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cut my own throat / close my own wound / wear my own nightdescended blood

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This place were far unlike the Summit, but just as dangerous. Where Radahn usually felt comfortable along his long-furred legs and chest, he suddenly felt suffocated, hot. Winter would scarcely touch here, but its sand was similar to fresh powdery snow, and traversing it weren't as hard as he initially thought. He quietly found his place among the group and began to pray, casting his sensitive gaze downward and away from the sun burning abovehead. His tail curled around his forelegs, perfectly unsuspecting beyond the soft words uttered under his breath. This would provide an especially unique challenge.

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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)

She'd almost not come. The badlands were a haunting reminder of the Oasis, and the imprisonment she'd suffered in her short time there. Perhaps it were only the fond memories of Phineas, and the lack of the same scents traversing the deserts that reassured her. Thus, Aurelia found herself among the growing group of lions, her gaze cast across unfamiliar faces. Prayers accompanied the wind and muffled chatter of those nearby, content to linger in her solitude on the sidelines and wish them good hunting and only good luck, wish herself strength. Then, as she leaned upward, her forepaws folded neatly under her chest as she anticipated the start.

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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: 2 + 12 + 16 + 5 + 18

Art by AleTie, table by cala

This were far closer to home. Here, he could even feel the spiritual energy of his father sifting through the sands, however ungodly his son was. Xaiver's gaze cast along the endless bleak stretch, seeing as distant silhouettes began to group on the distant horizon. He trudged through the sands with purpose, struggling against their shifting in the wind but persevering regardless, exercising against the grain and invigorating his strength and endurance. Eventually, he happened upon the growing crowd and took a seat upon their outskirts, his gaze following something in the far distance, obviously distracted from their goal.

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

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 2 + 17 + 8 + 20

Art by raph, table by cala

How alien the world outside her swamp! Hekate had been purposeful in the way her paws wandered in those days, pressing forth in territories unknown, naked and afraid. There was little room to hide out in the open of the badlands (ironic, then, that her own pet apparition lurked within the very same halls from a secret vantage point). Her pulse thrummed like a rabbit's heart as she bent to pick some herbs she suspected could be used to aid in birthing, having picked up the scent of a pregnant lioness within their borders in recent days. She would say it was only an experiment if asked about it – no charitable heart nor saintly intentions here.

May fortune shine more brightly upon us than on our prey, Hekate gave a silent blessing as she loped forward to catch up with the assembling group of lions. She only paused to tuck her herbs away safely before crouching lowly and drinking in the air to try and pinpoint their target.

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|| october y10 | 1y - 2m | EM royalty | at badlands | no bonus ||
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 9 + 18 + 8 + 12

+20 - Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group (Sept double XP)

+10 - Gather herbs for nursing or birthing (Sept double XP)
+10 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (Sept double XP)

2 years, +1 dice to hunt rolls
Ever since the Lagoon disbanded, Hyperion had taken to just wandering. He wandered north, he wandered south, and sometimes, he was curious enough to wander into the drylands. There was something interesting about this place, though. Perhaps it was the way the red cliffs seemed to glow like they were on fire, especially in the evening hours. Or perhaps it was the way the lands were so flat, he could see into the distance for miles.

The only noise that disturbed the momentary silence was the whistle of the wind and gentle chuffs from nearby. Dust clouds in the horizon told him that there were others gathered nearby, and he instantly began to follow. As he neared closer, he could also scent something delicious on the wind. Passing a bush of strong-smelling plants, he decided to rub into them so he could blend better scent-wise with the environment. Granted, now he smelled like a plant instead of a lion, but it would fade with time.

When he arrived, he chuffed back gently and took up a position towards the back of the group.

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 13 + 8 + 20 + 16

[sleuth xp] (doubled)
+10 Study the landscape of an area
+10 Practice hiding your scent
+10 Participate in a hunt

CODE / ART

1 year, no bonus

+5 Exercise to gain endurance (excluding spars)
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

+5 Maintain your weapons

The advent of autumn hasn't alleviated the oppressive heat that plagues the wastes, and Viggo is dizzy with extertion as he pelts across the dry cracked earth in firm and powerful stides. Oxygen expels from his lungs in sharp and ragged breaths, his pulse rushing in his ears.

