birdie frei

1yo, no bonus
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 2 + 17 + 10 + 5

For somewhere in the midst of a desert the Boneyard sure was cold. Thankfully, Birdie had never been any bit short of cover on her bones, even in her young age, and so she doesn't feel the sting of the chilly night air as she might have expected.

However, as the yearling happened upon the hunting group, in the company of her sister, it was in a similar breath that she mis-stepped. A forepaw landed square on a splintered piece of sun-dried bone, and the sharp edge sliced straight through the membrane between her toes.

With a scowl Birdie would halt, looking down with displeasure to the toes that trickled with blood. "Please do something," she requested of @Enola, actually finding herself thankful the girl was around.

+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

+20 Heal a character’s sickness or injury
+20 Join another Ranger’s group hunt
+20 Discuss hunting needs with another

The chill of the night doesn’t bother her so much, especially as the pair keep moving. Being out @Birdie means working hard to keep up with her sister's much longer legs, after all. A hunt had been what Enola was after - not that she expected the plum princess to be much help, considering the way she takes after their father - and they find a group of other rangers, much to her delight.

Birdie’s whispered demand catches her attention, and Enola’s gaze shifts from the group’s leader to the bleeding paw being held aloft. "Oh, Birdie," the girl sighs, ears flicking down against her head. Thankfully, she can smell fresh aloe nearby, and quickly collects a leaf of the plant to smear its thick goop over the cut. "Watch where you’re going," she whispers, but there’s no heat in her words, just care. "We need to bring something back to store for winter." Yes, Lorien is hunting - but will it be enough to keep them going now and in the coming, colder months?

With their father’s appetite, Enola doubts it.

"I can't do this without you, so don't get hurt."

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 11 + 2 + 5 + 4

art © yumpy

ฝhen the full moon turns ฝhite

the boneyard was not exactly inviting - and, truly, had been somewhere beetle had intentionally avoided so far. however, he could not ignore the pang of hunger that reared its head at the sight of the growing group slinking through the distance. really, what quarry could have drawn such a crowd? could he afford to ignore it?

beetle hedged his bets. he lowered himself into the dirt, content to take position on the outskirts of the hunt, and followed the play.

2 yrs, no bonus
hunt luck roll;

Rolling 6d20: 10 + 6 + 18 + 9 + 16 + 2

double exp event~
outlaw;
+10 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 - Complete a hunt in neutral territory using the hunt system

The boneyard was not ideal, but it was not impossible. The crackling of calcified marrow underneath his feet would be loud enough to alert any keen-eared prey, but it were worth a shot regardless. He were not starving, and Caladan's caches were filled; perhaps, if anything, this was more of a test. He meandered through the boneyard with quick and trained succession, but kept his gaze focused on the ground as if desperate not to snap under his feet. He darted easily between the larger, curved rib bones of elephants and other large creatures, while slipping between the rodent bones tangled between gnarled roots. He felt agonizingly light on his feet, and by the time he caught up to the group, he was keen to hunt, prepared to dodge any stray kick or bite.

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7 years, no bonuses.
+10 (x2) Exercise to gain endurance (excluding spars) (1/2)
+10 (x2) Practice a defensive maneuver (1/2)
+10 (x2) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (1/2)

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 14 + 16 + 20 + 5

Art by Drifty, table by cala

The bones were large, and craggly, and Melusina almost turned back to return home. Here, herbs barely grew, and what little she'd brought with her from Ecrosia would not be enough to help such a large group of lions. Yet still, she tried, and was able to snuff out a few small, but valuable flora growing underneath skulls and betwixt rib bones. Eventually, she made her way to the crowd with a slightly large stash, and found herself a safe distance away while she prepared them; and yet, her eyes were only for the hunt, wishing someday soon she'd be well enough to join them.

