Oh, how he loved the feel of the sand under his paws again. He’d lived much of his childhood in the nearby Obsidian Hollow, and the surrounding desert would always have a place in his heart. Hiccup had come to visit it not only to avoid the icy weather that had blanked much of Amaryllis in snow, but to soak in its familiarity, to feel like he was truly home again.

However, rather than relaxing in the sun as he originally planned, he found himself tracking prey. The ground was dusted with flurries, which made the trail very easy to follow. Curious, Hiccup let them take him onto a dune, but they disappeared behind another. He paused there to look around, wondering who else might be nearby and in need of lunch.

Chuffing lowly into the desert, he invited any listening ears to come and join him.

Four years old. Ranger Level 2: +1 dice to hunt rolls
Hunt Luck Roll

Rolling 6d20: 15 + 6 + 14 + 13 + 11 + 20

Hunt will be rolled as soon as 5 lions have joined!

Ranger - Double XP
+20 Successfully lead a large hunt (5+ lions)

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Septima was anxious about the mere concept of socialization, but there truly was no better way to look for her missing family than to.. actually looking for her missing family. Regardless of how it made her feel to step out of the safety of her home and into the cruel, cruel world, she forced herself to do so when an invitation to hunt erupted nearby. Septima shook off the worry for the time being and approached the scene cautiously, not wanting to disturb the preliminary measures already being implemented by its leader. She smiled at the man and dipped her head in silent greeting, happy to defer to his guidance and strategy. 4 y/o, no bonus Hunt Luck Roll: Rolling 5d20: 5 + 6 + 8 + 19 + 3

IANTHE

1 Y | No Bonuses

While not cold, the desert was noticeably less sweltering, almost tolerable. Even the vegetarian seemed to be relieved, as sprouts of nursing herbs were much more plentiful than the last time Ianthe had traversed the dunes.
She gathered the cluster of them growing out from a hillside, and did her best to clean the sand off before placing them in her bag.

In the near distance, Ianthe hears a chuff in the otherwise silent terrain. Leaving her herb bag on the hillside, unwilling to risk losing them in the chase, she follows it to the hunt.

Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 19 + 12 + 20 + 6

Double exp event

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

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5 years old, no perks
Azula was not used to the snow. She had noticed it blanketed the distant, mysterious lands far away. Yet, she held no interest in actually visiting. Her coat was short and sleek, and she would no doubt feel chilly if she found herself in such territories. So for now the desert witch stayed within the places that seemed familiar to her, the desert and the dunes.

Yet even here, she noticed the flurries upon the sand. It was strange, something she had experienced before. Within her homeland, summer was constant, the air hot and arid all year round. This was different, but she supposed she would adapt to it eventually.

Her ears twitched slightly as she heard a distant chuff, and carefully she would make her way over. A few lions had grouped up, the scent of prey in the air. The witch wouldn’t pass up on a meal, but she also wasn’t here to particularly make friends, so she stayed quiet. She was sure her presence was enough of a sign that she was willing to help.

In her head, she thought, May Neith bless us for this hunt and provide a bountiful meal for everyone today. A silent blessing for the hunting party that had gathered.

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December Y10 | 5 y/o | Rogue | in Scarab Dunes | Hunting
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 6d20: 18 + 3 + 9 + 1 + 2 + 6

+20 - Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group
+10 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

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The young shadow had swore never to visit the desert again, yet that was exactly where he found himself that morning. He’d come to study and collect the flora that somehow managed to grow in such dismal conditions, with hope that his expanding knowledge would better aid him as a young medic.

He was busy examining the dry, pinkish petals of the gambier plant when a summoning voice made his ear flick. The yearling turned his head around with a look of disinterest — however, when his stomach stirred at the idea and gave a hungry growl, he sighed. Mithril supposed he could do with some breakfast.

Leaving the gambier for the moment, the dark lion made his way toward where a hunting party had gathered. It was on the smaller side, which was fine by him. He’d witnessed too many swarms lately. Crouching low in the sand, Mithril inched his way closer and waited for the cue.