A chuff resounds in the distance, splitting the silence. He slows, enticed by the sound and the promise it holds. Sides are heaving with exhaustion as he approaches the large group, a single ear fliting at @Lucien's words. Viggo hopes the same; he didn't come out all this way for a measly morsel. Claws withdraw from their sheaths and he rakes them across a rock, patiently waiting for the fetching pastel lion in the lead to make the first move.

hunt luck roll:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 11 + 20 + 16 + 19

code to pine

He had spent the majority of his time that day trying to figure out how to get out of that place. Rough earth wore at the tender pads of his paws as Jethro walked through the barren land, eyes narrowed with thinly veiled agitation. He was just considering turning around and heading the other way when he heard the sound of a leonine summons up ahead. Perking up somewhat, the lion trotted forth with renewed vigor at the prospect of some action. He wore a crimped smirk as he assessed the others – cats of all shapes and sizes coming together with the goal of filling their bellies. When the time was right, Jethro broke out into a swift jog to try and apprehend their target, panting with exertion as his muscles rippled with the tension of the chase.

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|| october y10 | four years | vague pride | at badlands | no bonus ||
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 18 + 10 + 14 + 1

+20 - Participate in a group training event (Sept double XP)
+10 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (Sept double XP)
+10 - Exercise to gain strength (Sept double XP)

code by corvus

~ Roussel is attempting to remain hidden ~

Another day brimming with endless possibilities for Roussel to entertain himself with. And yet again, the boy has chosen to keep tabs on the pastimes of the Oasis Queen's subjects. He hasn't seen @Fable around much, but he wears the familiar scent of sand and dust all the same.

But why must everyone have such long legs? Roussel has a long, lanky stride, but the boy's still out of breath by the time he catches up, muscles burning as he skitters to a halt to in the shadows of the cliff.

Another hunt. Right. Well, surely, he could be forgiven for sitting out the excitement, when he'd already exerted so much effort? Regardless of the answer, that's what he intends to do, and so the desert Prince would clamber to the top of one of the dusty boulders to stretch out the warm sunlight, resting his chin on his forepaws to await the start of the action with gleaming eyes.

Beatnik:
+10 Refuse to help another character (x2)
+10 Sunbathe or take a nap (x2)

Paladin:
+10 Exercise to gain endurance (excluding spars) (x2)

Art by Moogle

 

Mithril had never visited the desert before, and he vowed he would never do it again. He found it almost as miserable as the Lagoon. The weather was uncomfortably warm for the thick-furred yearling, yet the air was dry and the ground firm — unlike the coast, where it was humid and his paws constantly shifted in the loose sand. He disliked the desert, but if he had to hunt somewhere, he rather it be there than on the beach.

The young shadow made his way toward the source of the inviting chuffs, noting the group that had already gathered. It was already quite large, almost to the point that he doubted it was worth his effort. He didn’t see how they’d managed to find enough prey to feed all the participants. Yet something — someone — stopped him from turning away: the princess from the shore.

Every muscle in him (not including his heart) stilled for the briefest of moments as he caught a glimpse of her striped coat. He remembered her well — how could he not when she’d made such bratty demands of him? Inhaling sharply, he took back control of his paws, and turned himself in her direction.

“Couldn’t find some peasant to do the heavy-lifting for you, princess?” came his prod, a sarcastic grumble as he dipped low and crawled in beside her — not yet realizing that he’d encountered a mere look-a-like to the brat.

@Hekate

Paladin - Double XP event
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

artwork • coding

HUNT REQUEST
— RESULTS —

Rolled Prey: Hard - Buffalo
Number of Prey Animals: 2

Hunting Party Stats: 7 Adults, 5 Yearlings, Lvl 3 Ranger, Lvl 2 Pathfinder = 21d20
Lion Hits: 12 + 12 luck = 24
Prey Dodges: 4 - 1 = 3

Lion Successful Hits: 21

LIONS HAVE WON!

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