1 year with no bonuses
The sound that summoned any nearby predators was not entirely lion, but Mithril answered anyway. He was a little curious to see what was calling out (he knew of no other felines that lived as his kind did), yet more than that, he was famished. The hungry yearling, made hungrier by the idea of a fresh meal, moved across the field toward the source — a small, striped thing, who’d lured in plenty of claws to aid her in her evening hunt. Mithril didn’t move in to close to any of them — rather, he lingered in the back, pressed low in the grass. He’d allow the older, more skilled hunters to make the first move before joining in, as backup. He just hoped that whatever they found would have enough meat on it to go around.

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

Hunt Luck Roll

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 14 + 2 + 19 + 20

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under the chemtrails 
over the country club

the sun sinks lower and lower in the sky, and she should be heading back to the bluffs. but, as always, the princess gets distracted. she is chasing a butterfly eagerly -- pouncing and hoping in its wake, before she lands heavy in the ground. her ankle twinges in pain -- not twisted, but aching suddenly, and when she looks up again the butterfly is gone. she huffs softly, and the sound is echoed by lelia's call -- it hits her ears in a funny way, unsure if it was real at first or not. but, ah! it is! quietly lazare makes her way forward, curious and intent to see what was happening. it's another hunt and this one, too, she does not join. instead she keeps to the shadows, intent on watching if not helping. well... helping in her own way. it doesn't involve actually hunting, but she offers it regardless - a little silent prayer. uncurling behind her incisors for only the breeze to hear; a blessing for the feast to come. the fields' tall grass helps keep her location secret from the others and helps mask her own scent until she smells like the wilds and not the bluffs. despite her intention her attention is still split -- half between the hunt in progress, and the way the darkening sky throws strange shadows over the tall grass...

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,

the oncoming night rolls in, darkening the sky beyond the clouds, and kassandra stands beneath it all. the fields are open and flat, perfect for viewing both the sky and the land itself. with such cloud cover she doubts she'll get to even glimpse a star; fortunately for her, there is plenty here on the ground to keep her distracted. the chuff catches her attention and she comes as called, quietly comforted by the strange faces that were slowly becoming more and more familiar. no names to put to them, but at least she's seen some of them before. a nod is given as she settles in, ready and waiting. her stomach aches for something more than dinner but dinner will have to come first; it will have to be enough for now.

6 years, no bonuses

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 3 + 10 + 5 + 20

+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 ♥

the day wanes but that does not stop him. his paws itch with the urge to traveL and so he does just that; putting miles and miles between himself and the mire. it brings him to the fields, of all places, a placid little place that seemed sheltered and separated from the rest of the island. it was quiet -- or maybe that was just from the twilight? -- and it allows him to hear the call, easily enough. always a beast of opportunity, the jackal finds himself joining the ever-growing group -- settling in wordlessly with them all. he was here and happy to help, even if pointed ears twitched this way and that. not quite trusting them, even if he'd lend aid in their pursuit. still, the insects of the fields filled the empty air enough for him too, and he waits with thinly-veiled patience.

5 years, no bonuses

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 19 + 18 + 4 + 10

+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}

It was not good-natured, innocent curiosity that summoned the golden girl to the fields. No, instead it was an unfamiliar but not all that unfamiliar call that pulled Lune to the fields today. It was unmistakable the call of a hunt - one that she never refused. She shifts her svelte frame in the direction of the call, ears alert as she crunches through dried grasses. Curiosity and hunger burn in Lune's belly and she approaches the group. How interesting. Lune is not so much surprised to see herself amongst and large group of lions, but that the one in charge was a tiger. The girl let her eyes drift from face to face among the others in the group. She couldn't discern if others were surprised or if she was simply ignorant of others customs. Maybe this is typical for these lions, maybe they all know each other? Lune certainly had no clue and didn't want to call any attention to her inadequacies. Instead, she moved in closer towards the group, hoping to learn more from any conversations before the hunt began.

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

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 1 + 13 + 18 + 7

2 years, no bonus Dusk draws down as he stalks the trail of hoofprints in the grass. These tracks are older, the scent of quarry already worn away. All the more reason to move quickly. He urges himself onward at a brisk pace, familiar enough with the area to guess where his prey might have gone even in places where the grass is overrun and the prints become indistinguishable. Finally, it seems his efforts pay off— the scent of lion is carried toward him, and now he abandons his wearying tracking efforts, erupting instead into a run, seeking to meet the group of felines before they start without him. Hunt Luck Roll: Rolling 5d20: 13 + 16 + 14 + 1 + 5 +10 Exercise to gain endurance (excluding spars) +10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

code by shaz

birdie frei

1yo, no bonus
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 4 + 2 + 18 + 15

This hunt at least held some more excitement for the youngster; with adults no doubt a-plenty, but teenagers present too. Most specifically, Birdie's duo-toned eyes are drawn to the presence of @Mithril - a dark and broody male who loitered quietly in the back of the group, his belly low and sights set.

"Can I bother you for a favour?" she asks the dark stranger, long strides carrying her close with a seamlessness devoid of the stealth he exuded. With heavy lids her pale maw is taut beneath the whisper of a smirk, mischevious, realising only now that her elder brother was present. Oh well, she'd much prefer to ignore him and mooch some assistance off a boy.

"There's a leech behind my ear," and she would crane the thickness of her neck in an effort to reveal it to him.

+20 Have another character perform a task or favour for you
+20 Participate in a group or pride event
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

code by flea

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

The fields are a perfect place to exercise, and so he does, his staccato heartbeat pounding in his ears as he pushes his overburdened body to the limit. He pelts across the flats with surprising speed for someone his size, his strides powerful and limber.

A chuff forges clearly across the fields, and the large gathering of lions isn't hard to miss in the plain terrain. So he slows, filing cautiously into the group, his sides still heaving from extertion. Claws unsheathe and he sharpens them on a nearby tree, keeping and ear and eye out for any potential prey that might appear.

hunt luck roll:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 14 + 19 + 12 + 4

code to pine

2 years, ranger level 2

Io walked into the filed wanting to hunt for the pride, even if she was no one in the pride she was still working hard for them to be fed. And with that mission in mind she came here to do so.

But as she came into view she spotted a large hunting group, many lions were gathering for a hunt. Naturally she gravitated towards them, and she wasn't going to turn away a chance for a meal to bring back with her. She picked her spot, walking against the wind to conceal her scent. And since today was a bit windy she wanted to use it to her advantage. All set and ready she waited for further instrucciones. 

x2
+20 Join another Ranger’s group hunt
+10 Use the weather to your advantage in a hunt

Hunt roll:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 10 + 3 + 14 + 11

ART

the fields were her favorite place of them all. something about the long grasses appealed to her, even as they faded in to the oncoming winter. still she enjoyed rolling in what patches of green she could find, adopting the scent of grass and dirt rather than lioness. della hoped it was enough to keep her invisible (ish) as she meandered her way closer to the crowd to watch.

there was a particularly large rock that she liked; at the base there were long grasses, and it made a perfect hiding space. especially for one as dark as her -- even her large form was able to all but melt in to the shadows.

it was there that she crouched and watched, admiring the colors of the group, keen to see what prey they had found while hoping they did not spot her.


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 Study the landscape of an area

art by kim