4 years, Lvl 2 Ranger (+1 to Hunt Rolls)

The 'snap' of bone is a resounding, sickening thing that echoes across the flat expanse of the tundra's browning fields, terribly loud in the glacial silence that so often keeps the icy lake encased in its spell. But it is not truly such an ominous occurrence, this time. It merely marks the end of the entertainment Viveka can extract from the antelope bone that now laid shattered at her paws. There's not much the wolfish woman can do with any of this carcass's remnants, in fact, now that her fangs have stripped the last of the gristle from its pale skeleton and rotting hide.

But she is not yet satisfied.

So she leaves the carrion behind to bleach in the rays of the distant sun, her head held high against the nipping wind, nostrils flaring in search of something fresh to satiate her hunger. The herds have not abandoned the northern lands just yet, and the Rike huntress trotted over the crushed grass and churned earth their hooves had left in their wake, the anticipation bubbling up in her blood until she was loping through the tundra at a brisk pace, the stretch of her muscles a familiar companion.

A natural prelude, perhaps, to the bloodshed that she sought.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 3 + 19 + 6 + 2

+10 Exercise to gain strength (excluding spars) (x2 Exp)
+10 Maintain your weapons (care for teeth) (x2 Exp)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (x2 Exp)


"SPEECH"

code by scorpixia♡︎

4 yr, no bonus
(1/2) +10 Study the landscape of an area (double xp event)
(1/2) +10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (double xp event)
He hadn't been this close to the Summit since the recent pride challenge. Arkyn was unsure why he was traveling through the freeze and toward the lake, but with a mind that was caught up with many other thoughts (like the upcoming birth of his children) his paws carried him aimlessly until he realized where he were. Yellow eyes glance around, taking in the frozen source of water and the pine trees that dotted around it. They were covered with a thick layer of snow, just like the crunchiness of it beneath his paws. The chill ran right through him and caused for a low growl to rumble in his chest, giving himself a good shake - he was never a big fan of colder climates, even if he did call the peaks his home for now.

The scent of prey catches his attention and the Viking begins to stalk toward it, soon coming across the same woman he's seen several times before. "I think we should introduce ourselves at this point," comes his gruff words, giving the lioness a devious grin. "Arkyn." There was no point or need to give out his last name.

@Viveka

luck

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 18 + 8 + 2 + 6

art by 86, table by gunner

7 years, no bonus

The air is crisper here, she realizes much later than intended. Even with her lungs becoming smooshed from pregnancy, the cooler air of the lake soothes her throat and nostrils as she inhales every breath. It was quite refreshing against the staler air of her den in the Hollows, a welcome reprieve indeed. The charcoal woman roamed around at a decent pace, just enough that she catches the scent of a few others in the area. With curiosity piqued, the shaman makes her way towards the source of the smells, locating the pair fairly easily against the terrain around the lake. She approaches cautiously, dipping her head to both of them respectively as she falls into a lope behind @Viveka, assuming her intent was to find some snacks too.

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 15 + 2 + 3 + 18 + 9 + 11

they are careful acquaintances at this point. imogen shivers as she approaches, ears tipped forward as the large male introduces himself to the darkly woman. there is another, monochrome and quite pregnant that she recognizes, formidable despite her blessed condition. the mossy gray cat suppresses a shiver as snow clings to her fur and lashes, patient, yet desperate to continue moving if it presents the opportunity to warm herself up. she announces her presence and dedication to the hunt with a chirruping mrrr, paws shifting beneath her so that they do not freeze solid to the crisp earth.


double exp
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

3 years | no perks
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 9 + 7 + 2 + 11

CODE BY JAVS

Age: 4 Bonus: Nope

+10 (5x2) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 (5x2) Learn something interesting about a character
+10 (5x2) Practice covering your tracks

Here it is dawn but the fall is no brighter, only more bitter. All this nothingness made her want to clutch it. She could see why others challenged for the Summit. It did aspire one to greatness to see that peak all occupied and this downstairs ice sheet so uncozy. Toblerone, in a rare fit of productivity, was awake and scouting at dawn's light, enjoying these northern reaches while they were still bearable. She was huge and thick-coated. She could handle it.

Unfortunately, or perhaps enviously, she was not the only one. That other giant even had the gall to come here pregnant. As though she had anywhere near the fortitude and strength that Toblerone possessed. She squint, studying the curve of the stomach, and fighting another envious wave. If Toblerone got pregnant then she could hunt too, plus have others willing to hunt for her. She'd get attention. And then, children. Their free adoration.

She pushed this speculation aside. It yielded like sticky candy, like the starchy mass of dissolved cotton. The lioness wandered up to the same familiar group wearing the same familiar aloofness, steps slow and hind paws scuffing to dirty up the tracks she left. It was hard to completely hide one's passage here... but to make her path look like another's, ah, that might be possible. Her nostrils twitched. It was cold. The air hurt.