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4 months, cannot count.
+10 (x2) Collect herbs (1/2)
+10 (x2) Study the flora of a neutral territory (1/2)
+10 (x2) Dry or prepare herbs for use (1/2)

Art by AleTie, table by cala

Carrion Prince

He'd scarcely encountered such a strange and electrifying place before. Death lingered her like an old friend, and it had been especially hard for Radahn to think clearly as he walked among the throng of bones. An nauseous feeling lingered in the pit of his stomach, and even his prayers had not been enough to dispel what evil lingered here. Eventually, he'd managed to find his way toward the gathering group; each lion seemingly unaffected by the heavy nature of this place. Radahn's face was twisted into a scowl, but his body relaxed, determined to keep from showing the dread that lingered inside.

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11 months, cannot count.
+20 (x2) Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group (1/2)
+10 (x2) Meditate or pray on your own (1/2)
+10 (x2) Cleanse an area of bad omens (1/2)

yearling, no bonus
Taking a swift jog through the boneyard was just about as good a place to train as any. All the while looking at the neat things that some animals had left behind. No set of bones was alike the other but she truly had no time to stop and gander. Daneri had to work on herself and it was a great deterrent from the war path that her thoughts had taken lately, offering her something else to focus on rather than the terrible things that she had been through in just a year. Exercising had many great points but as she took a turn and spread out for a few yards, she could see a couple lions gathering and began to slow. At least enough that her body was no longer obvious and she crouched, understanding that there was a hunt going on... eventually coming to join them all and taking a gander at what they all had spotted.

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 18 + 14 + 10 + 5

+10 - Exercise to gain endurance
+10 -Take part in a successful hunt
+10 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

^{ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY CALA}

The boneyard were a frightening place, and Aurelia was scarcely in any place to be hunting here. While she could coordinate her forepaws not to accidentally break the brittle bones that lined the ground, she could not keep her limp hind legs from dragging them, rattling them. Thus, she'd been half-tempted to turn back, but as she could hear the growing utterings of gathering lions, she decided to make the rest of the journey regardless. Nervousness thrummed in her belly, and she ushered hasty prayers under her breath to give her the strength needed to join their hunt, and the quietness needed to ensure its success. She prayed, quiet and alone, for their overall success; to bless their claws and their teeth.

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1 year, no bonuses.
+20 (x2) Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group (1/2)
+10 (x2) Meditate or pray on your own (1/2)
+10 (x2) Cleanse an area of bad omens (1/2)

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 16 + 11 + 4 + 3

Art by AleTie, table by cala

Xavier was already among them, heaving, breathless, his moments-prior trainings having sapped most of his energy, strength, and endurance. The boneyard were not an entirely ideal place to hunt, but he would not shirk an arisen opportunity. Thus, he'd quickly found himself among the throng of lions, content to abandon his training in order to pursue higher forms of exercise. The thrill of the hunt caused his heart to hasten, his ears to swivel forward expectantly. Perhaps, the only thing that could have made this any better would be if he were alongside his own comrades, and their prey far less the commonly-accepted variety. In time, he knew; and Xavier were endlessly patient.

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4 year, no bonuses.
+10 (x2) Exercise to gain endurance (Pal) (1/2)
+10 (x2) Exercise to gain endurance (Barb) (1/2)
+10 (x2) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (1/2)

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 20 + 16 + 13 + 3

Art by raph, table by cala

~ Roussel is observing ~
Young though he is, Roussel does not fear this playground of bone.

The ghostly silence of the night is punctuated by the rattle and clatter of collapsing skeletons as the strawberry boy pulled and tugged at various ribs and femurs, searching for the smoothest and brightest gleam of ivory beneath the moonlight's glow, discarding each at the first hint of imperfection.

The arrival of the many hunters does not go unnoticed by the desert Prince. But he has neither time nor attention to give them right now, when he is so focused upon his task. He's simply too busy to try helping. But maybe it's worth keeping an eye on them - maybe Helah would prefer a crimson-soaked bone as a gift, rather than a bleached one.

His mismatched eyes stray towards the temptingly glowing remnants of some titan beast (an elephant), its bones too large for a cub such as himself to take. Oh, but maybe one of those curved tusks..."You're ruining eet." He growls with his lilting accent, striding up to try to pull the over-sized trinket away from @Rohan's claws. "Give eet to me until you learn how to care for toys properly, hmm?"

+10 Refuse to help another character (x2)
+10 Convince a cub to do something for you (x2) (?)
+10 Engage in mischief (x2)

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