1 year, no bonus

+10 Collect herbs
+10 Dry or prepare herbs for use
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
He wanders the deathbed of the forest—soot hangs heavy in the air and tickles his lungs. There is no sound save for the hoarse coos of a crow, seeming to lament the death of the wilds. He can only imagine the beauty of what once was, though he supposes there is a beauty in ruin, too.

Surprisingly, he finds a crabwood tree that still produces seeds, albeit not many, and he easily seperates the branch from its trunk with his teeth. He rakes unsheathed claws across the blackened branch and seperates the seeds when he hears a distinct chuff lance across the gloom, deafening in the silence.

He quickly bundles the remaining branch into the hollow of the tree and follows the direction of the noise, never venturing too close to the group, but ready to join, regardless.

hunt luck roll:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 7 + 9 + 15 + 11

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{3 years | No bonus}

Sordid places had as way of seeking her out lately. A way of luring her in with a sweet, but empty lullaby. The smoke that hung thickly in the air threatened to wrap its beefy fingers around her neck until she lost her breath. The charred earth seemed to grasp and cling to her golden furs as if she could provide any refuge from the darkness. There was something sinister that seemed to electrify the quiet air, hum beneath the black mess of leaves, and it sent a chill down her spine. Lune’s small head swiveled around, looking for something of use, something redeeming in the charred wreckage. Through a smoky haze, and gathering of crab wood caught her attention. Gnarled and twisted, reaching out like the sharp curl of nails, the crab wood called to her. Slowly, carefully, Lune navigated through the haze to the plant. Swiftly, with the precision of an executioner, Lune snapped of a mouthful of brown nuts letting them fall to the ground in a succession of patters. She continued to snap off stems until she had a sizable pile. Next, the girl began to dry and prepare the nuts.

She head the call of the hunt echo ominously around her. What prey could linger in such a place as this? Tucking her spoils beneath a group of knotted black roots, Lune rose to her feet. She moved towards the sound of the call, eager to see what prey a place such as this could offer.

Medic Experience
+ 10 (x2) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (1/2)
+ 10 (x2) Collet herbs (1/2)
+ 10 (x2) Dry or prepare herbs for use (1/2)

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 20 + 3 + 2 + 19

birdie frei

Pulled into the knowing stare of his amber gaze, Birdie watches with intent as the cogs within his mature mind tick over. For @Roarke, this is second nature, and the information he shares comes with a mindless ease. She can already see the way he shifts through snow as if it were just weightless dust.

Still, she is happy to hear it wasn't all bad. Tracking prey in snow was apparently a lot easier, and the yearling nods as she absorbs it - her eyes skimming the area in front of them, noting there was tracks of some sort. Meanwhile, Roarke's mention of running was entirely understandable. Yes, the two of them were heavier than others - or would be - so it made sense they needed to be close before taking a swing.

What wasn't in the least surprising was her mentor's mention of - "Never back down." Birdie snickered vaguely, a knowing smirk etched across her features, "Don't mess with the big guy." Moral of the story.

--- exit

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

code by flea

one year, +1 dice to hunt rolls
Wandering upon another hunting party, what luck!, she managed to look around at the crowd. Gauging each one and of course, noticing her older sister, but her attention was swiftly taken back to @Sybil when Dani noticed something off. Purple eyes squinted as she stared at the spot she swore had moved on the lioness. A color that was not the color of the lioness. Continuing to swear up and down that he wasn't going crazy, she saw it again. Aha! she jerked her head up quickly before ducking it back down and knew she had to say something. So she tried her very best to weasel around the area in an effort to get to her. Taking a hunting stance a few feet away and turning her head slightly to the side, pst. I think you have a stowaway in your neck fur. As though she wouldn't already be feeling those little claws scrambling on the back of her neck. Daneri, however, wasn't all that familiar with "pets".