She finally heard a name, and the lack of surname caught a tilt of her ears. "Toblerone...." she offered, a silent question without a forthcoming argument, gazing after that male @Arkyn. Was he like her? A mayfly - nameless until retirement, near to death. But more importantly: did she care? She did not wish to be seen showing too much interest in someone.

Hunt luck:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 7 + 1 + 8 + 17

7 yr, lvl 2 ranger: +1 hit to hunts
(1/2) +20 Join another Ranger’s group hunt (double xp event)
(1/2) +10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (double xp event)
(1/2) +10 or +20 Take down easy, medium, hard or extra hard prey (dice-roll) (double xp event)

She must have been out of her mind to come near somewhere so cold. Even if she did have thicker fur than most, it didn't mean Artemisia enjoyed being in frigid temperatures. But while she was here and had scented some prey in the near distance, as though she might as well see if any others had gathered due to the smells, as well. And to her assumption, there were. Earthen body pads towards them, stopping a little ways while she looks them all over. She stays silent, her body slipping into a low crouch and her claws unsheathing halfway and floppy ears twitching. She was ready to bring down something, and hopefully something big for all of them to share.

luck

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 1 + 10 + 2 + 18

ART BY IRISH / CODING BY SENTINEL

1yo, no bonus
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 8 + 1 + 7 + 10

The dawn is cold at a chilly autumn sun peek sup over the horizon. Birdie finds herself quite blatantly convinced she'd gone mad - or at least somebody had. Who would dare to occupy this god-forsaken terrain by choice? Whatever herbivore they now hunted was not exempt from that judgement.

"Birdie Frei," she greets the group on arrival with a wry smile, aware the hunting party were seemingly on a name basis by this point. This time, the youngster invites herself to the side of @Imogen, a small olive-coloured woman, "So, what's your play?" she addresses the woman keenly - duo-toned gaze intent with a quiet mirth. "I'm going to bet you're the speed of this operation - but definitely not the sort for a take-down." Not with a body of such insignificance anyhow.

+20 Participate in a group or pride event
+20 Win a bet against someone else
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

_{ART — CODE}

faustine had been sharpening her claws against the frozen rocks near the glacier lake when she noticed them, lions upon lions congregating together in a group hunt. her own body was wet from the brief dip in the lake, so a hunt would be nice to warm herself up. not that faustine, with her thick coat prepped for the winter season, needed it. a hunt was an excuse for her to sink her fangs into the warm and pliant flesh of an unfortunate soul. she licked her lips and followed, seeking the least walked terrain to make her own fresh pair of tracks into the snow. though this was a group hunt, faustine would rather nobody noticed her. here, she could not camouflage, she could not easily hide her thick stench either. still, she preferred going amiss amongst a group of strangers. her claws were still unsheathed, idly scratching against the ground as she waited. [yearling; no bonus]

hunt roll

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 14 + 19 + 20 + 12

code: cala | art: drifty

3 years // no bonus

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

It seemed to be that time of year again, when random hunts just kept popping up around Amaryllis. Hero wasn't complaining, but it was a weird occurrence all the same without breaking the fourth wall. The cold was always a welcomed climate to the fluffy Hodari boy, especially now that he had returned home to the mountains. It wasn't such a long trek to the freeze like it had been when he lived in the Rainforest. Looking out over the frozen expanse gave sight to the growing congregation of lions in the distance. Before approaching, though, the masked lion took a moment to himself. "Spirits of the lands, please bless this hunt so that we may find success enough to feed all those who participate. Guide our teeth and claws to make purchase on whatever our target shall be, and keep safe those who endeavor to take on the challenge." Hero was never certain if this sort of blessing really worked, but he always figured it couldn't hurt to give them a little boost if possible. He'd done it the last time all these hunts popped up, and so he'd do it again. No one had ever gotten seriously injured, and they had always felled the target.... so... yeah, he was going with that it worked. With his blessing bestowed, the obsidian lion moved forward to join the group, curious as to what they'd find out here by the lake.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 6d20: 20 + 15 + 19 + 1 + 5 + 16

table | art

5 yrs | no bonus

Though the world became truly freezing past the mountains, and she really had a time limit to being here thanks to her thin coat, Tilly had realised sometimes the greatest opportunities came with great risk. This was true for hunting, as many other things.

Tilly treks her way alongside the great frozen lake, taking in it’s majesty. She thought this was quite the landmark. Visible from the snowy trails above and from the tundras. If she ever had to meet someone in these lands, perhaps this would be a good place to meet. It is easy to pick out the figures of lions along it’s shore and Tilly trots to catch up the sizeable group, realising quickly it seemed to be an intended hunt. Anything to get her paws moving, she was freezing! She looks on, not keen on small talk lest it betray the chatter of her teeth.

Hunt Luck Roll: 

Rolling 6d20: 2 + 3 + 15 + 6 + 10 + 9

art © drifty, code © hinter