I see the clouds they're rolling in
They hide the sun but not my sin
the judas kiss still on my lips
can't walk away from where i've been

She scouts the lands up ahead, her curiosity slaked by the dark atmosphere. The dank breath of the boneyard slips through the desolate valley, coaxing the insects and maggots to crawl forth. Every step feels like religion, as Eurielle descends into the dusty dome, finding peace among the dead.

Here, spires of bone and skull fortresses linger beneath the platinum moonlight; each shard of the moon's glow, fraying over their porcelain edge, as if captivated in a dream state.

Eerie, desolate, quiet, Eurielle thus leans into the night, following the scent of life as she stalks along the rows of bones, her mauve figure hiding effortlessly beneath the gloam of darkness. Her scarlet lips quiver with anticipation, finding the scent of prey amid all that death, and it is this same scent that she follows.

3 Years, No bonus
Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 2 + 3 + 15 + 17

3 yr, Level 2 Pathfinder: +1 dice to hunt rolls, Level 3 Ranger: -1 dodge roll for prey
(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 hadn't noticed how far she had ventured out until the sun was setting. She was in the desert somewhere, and by the looks of it it were some type of place where animal remains came to stay. Curious gaze looks over all the bones, both old and bleached and some looking newer and fresh, and as she padded closer the scents of both possible prey and another catch her attention. She stiffens slightly, pausing in her steps while she scanned her surroundings. Soon, she spots the woman and lets out the softest of chuffs to announce her presence, to say she were here to help. After giving her body a good shake, Leilani crouches low to the ground and begins to stalk toward the scent, watching and waiting.

luck

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 15 + 11 + 18 + 10

ART BY ERA, CODE BY LARS

3 years // no bonus

+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

Why he had wandered out to the badlands in the middle of the night was beyond the young man's comprehension, but now that he was here, Hero couldn't pull himself away. Such a barren and desolate piece of land. Bones scattered everywhere. Careless. Unholy. While the Hodari was not a staunchly religious man, he just got a weird feeling being in such a place, like it was desecrated simply from the disarray of it all. Bones and carcasses seemed to be discarded without concern, as if life had never clung to them at all. It made him think twice about what he did with carcasses even if from a prey animal. All life should be respected in some form, should it not? Maybe he'd find a way to rid this place of that eerie feeling someday, but for now the cleric didn't know enough about his craft to begin to know where to start. He simply shuddered slightly as he continued to pass by skulls and bones before a small chuff caught his attention.

Not too far off were a pair of lionesses, one nearly lost in the dark of night while the other seemed to shine like the moon. They looked to be following something, perhaps in search of a hunt. Out here at night, his dark coat could come in handy, so long as no prey got a good glimpse of the white wreath around his face. Slinking along the barren lands, Hero came up near the pair, offering a quiet chuff of his own to join. Little did he know one of them was his own second-cousin as he offered a nod to both @Leilani and @Eurielle, ready to help where he could.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 6d20: 18 + 11 + 14 + 2 + 7 + 3

tbl | lines | bg

4 yrs | no bonus

There was much to look at in this place. All the bones of these giants held stories, and Tilly admires the great curved tusks of an immense dead elephant. It’s body had fed many, she thought. As would her’s one day, when it was her time. She didn’t resist the whims of fate. This great skull seemed a marker of the land, even amongst the rest of the bones and Tilly only looks up as figures pass - a small group gathering with quiet paws. It seemed to be some sort of hunt.

Glad for company, Tilly hums a soft greeting as she trots over to join the gathered, mismatched eyes curious. Leaving the tracking mostly to the others, she keeps her head on a swivel, scouting the landscape before the hunt would begin.

Hunt Luck Roll: 

Rolling 6d20: 15 + 13 + 4 + 9 + 11 + 14

art © drifty, code © hinter

6 years
+1
+1
Her scent pulls him in originally - intoxicated by it each time he caught it upon the wind. A rumbling growl vibrates in his chest, unsure of how this meeting might go.

The Savante, however, has no reason to worry, it seems - as there are others and the group is preparing for a hunt. Thick muscle coils beneath his crimson coat, his shoulder tingling with pain as he shifts to stand nearby, blue eyes narrowing on @Eurielle before looking away.

A dip of his head is offered to @Leilani, one he'd seen at other hunts before this one, as well a @Hero and @Tilly. "Nice to see you all once more." He hums, finding it almost comforting to have such consistent hunting companions. He sniffs the air softly, ignoring her scent for now in favor of whatever prey might be lingering nearby.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 11 + 16 + 17 + 1

1 year, no bonus

What a terribly grim place.

