delivered him a rude awakening in the form of sand being tossed into his face. He jolts upwards, coughing and sputtering, paws stumbling away in search of some sort of shelter before he his mind was even fully awake.

Maybe he should rethink this whole sunbathing out in the open thing. The desert was rarely friendly.

He's breathing a little hard by the time he makes it down one of the sloping dunes to use it as a windbreak, his muscles warmed by the impromptu training session that he would definitely label the jog if anyone asked. The sound of Fable's summons prompts Roussel to look up, the irritation in his mismatched eyes soon sharpening into an anticipatory gleam. The sand would be painted with the vibrant scarlets of prey blood, and the boy is eager to see the picture it creates this time.

Not that he bothers to move from his own spot nestled against the sand. Why should he do that, when he has perfect opportunity to judge what sort of hunters the Queen's pets really were?

Beatnik:
+10 Sunbathe or take a nap (x2)
+10 Slack off or shirk one's responsibilities (x2)

Paladin:
+10 Exercise to gain endurance (excluding spars) (x2)

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6 years, no bonus

She is rarely impressed, really doesn't care for the technicalities of pride life. If it weren't for the fact that they were expected to hunt so that they didn't starve... she wouldn't bother with it. When she hears @Fable 's chuffs, she is interested enough to rise to her paws and maneuver across the sands towards him. When she arrives it is only he and @Roussel. She glances towards her spawn, and actually gives him an approving nod. She's seen him at a lot of hunts lately- and he's at least doing something, which is more than she can say for most of the litter. Two of them, she had no clue about their whereabouts. The males were the only ones that had arrived. Yet, Helah does not speak to him and instead moves along Fable with a smirking grin.

Hunt Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 11 + 19 + 18 + 14

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6 years, no bonus

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Typically he wasn't one to care much about trivial things such as promptly answering a summoning call. But this one had that sound of a gathering hunt, and the man was typically one to leap at any opportunity to shed blood.

Thus far, the desert had been interesting. A different landscape than he was used to, and his paws still slipped in strange and unexpected ways when he stepped wrong, but he was getting the hang of the shifting ground. So he was a little slower to arrive than some others, but arrived with curiosity (anticipation) burning in his strange eyes and an eager grin on his face. Ideally, something would die today, and that was always thrilling. He hoped it was bloody, that the thing they found struggled and fought and succumbed anyway.

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Hunt Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 13 + 7 + 4 + 8

code by corvus || pattern

HUNT REQUEST
— RESULTS —

Rolled Prey: Medium - Wildebeest
Number of Prey Animals: 2

Hunting Party Stats: 3 Adults = 6d20
Lion Hits: 3 + 5 luck = 8
Prey Dodges: 2

Lion Successful Hits: 6

LIONS HAVE WON!

dice were rolled in discord by @AbjectTerrier. You can play out the remainder of the hunt however you’d like.

Fable paused in his pursuit for a few moments, distracted by movement just beyond one of the dunes. A young lion nestled in the sand there, and his eyes were upon Fable. The colorful Crow offered the kid a smile, though he didn't linger upon him for long. Helah and one other joined him for the hunt, and it would appear that'd be all he got.

Still, it was enough. He didn't expect to bring down any sort of rhino or anything. He just wanted some food, and he wanted to stock the pride stores. His study of the tracks nearly decimated by the gusting winds revealed two wildebeests ahead.

This was Fable's time to shine in front of Helah, so he was absolutely one of them to take down one of the wildebeests. Growing up hunting for most of his life (both as a necessity and a trade), there was plenty of life experience Fable sat upon that helped in this endeavor.

Eventually, both beasts were downed and the small trio could eat. Fable called out to the lingering cub (@Roussel) with a few chuffs, inviting him to eat before they'd dissect the animals and bring them back to the Oasis. /exit


[ranger xp]
+10 Successfully lead a small hunt (less than 5 lions)
+5 Take down easy or medium prey (dice-roll)
+5 Study and track footprints

drink a toast to the sun, to the things that may never come

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