+20 Join Another Ranger's Group Hunt - Double XP
+10 Study and track footprints - Double XP
+10 Practice concealing your scent - Double XP

The ground was wet below her feet. It sucked down on her toes and she struggled to take a few steps until she found more dry ground to get up upon. Fortunately that meant she already had a nice coating of thick mud to mask her scent upon her. And as much trouble as she was having... maybe something else was? Maybe something was stuck and in need of saving? Of sorts. She found what she thought was footprints, hard to tell in this wet landscape, and she began to follow them. Eventually she realized they weren't prey but another lion's tracks through the dirt. Others joined the first set. Cautiously Thisbe approached, looking to get a quick meal out of this opportunity. Hopefully this was not a super coordinated effort and she could get a bite without having to fight much for her right...

6 Years / No Bonus
Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 3 + 12 + 20 + 18

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2 years, no bonus

There was a subtle reek to the bog, a stench that made her wrinkle her nose in distaste. She had trailed the hoofprints of a beast into the mud and yuck, moving at a languid sort of pace. Eisa did not particularly think that she liked this sort of place, and definitely didn't know how anyone could want to be here- could want to live in this kind of environment. When she finds a hunting party, her eyes rove over the group- recognizing the default leader of the group from others... but not knowing her name. She didn't see any other familiar faces, and so Eisa just kept to herself, at the right flank of the group- waiting for the signal.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 1 + 6 + 18 + 3

potential xp: (double exp event- september)
+20 - join another ranger's group hunt
+20 - take down hard or extra hard prey OR
+10 - take down medium or easy prey
+10 - participate in a rolled hunt

ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY LARS

 

1 year with no bonuses
Mithril would not have wandered into the bog except in need. He disliked the way his paws squished in the muck, how the mud stuck to his coat. However, he was too hungry to pay much attention to anything except the twisting of his belly. The yearling had been wholly unprepared to live as a rogue — in particular, finding his own food had proved harder than he’d ever imagined, and he’d relied on dumb luck for too long. He needed to learn how to hunt if he ever hoped to survive the winter. He knew he’d be more successful in a group, so when he’d found the multiple trails that had led into the bog, he had followed.

And soon, he located the group. They were mostly unfamiliar faces, and even the ones Mithril recognized, he avoided — choosing instead to linger in the back, where he wouldn’t feel obligated to acknowledge anyone. Lowering his body, Mithril used the brush to conceal as much of his presence as he could, and waited for the lesson in hunting.

Paladin - Double XP event
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

Hunt Luck Roll

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 20 + 14 + 7 + 12

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over the country club

the night seemed to fit the bog, even if it made the mud awfully cold. she shivers at the touch, even if she should be used to it by now; with how far she's tracked into the bog, her legs are coated in the stuff. it reaches all the way up to her leggy elbows, obscuring her fur from view until she looks more like her sister. it's... not a good feeling, and she doesn't quite like the way it feels as it dries. but, Ah, she's too far in now to turn around and so she keeps going. it's only when she catches sight of another, lurking in the shadows, does she realize she's stumbled on another hunting party. quietly she keeps to the shadows then, intent on staying close but still out of their way -- and out of their view. for no reason other than it was fun, and because she could. well, hopefully. she might not realize it, either, but the bog's muck helps cover her own scent -- and will help her hide. And then, she thinks -- as hard as she can -- for success. For blood and mud and meat. A blessing, only the kind that a little cannibal can give.

lazare is attempting to hide ~

+20 Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters)
+20 Sneak into a group without getting caught
+20 cast a blessing on a group

code by flea, art by irish

miss the moonlight,

of all the places she's been to on this island, this was probably her least favorite. the very ground below was soft and pliable -- her weight sank into the bog with every step. it forced her to slow down and pay closer attention, lest she slip into the muck entirely. by the time she hears the sound of a call -- summoning for a hunt -- her mood is already sour and her day, ruined. nearly as ruined as her fur. still, it seems a missed opportunity to not join the hunt and so she comes. flecked with the muck of the bog, she glances to those already gathered -- a few of them familiar, albeit covered in more mud than she remembers. it helps soothe her irate mood, and she almost smiles to see that they're all the same, muddy boat. ah, well. ears tick forward as she rolls her muscles beneath her pelt, ready -- eager to get this over, and to get a bath.