Carefully does Maven tiptoe her way into this fortress of bone, the silver gleam of moonlight just barely outlining her abyssal hide slinking through the black of night. A wraith amongst bones - though she does not find joy in the pale glow of ivory. The rise of dark along her spine preludes the shiver that runs through her petite frame, her lips pursing into a disgusted frown over long canines when her eyes caught upon a distinctly feline skull shining dully beneath the distant stars.

She really should've explored this place during the day. See where trying to exercise insomnia away gets you?

It gets you covered in dust, for one thing, or so Maven had discovered after tripping over a stray rib bone and crashing to the ground. Yet she is grateful for the way it mutes her scent, once she notices the leonine silhouettes looming out of the darkness.

A hunt? Here? She'd thought prey would be smart enough to stay away from this wasteland of death. But then, one could say the same thing about her.

It's a morbid curiosity that keeps her here, stalking around the outskirts of the group, crimson eyes peering through the shadows at each hunter's features while she waited for the call to action.

One couldn't be too sure of what sort of monsters lurked in the dark, after all.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 15 + 4 + 3 + 11

+10 Study the natural world (x2)
+10 Practice the skills of another trade (Ranger)(x2)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (x2)

You're only sixteen, going on forever

art + code by sammiie

2 years, +1 dice to hunt rolls
He didn’t know what transpired in his lonely mind to lead him here, a resting place for the dead. He should have been looking for his family, perhaps, or just kinship among his own kind, and yet... He found himself in a graveyard of sorts, trailing a purple-hued lioness who was trailing something delicious. Hyperion kept his distance, using the cover of the bones to shield himself from whatever was being stalked. He flitted between large sets of bones, using both the bones and his small form to his advantage here.

There was something delicious on the breeze; he could scent it from where he lurked. Soon, the group would converge upon this poor creature, but it wasn’t yet time for that.


Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 4 + 18 + 16 + 12

[pathfinder xp] (doubled)
+10 Use the terrain to your advantage (bones)
+10 Take part in a successful hunt
+10 Participate in a hunt [...]

deep in this dream, we are locked in

art & code

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

The dusty lands made for easy tracking. Some few unfortunate things wandering too far into the landscape might make for easy pickings? With a fresh coat of dusty dirt to mask her scent and leave her ambiguous she kept tracking the scents until others began to mix. Lions. With a flick of her tail she darted low, creeping in to some of the nearby cover so that she could look around and try to get eyes on some of the other hunters and better coordinate this attack. Which would hopefully launch soon- her belly ached a little and rolled with a silent gurgle.

6 Years / No Bonus
Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 1 + 14 + 19 + 15

_{CODE | ART}

2 years, no bonus

The boneyard was not her ideal place for a hunt. She rather loathed the strangely desolate place. It lacked any pleasantness, and truly she did not not why she'd tracked whatever she'd been following to this area. There wasn't even anything to eat, for Maua's sake. Alas, she followed silently- until she noted the hunting party that was gathering- and so she veered towards them, quietly joining the outskirts of it- her nose high in the air as she worked to pinpoint the exact location of the beast that would be their target. A low slow breath escaped her, as she centered herself- readied herself.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 15 + 2 + 8 + 1

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

code by corvus

{3 years | No bonus}

Night was slowly dropping its shadows curtain over the land. Lune delicately placed one paw infront of the other as she wove between glinting bones fragments, shining like pearls in the dusky glow. Something about the wonton scarring of bones, succumbed to nature's influence, gave her a sense of disease. A feeling triumphed only by the scent of something oppressively delicious. Prey called out to her in tantalizing aromas. Lune had taken careful precaution to paint her luminous coat in dusty shades in an effort to mask herself and perhaps blend in to the night - something that was not easy for her to successfully manage.

Hunger, low and rolling, pulled her in a quickened pace. The girl remained low to the ground and she stalked forward. She paused. Something else caught her attention. A hunting party. Lune's small head swiveled in the direction of the gathering party. Dual-toned eyes narrowed for a sense of recognition, finding none she slowly moved closer towards the others. All strangers to her. But what's in a stranger but strength in numbers to take down prey. She offered them a soft smile and quick nod of the her head.

Once within range of the other hunters, Lune concentrated, closing her eyes and letting the air envelop her in the smells of the surrounding wildlife. Their prey was out there, unknowingly about to become the evening's feast. The girl was ready. She anticipatorily pushed her claws into the softened earth. Waiting for the moment of attack.

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

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 20 + 4 + 16 + 3