He wished the flamingos away, first. Annoying, incessant creatures they were; they would certainly alert any prey nearby that lions were gathering en mass, and the thought of trying to pluck pink feathers from a meager body for a meager meal turned his stomach. And yet, Radahn appeared there regardless, his cast gazing downward upon the group as he called the Gods hands to guide them to success (and, perhaps, far larger and better prey). Then, he descended the hillside and began to make his way toward them; here, where the land was flat and dry, he could attempt to learn how to hunt, how to defend himself.

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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)

1 year, no trade

+20 Cast a blessing on a group
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Practice hiding your scent

she doesn't notice the hunting group, at first.

at first, all she sees are the flamingos. they're loud and more than that, they're bright. annoying, too. pale eyes sweep across the flock before spotting the gathered group, nearly doing a double-take. oh! a hunt. her paws press into the ground, toes flexing in excitement, before she darts off -- happy ( and terribly eager ) to join them. join them, too! she'll help them hunt, she'll help guide them to victory. there's a soft melody that brews upon her tongue, heavy with the hum, as pale eyes shift between the group around her and... whatever it was they'd be hunting. hopefully not the flamingos, though! her mind focuses -- first on the words that she repeats inwardly to herself, and then to the hunt at hand.

blood and meat, meat and blood.

she's here to help, in whatever way she can; blessings and brawn and butterflies.

hunt luck roll: 

Rolling 6d20: 11 + 12 + 20 + 7 + 3 + 19

Hunting Injury Roll: 

Rolling 1d20: 13

code; background

an annoyeed light glints in his eye as he follows the call to hunt -- and hears it echoed by the flamingos. such creatures are not unfamiliar to him, though they're not very welcome. the squarking, at least, he could do without. patient paws press into the soil, drawing up carefully alongside the others. he lacks the total brute strength that others have and so he aligns himself with the other, slim felines -- ready to put those long legs to use. as he waits, ready, his pale eyes sweep across the surrounding area -- noting the sections of the ground that look looser. finding the spots that look wetter from the watering hole. and, of course, scouting out the paths he could take that didn't include a flamingo or two...

5 years, no bonuses

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 3 + 4 + 1 + 8

+10 Scout a neutral territory
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Take part in a successful hunt

BG — ART — CODE

There was a burst of pink and white as flamingos took to the air, overwhelmed and frightened by the number of gathering lions. Aurelia's gaze cast upward in amazement as she watched their rosy shimmer in the distant sun. Yet, her distraction was soon ended, and the realization that she'd come to partake in a hunt, rather than birdwatching, swiftly took hold. With a firm nod, Aurelia crept her way toward the lions, once more ushering small prayers underbreath to wish her not just strength and good hunting, but to lift the air of anxiety and nerves, and afford them all clear and level heads. While she did not recognize any of the other lions here, she lingered close, prepared for when the call came.

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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: 6 + 2 + 4 + 3 + 20

Art by AleTie, table by cala

As hard as flamingos were to eat, he would never pass up a meal. There were far more prey animals that lingered in the territory, as it were, and they were likely to get lucky. Thus, Xavier decided to join them; he'd been training until then, honing skills he long should have mastered (namely, his strength and his endurance). But by the time the call had come, he'd not been quite too tired out, and swiftly found his way among the throng of them. Though he stood taller than many of those present, his presence was always an everlasting shadow.

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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: 7 + 20 + 17 + 8 + 13

Art by raph, table by cala

4 yr, no bonus
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (double xp event)
+10 Complete a hunt in neutral territory using the hunt system (double xp event)
+10 Scout a neutral territory (double xp event)
He is always on the lookout for places to possibly call home. Smaug had been out scouting when he catches many scents of others nearby. The pond wasn't an ideal place to place down a base, especially with the rather foul odors the flamingos produced, but the body of water itself as well as the shade nearby was enough to keep the dragon around. He moves with calculated pawsteps, prowling toward the ever growing hunting party. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten, and as if on queue his stomach would let out a low rumble. Lips pull into a thin line afterward, and with the flick of his bobbed tail he would lower himself a bit more to the ground and wait to see what would appear.

luck

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 2 + 11 + 16 + 19

ART BY INKY, CODE BY LARS, MODIFIED BY GUNNER

IANTHE

1 Y | No Bonuses

Something on the air is sour - an organic miasma that Ianthe usually associates with rot. She is almost convinced that she had gone the wrong way, surely the call couldn't be coming from here? and yet, the group of lions were all clearly in position for a hunt.
The perpetrators of the smell (a rowdy flock of large, pink birds) don't seem to be on the menu - thankfully - so Ianthe feels somewhat better about joining the party.

Ianthe gives a small, short chuff to let her sisters know where she is in the crowd, and then she crouches down in wait.

Double exp event

+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

coded by flea

Hekate had reason enough for being there. With her birthday came freedom from the pride territory, and the princess had been using it to try and learn what she could of the outside world. She was particularly focused on a bundle of herbs she suspected would aid a birthing mother when she heard the call ring out for a hunting party. She made quick work of clipping the stems with her teeth before trotting in that direction, grateful for how the herbal aroma masked the overwhelming scent of bird filth. Nearing the scene, it was a flash of wine-red fur that had her trotting forth with renewed resolve.

"By ancient wisdom and nature's grace, may your aim be true and your quarry embrace its fate." She uttered the worths in a breathy whisper, so quiet she was confident only her divine sister would be able to decipher it. A twinkle in her eye, she set forth for the hunt.

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|| october y10 | 1y - 2m | EM royalty | at flamingo pond | no bonus | @Ianthe ||
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 14 + 11 + 13 + 1

+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)

4 years, no bonus

She had been relaxing, on a rock, frustrated by the fact that the cloudy day did little for her to be able to really enjoy the warming rays of the sun and yet, here she was napping. That was of course, when she heard the call for a hunt. Now, she had intended to ignore that, but... her stomach did rumble and well... Yelena hauled herself to her paws with a sigh, and gave herself a shake. She moved towards the sound- avoiding the path through the water and birds, until she arrived at the group- which she joined with a soft chuff.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 13 + 2 + 20 + 3

2 years, no bonus

Eisa had been hunting as much as she could as of late. She had joined several groups, and when she heard the chuffs for another party- she joined without hesitation. She joined the group- her eyes traveling over those gathered, and yet she did not recognize any- though she did scent one or two from the Summit. Those were the ones that she deviated towards, though she didn't expect any of them to really know who she was. She dropped into a crouch, her eyes intently peering through the foliage to study the horizon, looking for whatever the hunting party's leader... was intent upon taking down.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 12 + 15 + 13 + 9

ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY LARS