Underneath all the soot arrived new growth, protected from the first snowfall of the season. Melusina had never quite seen snow before, and when the first chilly flakes fell upon her nose, it had nearly been cold enough to send her home. But underneath the ashy roots of trees long burned away sparked new growth, eager to be picked; and Melusina were quite greedy in her endeavor. It were pure chance she'd stumbled upon the hunt, then, eager to continue her herb-gathering while keeping a close eye on the party.

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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)

Table by cala, art by drifty

sun summoner.

This were a place of rebirth, renewal. Radahn might have been more content to study it further had he not been so intent on hunting. It were an easy, fast-paced way to gain strength; and strength were what he needed most. The dawn of his first year had been met with impossible hardship, and it had been through the will of the Gods that he had survived. Thus, Radahn had devoted himself to growing stronger, to find himself capable of protecting himself. Still; he asked for penance from the Gods now, for enough good will to find this hunt easy.

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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) Participate in a hunt using the dice roll system (1/2)

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 15 + 14 + 20 + 1

Code & art by cala

One Year, no bonus

+40 Learn something from a Master of your trade 1/2 (fighting in snow)
+40 Learn something from a Master of your trade 1/2 (moving in snow)
+40 Learn something from a Master of your trade 1/2 (when to retreat)

Runa's lithe form moved gracefully through the snowy expanse of the Scorched Wilds, her keen senses catching the subtle signs of a gathering nearby. If there was one benefit to her vessel, it was the thick pelt that her Rike genetics via her son father's line, that aided her in the snow that pelted down from the skies.

As she approached the assembly of lions, Runa recognized some familiar faces from previous hunts. Among them, the lead huntress stood out with her unruly, bushy mane, a distinct trait that Runa had come to notice. It made her want to ask the woman how she kept it, how she managed to hunt with that thing because gods only know did Runa struggle with hers. Of course, her sense of superiority made her refrain from doing that.

Close by, Runa overheard a conversation between a young lioness with plum-colored fur and an older, clearly more experienced man. The girl's inquiries were clearly aimed at extracting information about battle. Runa's curious gaze fixed on Roarke, intrigued not so much by the imminent chase but by the words he might share. She tried to maintain an air of nonchalance, her expression seemingly disinterested but secretly eager to absorb what the colossal may say. He was correct, partially, about fighting in snow. It was something she'd done for years, and in snow that none of these gathered here had ever seen. It was an art form of it's own. Birdie's question on retreat was foolish.

You never retreat.

hunt luck roll:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 3 + 12 + 13 + 4

and i could've died last night

but i heard the the voice of a smaller god

code by corvus

IANTHE

1 Y | No Bonuses

Even in the heart of autumn, aniadar jungle remains lush with vibrant, green life. Admittedly, it was getting harder for Ianthe to find the herbs she needed, as birds and other small creatures seemed determined to eat them all before the ground frosted over.
The few leaves she'd managed to scavenge weren't going to cut it - Ianthe needs to delve deeper into the forest.

Small paws wind their way through the dense overgrowth, past all the trees and landmarks that look familiar until she's fully submerged in the jungle. The little she could still smell of Ecrosia was long gone, only a damp earthiness reamained.

...Well, that wasn't quite true.
On her next breath, Ianthe catches something underneath all that vegetation. Prey, and just beneath that, smoke. Curious more than hungry, the princess follows the mingling scents further forward, until she reaches the edge of a stream.

On the other side, it's difficult to tell what is snow and what is ash. The lushness behind her is a mirror opposite of the charred remains ahead. Surprisingly, though, this wasteland is where the trail has led.
Carefully, Ianthe steps across the water and onto the frosted ash. Quietly, she inserts herself into the group, and waits.


Double exp event

Nursemaid:
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Gather herbs for nursing or birthing

Erudite:
+10 Practice the skills of another trade (follow the scent of prey)

coded by flea

It were the first of winter's early snowfalls, and Aurelia welcomed it delightedly. Though the winters along the coast were mild, and kept the sea from enraging itself against the shore, the snow offered a special kind of camouflage for she who was already so pale, so dressed in white. There was not enough snowfall here for Aurelia to truly blend in, but the stripped trees of the Scorched Wilds allowed her soft, dove-gray fur to blend in with the ashen trunks of ancient forests long burned away. It were likely she'd barely be noticed by the time she approached them, and it afforded her the capability of finding a quiet spot to pray for their success.

