"The cache is not going to fill itself. Let's get going!"

Orson's voice rung out across the pride's sleeping place. He'd been up with the first faint light of dawn and had been pacing, staring off towards the horizon as he scanned for the first movements of the resident herds. He'd been fretting over the pride's continued thin food stores while gnawing on an old bone the night before, not even getting even the tiniest drop of marrow from the broken old thing. Though he fit in well amongst Violarum and his kin, Orson did not possess such a love for lounging and found himself anxiously awake for most of the night, stressing over the lack of food. Before Aestrios had come and taken over, the Lorien Lions had never wanted for prey. They'd had an overflowing cache. They'd taken down elephants. He thought about the night they'd all gathered and only managed to take down two hares. Rather... Olive had taken the hares. Or the little rhino calf they'd felled.

It wasn't enough.

An insistent series of chuffs would be loosed upon the pride, calling together a hunting party. Hardly able to wait any longer, Orson turned towards a familiar game trail that led towards their favored hunting grounds and began sauntering off. The rest of them would have to catch up.

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Hunt Stats:
2 Years | Lead Hunter | Ranger Level 2

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 12 + 6 + 14 + 9

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Trade Experience: (Site-Wide Double EXP)
+40 Successfully lead a large hunt (5+ lions)
+20 Discuss hunting needs with another
+20 Take down medium prey

one year, no bonus
Suffice to say, Daneri had never participated in any hunts before. The only one's she had ever done were the small one's that she and her twin sister had tried. Sometimes they were fruitful but most times, they were essentially biting more than they could chew and lost it. What can she say? They were optimists. Thankfully she was just on the tail-end of a "border patrol"; wandering the likeliness of the plains border and curling her lips at the smell of ye old Violarum (disgusting) but at least she knew it was supposedly safe from others coming in and claiming it wasn't there. Wandering the borders and keeping her head on a lazy swivel was a good way how to get noticed and she did a damn good job of appearing "busy". Just as she skirted away from the borders after having done an exemplary job and moving near to where @Orson had chuffed. Giving him an awkward toothless smile before setting her sights on what he had apparently seen.

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 1 + 16 + 6 + 4

+10 - Patrol your borders
+10 - Take part in a successful hunt
+10 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

^{ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY CALA}

2 years, no bonus, no trade perks Ugh, why did his sister's boyfriend have to be such a productive member of society? Eyes cracked open under the peeking rays of sunlight. It wasn't even fully morning yet, and that spotty fellow was calling them to gather. Likely a hunt, this much he was sure of, for he couldn't think of any other reason why a lion would get up this early unless the world was ending. Maybe if they had enemies that were storming their golden grasses, but he doubted that was happening, they'd just gotten the pride back.

Jaws parted to expose youthful teeth, letting his tongue curl in an expressive manner as he gathered his paws under himself. Best to join the other youth so as not to appear too lazy. After a few more stretches to loosen up rusty joints he pushed himself into a jog, seeking out @Orson, who'd already been too eager to wait for anyone else and was heading down a game trail. Lucky for him, @Daneri had joined, so that might've slowed down the leading youth as he chuffed in greeting, moving to join the pair. He couldn't wait for the hunt to be over so he could go back to napping.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 3 + 4 + 14 + 8

CODE•ART

6yo, Pride Tier 1 (+1 Hit)

And so began his journey back to the rippling grandeur he had once been. Were it the lack of Fallon's presence that had ushered him back into a fitness routine, perhaps subconsciously eager to appear more handsome in the eyes of women? We couldn't say for sure.

Regardless, here he hobbled, with a rock curled into the crook of his paw and ankle; clinging to it's weight as he'd stride along like a half-useless tripod. Occasionally as his shoulder started to burn, he would swap forelimbs. Of course, he is slow upon the group for obvious reasons, but greets them with a huffy chuff, "Carry big rock, make shoulders manlier."

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 2 + 15 + 7 + 8

coded by flea + background credit

1yo, no perk, pride tier 1
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 10 + 18 + 11 + 5

As dawn crept up over the horizon, so too did Birdie. She was far more likely to yield to the summons of Orson in a timely manner than she was Anni, sisterhood and all, and so she arrives early enough in the hunt to see they had some new guests. "Welcome to Lorien," she offers @Daneri, a questionable smirk woven across the white edges of her lips.

Violarum of course, had every intention of making a fool of himself. "Noted," she muses to her father, absorbing his mentioned of rocks and shoulders and storing it away for later. Mostly however, she is quietly sarcastic - well aware he'd have no clue. In idle wait, her foreclaws would glide across the surface of a coarse rock.