6 years, no bonuses

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 8 + 1 + 20 + 18

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

code by flea, art by rabbit ♥

3 years // no bonus

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

A night spent wandering the grove brought the obsidian lion upon a growing group of lions. Did they really plan to hunt out here? In the bog? To each their own, he supposed. Maybe to his own as well. Never one to pass up an opportunity for a bit of extra food to take back to the pride, Hero opted to take part. Knowing how treacherous the sodden land could be, though, especially at night, the cleric paused a moment before getting too close to be heard just yet. "Spirits of the land, bless this hunt and guide us to safety. Aid us in this endeavor so that we may nourish our bodies and better serve the lands in turn." Where these words ever came from, the Hodari wasn't certain, but he'd yet to take part in a hunt that wasn't successful, so he'd keep doing what he was doing, and hope that it had some sort of positive impact on the outcome. With his blessing bestowed, Hero moved closer to slip into position among the rest.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 6d20: 12 + 14 + 11 + 7 + 13 + 3

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if the thicket left him disquiet for its narrow pathways and thick vegetation, then surely the bog will displease him, too. it reminds him of the mire, though -- his home for now. this place feels worse, though, if only because he doesn't have to be here. a mistake, his own folly. still he comes, having followed the waterway up until it bled out from its banks and instead, coated the ground with the muck here. brackish water wets his paws and ankles until it turns thicker and soupier, more mud than anything. he keeps going, intent on joining the hunting party that gathers here. he might've thought they would be better off gathering in a place like the gardens, or the fields, but he was not the ranger in charge, here. he shoots her a look though, curious more than anything, and decides to follow in her wake; surely she had brought them here for a reason, hmm?

5 years, no bonuses

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 17 + 4 + 11 + 7

+10 Scout a neutral territory
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Take part in a successful hunt

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{3 years | No bonus}

Night fall turns the land into something out of a cautionary fairytale. Trees gnarl and twist themselves into insatiable beasts thirsting for flesh. Shadows stretch long and ominous, whispering malice in the quiet night air. In the shadows, Lune stalks. The bog clings to her like rot, she uses the stench of the grimy waters to cover her sweet smell. A necessary precaution for those who are not used to slinking in the darkness. Scanning the murky water, she tries to remember why she came here. There was an herb she was looking for. But it escapes her as the mud pulls down her silly, golden hairs. It is only a temporary moment of desperation for she hears the call of a hunt.

Confusion blooms across her face as she glances around. Disgust prickles her nose at the thought of gorging on a swamp creature but the rumble of her stomach scolds her pride. Who knows what delicious lie in wait in the darkness. Lune follows the call, not bothering to shake off the mud of the bog for more would simply cling to her given the chance. Her eyes sparkle, lighting up as she see a hunting group has already gathered. Her night travels haven't left her in the mood for chatter, especially the kind of chatter than can be exhausting amongst strangers. She takes a place a little off to the side of the group but still within earshot. Waiting.

+ 10 (x2) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+ 10 (x2) Take part in a successful hunt
+ 10 (x2) Practice covering your scent

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 13 + 19 + 1 + 11

1 year, no bonus

+10 Exercise to gain endurance (excluding spars)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

+10 Maintain your weapons

He's sprinting across the wetland, raining loose earth and mud behind him. His hulking form cleaves through the stagnant swamp air, his sides heaving with extertion. It's not an optimal place to exercise, but the sludge that stalls his movements makes a nice additional challenge.

He slows when he sees a large congregation of lions, quiet aside from a few voices. He saunters up to the group, his heartbeat still loud in his ears. Claws unsheathe and he sharpens them on a proximate tree, before placing his legs back down underneath him and lowering himself to a crouch.

hunt luck roll:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 11 + 3 + 5 + 19

code to pine

okay so it was kind of gross, but it was also very convenient for hiding. and masking ones scent and appearance, really. della didn't mind getting dirty; in fact she was rather enjoying herself! rolling in the mud until she practically blended in to the background, surely making her stink to high heaven. at least no prey (or other lions) were likely going to smell her now!

and then she did what she did best and hunkered down to hide. peering through the roots of a water-logged tree she watched the group grow larger, quieting her breathing and being careful not to make any noise. if she could remain unnoticed with such a large group then surely that meant she was very talented. right? right!?

della is attempting to hide


+20 Sneak into a pride or group without getting caught
+20 Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters)
+10 Practice hiding your scentBG — ART BY RIOT — CODE