1 year with no perks
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 1 + 9 + 14 + 5

Medic - Double XP event
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Study the flora of a neutral territory
+10 Collect herbs

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3 Years / No Perks
Luck :

Rolling 6d20: 1 + 13 + 11 + 17 + 20 + 7

Maua watch over us, guide our paw and let our target not suffer needlessly. She could hear, she could feel, the gathering of those for a hunt. And today, with a prayer to Maua, she would join in with them. As she maneuvered closer she took the time to strike her paw upon a rock and bring forth her own blood, her own power, to press into the dirt and repay what they were about to take from the earth. Thank you. She preemptively whispered to herself, giving whatever creature they ended up taking down due respect for the sacrifice. Licking her lips they Dio made the last jaunt to the gathering group and looked around for the leader to start.

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5 yr., no bonus
(1/2) +10 Practice speed or strength (double xp event)
(1/2) +10 Complete a hunt in neutral territory using the hunt system (double xp event)
(1/2) +10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (double xp event)
The sands of the dunes was proving to be a rather challenging terrain to exercise on. The beast was running up and down a hill, wanting to practice his speed on a more tricky territory. The dunes provided that, and with how it was always shifting underneath his paws it was becoming quite the task. With a growl does he stop for the time being, an ear flicking as Smaug hears the chuffs of another. A hunt would perhaps help him with exercise, as well as give him a good meal, so he decides to jog in the direction the chuff had come from. Ember eyes take a good look at those who were already gathered before he made his way toward the back of the group, ready to keep their unsuspecting prey from escaping.

luck

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 3 + 11 + 12 + 7

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He had been busy scouting the odd territory that day. The sand shifted and moved under his paws like nothing Matayo had yet encountered, a faint heat radiating from the earth despite the chill of the forests in those weeks. The young cat looked ahead to a particularly large outcropping of vegetation: perhaps the largest he had seen among the barren dunes in all his wandering.

Then, a glint of a scent across the breeze. Matayo twitched his whiskers forward and drank in what notes he could, excitement brewing in his chest at the prospect of a warm meal. Spirits knew he could certainly use one of those after wandering alone for so long. He picked up his pace to join the outskirts of the grouping of other felines, gaze glistening with the unrealized desire to mingle with them. For the moment, he would stick to business.

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|| december y10 | 1y - 6m | lone creature | at scarab dunes | no bonus | @Hiccup @flea ||
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 2 + 4 + 17 + 18

+20 - Explore a territory and find something useful in it (sept double XP)
+20 - Find a notable landmark in a territory (sept double XP)
+10 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (sept double XP)

five years, no bonus
Thankfully for him and his rather thin peach-colored coat, the heat wasn't too terrible out in the dunes. Likely not even when it was full summer but the temperature out here certainly made it a lot easier to exercise. The mind wasn't attempting to play tricks on him and tell him that he was weakened by the sun and his body wasn't wearing down quite as quickly.

Legs were certainly making the moves as he rushed across the sand, learning from the compression in the sand as his paws moved and how to maneuver into it. The best he had figured out was to roll with the sinking feeling and let it guide him which had, thus far, not hurt his endurance.

Instead, he began to slow to a steady stop as he say a few animals that had gathered. All unfamiliar to him and he couldn't exactly pinpoint if any of them were even remotely friendly but he sidled up towards them anyways. Keeping his distance while also allowing his peripheral to keep track should any of them look in his direction with anything less than fervent anger.

Eventually casting his paw to a large rock at his side, slipping a claw or two along its surface as he sharpened his claws. He might've attempted to lift it to his longer fangs but he was certain to look like a rock-eater if he did that. So he kept to the motion of sliding one claw after another along the rocks surface, intent on making sure that he was ready for their prey (or anything else that swung his way).

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 9 + 14 + 16 + 5

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

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Much to his girls' chagrin, the family had been getting used to the sand in recent days. It was far grittier at the cove than in the desert, however, and more compact than the landscape shifting between his massive paws that day. He had spotted a group of cats up ahead supposedly putting on another group chase, and the Swoll King was determined to get those gainz.

He surged forward along the perimeter with hulking muscles to assist in the chase, trying to angle himself so that he could better reach their target for the take down when the time was right.

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|| december y10 | four years | CC lion | at scarab dunes | no bonus ||
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 9 + 12 + 5 + 13

+20 - Participate in a group training event (Sept double XP)
+10 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (Sept double XP)
+10 - Exercise to gain strength (Sept double XP)

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