+40 Learn something from a Master of your trade
+10 Maintain your weapons
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

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4 years, -1 prey dodge for beatnik lvl 3
a year-long period of stagnation finds rust upon her bones and hesitance in her will to comply; but the groan of an empty belly is much more compelling a master. and as she rouses to trail in the wake of gathering peers – fashionably late, as always – its garbled protest seems to louden over the trill of waking wildlife. she could not forgo her share of the prize this time — even if it were just another measly rabbit to share amongst the giants.

however sour her spirits had become in the throes of hunger, the sight of a hobbling @Violarum brings a bemused grin to her lips as she sidles upon his flank. he offers words of wisdom to seemingly no one in particular, and the gears slowly churn with a gaze that narrows upon the mentioned rock, hooked underfoot. “strong and smart,” she teases, seeking to nudge him with a stray shoulder. “the total package, hm?” sarcastic though her tone, olive were not blind to the good qualities that made up her friend; though she would sooner replace smart with something more… fitting. like funny.

luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 19 + 15 + 9 + 6

ART / CODE

+10 (5x2) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 (5x2) Practice speed or strength
+20 (10x2) Discuss the features of a territory with someone

Age: 5 Bonus: Nope

Aurochs groaned and tossed his paw over his eyes. Couldn't the light just go away? Then there came the chuffing and he could swear it was the happiest sound that lion could make. Aurochs tossed his other paw over his ears but found that, colossal as he was, his skull was still too wide to muffle both of them. He groaned again and flopped to his feet. There better actually be game sighted or he was gonna... he was gonna do nothing, probably, but in an derogatory manner.

Aurochs smelled the group and approached and, just as dreaded, there was as yet no prey in sight. Several new girls... yearlings, though. And @Olive whose attention was already stolen by their king @Violarum?! "Hey, where you getting those rocks?" he protested, ears falling half back (half to show sarcasm, but also half where are the rocks?). "Is that imported? Native rocks are better. If you can find them." Aurochs was the only good rock around here. A rock with standards. A rock who'd rather start digging for rocks than pay attention to yet another boring hunt. He scuffed his paws indignantly in the dirt, soon finding that this was fun and leaning his shoulders into it. Dig deep enough and he'd find a good rock. An even better rock, actually.

Hunt luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 3 + 10 + 20 + 13

"But you will, right?" Anniston goaded the hunter with a cheeky grin and a rough bump of her shoulder. Sure, their cache would not stuff itself – but, that was what they had Orson for. She set off with him anyway, eager to watch the grand sport more than to play it herself. She would do only what needed to be done.

She cast her gaze upon the others gathered, all familiar faces (as it should be). The only strangeness there was how her pet Olive's attention was fastened upon someone other than her – an unfortunate lapse.

"Daddy's smart as a wildebeest," Anniston argued in a stage whisper, the curl of her lip making plain the lack of compliment hiding there. With only a thoughtful stare given to Olive, the heiress surged forward to try and outrun the others as she gave chase. She raced a bit faster, flexed a bit harder, put a bit more swagger in her step.

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|| october y10 | two years | LP heiress | at lorien plains | Beatnik Level 3: -1 to dodge roll for prey | @Orson @Olive @Violarum ||
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 4 + 20 + 11 + 19

+10 - Practice running or speed (Sept double XP)
+10 - Take part in a successful hunt (Sept double XP)
+10 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (Sept double XP)

HUNT REQUEST
— RESULTS —

Rolled Prey: Buffalo (Hard)
Number of Prey Animals: 2

Hunting Party Stats: 6 adults, 2 yearlings + bonuses = 16 dice
Lion Hits: 11 hits + 5 luck = 16 hits
Prey Dodges: 4 dodges - 2 penalty = 2 dodges

Lion Successful Hits: 14

LIONS HAVE WON!

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

Man, perhaps a part of her was underestimating the strength of the Plains and the lions that inhabited it. Of course, one of her own examples of the lions was @Violarum himself and her first impression was that he was lacking on the brains department. The words that he had said to the group as he had arrived did nothing to sway that opinion either. Though, she did move her head swiftly to @Birdie who said a few words that felt like that were meant to be for her and the yearling smiled. Feeling noticed and honestly, it felt really really good. Thanks, she offered, that smile lifting a bit on the right side as it was clear that she was rather thrilled to be seen.

Eyes turned to @Hendrix then and gave him a gentle nod of her head in acknowledgement of his own greeting. Not aware in the slightest that both lions that had greeted her in some form were spawn of the no-brain leader. As it were she didn't have much room to give any of the other lions their time to shine as they took off to chase, track and murder two individual buffalos. The likes of which had no chance of winning and were downed with relative ease. Nice. She murmured quietly in the hopes that someone might hear her tiny praise, excited to have participated but she didn't leave until she had gotten a good idea as to what they did after their hunts. Copying their antics and movement so that she would know what to expect on the next hunt.

For now, after helping, Daneri made the effort to turn back to the borders. Ambling quickly back and making an effort to swing back into position from where she had stopped it. Letting her body follow the path like it was a winding river, her nose set to the ground every ten or twenty feet while her eyes kept themselves as focused as she could. Which, let's be real, wasn't going to be as good as someone more trained in the art of patrolling. exit daneri

+10 - patrol your borders
+10 - take part in a successful hunt
+10 - participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

^{ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY CALA}