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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: 13 + 9 + 16 + 15 + 3

Art by Sentinel, table by cala

3 years, No bonuses

The snowfall brought forth immense joy within Sybil's chest. She loved everything about the colder weather and hardly flinched away from any snowflake that fluttered down. She moved across the terrain, plowing through the snow and ignoring the grumbling of her stomach. She was hungry and it wouldn't necessarily be easy to find prey out here, not with the snow so fresh. However she wasn't the only one that was looking for a meal, there seemed to be a group gathering up ahead. There was no way she could go unnoticed, not with her massive stature. She enjoyed the challenge of a hunt and was eager to join the others so instead of turning tail and leaving she plowed towards the group, taking her place towards the back as she waited for the woman with long flowing locks to lead them. Take us to victory beautiful. She thought of @Kassandra, meanwhile Tiny clung to the back of her neck, nestled in the thick fur there the dormouse strapped in, ready for battle or in this case, the hunt.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 2 + 16 + 20 + 6

[ranger exp/doubled]
+10 - Participate in a rolled hunt
+10 - Take down easy or medium prey
+20 - Join another ranger's group hunt

code

She'd never been here before, and Seifri finds it to be the perfect time to explore - large gathering of lions or not. After all, there were a ton of people in Amaryllis; surely they'd all run into each other sooner or later.

She wasn't sure what usefulness this territory had to it - a frown on her face as she tries to figure it out. As she moves deeper, she works to cover her scent with the ashes piled upon the ground, the yucky debris that most people would avoid. She used it for her advantage. Flicking an ear, that is when she notes the use the land had. The dense smoke was great for coverage, if ever needing to hide from someone... and the stained smell of fire and ash was great to keep hidden. Angling her head up, that is when she notes the weather above. It was extremely hard to see, but she could see and feel the snow falling, the sunlight hardly shining into the land. How odd.

+20 Explore a territory and find something useful in it (Path/2x xp)
+10 Study the weather or an astronomical phenomena (Path/2x xp)
+10 Practice covering your scent (Path/2x xp)

code by scorpixia♡︎

 

yavanna the white

🌫

3 years, lv 2 pathfinder +1 dice to hunt rolls

+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Exercise to gain strength (excluding spars)y
+10 Maintain your weapons (sharpen claws or care for teeth)

The air was thick with the hanging ash but something about this slightly eerie domain was interesting to Yavanna. It was a more exhilarating exercise here because sometimes you had to go by faith. Scents and the like got swallowed up in the aftermath of the flames. The trees didn't crumble as they looked and she had grown more curious in the days of the lower lands and why they were called home by some. It wasn't expected that she would come across a hunting group here but there they were. Reddened eyes peered at @Radahn idly, moving towards him but not coming to his side. He would see her, she was sure, contrast against the gloomy backdrop. Instead, Yavanna took the time they sat waiting to idly chew on a piece of bark that had fallen from one of the damaged trees.

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 15 + 11 + 8 + 7

2yo, no bonus
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 13 + 9 + 3 + 8

Aphid knew the scorched wilds well enough, having had grown up not far from their charcoal edges. She had taken to wandering amidst the stony forest of an early morning, when the sun first poked it's nose through the sparse trees. It had felt like something of a paradise, the girl able to see the beauty in most anything.

"Hey!" the youth perked, glancing across at her recent acquaintance @Carina, "What's this one?" Mismatched gaze peered down at a plant that was unlike anything she had ever seen before. She was grateful the woman was willing to share some knowledge with a budding Medic, though she wasn't always great at expressing it.

+20 (x2 XP) Join another Ranger’s group hunt
+40 (x2 XP) Learn something from a Master of your trade
+10 (x2 XP) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (or take down hard prey)

_{art by yumpy}

two years, no bonus
By sheer happenstance had she stumbled upon @Aphid and had been mildly embarrassed by her lack of words initially. Caught off guard by the girl's mane and, not to mention, the beauty in her bewitched gaze. Oh, she says quietly and hurries a step or two closer, not zhe plant you want. Unless you have enemies. Did she? It was hard to say for herself but she supposed that if Tiamat had enemies they were supposed to be hers and yet, she highly doubted that anyone would know who she was now. Zhat is Calbar Bean. Zhat will make your zroat* tight and make you unable to breaze*. Of course, there were plenty of other uses too which Carina figured was worth the knowledge. Also causes hyper salivation and seizures. Definitely not a plant to be messing around with and not know the risks embedded into it but at the very least, she could prepare if she ever needed to use such an item. (*throat, breathe)

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 18 + 9 + 1 + 5

^{ART BY RABBIT, CODE BY CALA}