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 12 + 15 + 9 + 17

+10 - take part in a successful hunt
+10 - participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt systemBG — ART — CODE

The jungle was mostly a place lush with life, but this area was barren and filled with ash. As she moved through, aiming to eventually come up to the group gathering for a hunt, she continued studying the territory around her. Some plants had poked through the char from the fire, but they were thin and scraggly, hardly there. They would be easily crushed by the winter snow, and it made it easy to see why the area had not been able to fully recover. None of the herbs she spotted were grown enough to be worth collecting, and she wouldn’t feel right taking from a land in such poor shape anyways, so she decided to leave the plants alone, and stood with the others, focused on the hunt. Hunt Luck Roll: Rolling 5d20: 19 + 7 + 18 + 4 + 9 4 years, no bonus +10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system +10 Study the flora of a neutral territory (medic) +10 Scout a neutral territory (path)

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She was focused entirely on the task at hand but only turned her attention when @Daneri approached from her left. Immediately Sybil would turn slightly, ears pricked forward as she listened to the yearling whisper, pst. I think you have a stowaway in your neck fur. She couldn't help the smile and giggle that came afterwards, shaking her head slightly. "Indeed sugar, you are right. This here is 'Tiny.'" She introduces her companion, meanwhile at the mention of her name the little dormouse would scurry up Sybil's neck to hunker down behind her left ear. She would peek out behind Sybil's ear, squeaking softly at Daneri before her little nose would twitch, tiny paws gripping onto the longer tendrils of fur that Sybil carried. "She says hello." Sybil muses before glancing back at the others gathered, they would be getting started soon enough but in the meantime she didn't see any harm in making an acquaintance. "And you can call me Sybil." She says with another grin before falling quiet once more.

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HUNT REQUEST
— RESULTS —

Rolled Prey: Medium - Oryx
Number of Prey Animals: 1

Hunting Party Stats: 11 Adults, 8 Yearlings, Lvl 2 Pathfinder = 31d20
Lion Hits: 14 + 17 luck = 31
Prey Dodges: 2

Lion Successful Hits: 29

LIONS HAVE WON!

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

An oryx picks its way along the wilds, its elegant form an ambiguous black outline against the dense veil of soot, and for a fleeting second, Kai thinks it looks like soul trapped on earth, caught between life and death.

It looks lost and directionless, and maybe it's pity that drives him to attack first. He quickly closes the distance between him and their quarry, claws sinking deep into its rear in a bid to slow its movement.

It has no chance against their overpowering numbers, and he has his fill before returning to his herbs. He scoops out the herbs and feverishly continues to seperate the seeds from the branch. Once satisfied, he gathers them between his jaws and saunters off, eager to add them to his stash.

-exit-

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{3 years | No bonus}

She did not burn in the acrid air for long, though its smoke fingertips still bore in to her pupils as she locked eyes with the oryx. It did not blend in very well. Its light creams glowing against the dark burn of the earth. In a way, it reminded her of well, herself. She smiled softly at the thought. Lune knew that that's where the similarities stopped and she flexed her claws, scratching them into the ashen earth. Her ears flicked back as she looked around at the rest of the hunting party. She would move with the group, breaking off into a separate unit to try to bring down the oryx from the left, her jaw and claw snapping and striking its side.

The lions had the upper hand from the start. It did not take an extensive amount of time to bring the beast down. When it was all said and done, Lune enjoyed her allotment and left to go back to pick up her hidden herbs.

Exit Lune.

Medic Experience
+ 10 (x2) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (2/2)
+ 10 (x2) Collet herbs (2/2)
+ 10 (x2) Dry or prepare herbs for use (2/2)

+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)

She listened as the duo continued, the plum girl solidifying what she'd learned from Roarke. Which in turn solidified what Runa had gathered from their conversation.

Men were gifted to be naturally stronger than women, or so the Deity thought, and she listened intently for that very reason. If she could secretly learn by eavesdropping, then so it will be. The red-maned guy seemed to know much about fighting in snow, and she could almost imagine him fighting in the heaps of the Tundra.

Moving in the snow she knew of, and she had the advantage of a smaller shape, unlike the duo. She could imagine outrunning them both in the snow. It would be a piece of cake.

Birdie echoed Runa's thoughts on backing down. It only solidified what the Deity had been taught all her life, and so with the hunt complete, she went back on her merry way.

exit

and i could've died last night

but i heard the the voice of a smaller god

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