3 Y
Bonuses:
Ranger Level 2: +1 dice to hunt rolls
Ranger Level 3: -1 dodge roll for prey

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Under the ambient buzzing and chirping of the forest, Spark hears the delicate snap of a twig.

He pauses – the prey pauses.

Godverdomme

He’d been following the prey’s scent for almost half a kilometer, so focused on not loosing the trail in the fog of other smells that he hadn’t been looking where he was stepping. An embarrassingly amateur move at his big age.
The prey is alert now, looking this way and that for the source of the sound, it’s only a matter of time before it’s going to dart off.

The ranger gives a low, echoing chuff. He’s going to need backup.

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Double exp event

+10 Follow the scent of prey
+40 Successfully lead a large hunt (5+ lions) OR +20 Successfully lead a small hunt (less than 5 lions)
+20 Take down hard or extra hard prey (dice-roll) OR +10 Take down easy or medium prey (dice-roll)

all you have is your fire

and the place you need to reach

code by corvus

The little fae never felt more at home than when she was in a forest. The Grove, the Glade, the Thicket, they all felt like home.
Arianwen had been lounging amongst a pile of lush mosses, her pelt coated in intricate and colorful designs. She had found some berry bushes and had helped herself to playing in their juices. One elegant ear twitched to the sounds of a twig snapping. For a whole minute the forest seemed to grow quiet before slowly coming back to life. But not before she picked up the faint chuffs of someone in need.
Ari stood with a stretch and a yawn before returning the man's low call. The lithe creature slipped into the trees, circling up around the lion with a smile and a hushed, At your service.
@Sunstalker


09/03/23 Double XP Event - Bard
+10 Apply dye/paint on yourself or someone else
+10 Socialize with 2 other characters in a thread
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

Art by Yumpy, Code by Minxy

// not participating //

Birdie had seemingly become rather talented at worming her way under the wing of large and experienced men, and though she wasn't yet sure exactly what she hoped to achieve, for now she is content to play her part. "I have to ask. How was it you ruled for so long and defeated so many?" her young features looked up to @Alaric as they arrived upon the hunt, a smirk pulling smugly at her lip-corners. He was well-established as a leader, and had struck down countless who dare oppose him.

"Violarum says you are old. How do you stay so fit?" sure, she knew exactly what she was doing - buttering him up a bit whilst also getting something in return. It was true though, for an elder lion Alaric looked... good, healthy.

+40 Learn something from a Master of your trade (Long Reign)
+40 Learn something from a Master of your trade (Defeat Many)
+40 Learn something from a Master of your trade (Fitness)

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(1/2) +40 Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters) (double xp event)
(1/2) +10 Practice hiding your scent (double xp event)
(1/2) +10 Study the landscape of an area (double xp event)
The thicket provided an amazing amount of places one could hide. With all of the thick foliage and the massive tree trunks, even a lion of his colossal size could manage to stay undetected - which was what he was planning on being. Arkyn had caught movement not too far from him, and as he crept closer he realized it was the beginning of a hunt (mostly due to the chuffs he'd heard as he got closer). Ears twist forward as his body presses up against a trunk, far enough away from the group that his movements wouldn't cause too much noise. He made sure he watched where he stepped, not wanting to get tangled up in any gnarled roots or run into any low hanging limbs.

He gets closer toward a flower bush and begins to rub himself along it slowly on both sides. The floral scent should be enough to throw anyone off of his trail for the time being, and once he was satisfied he would settle in on crouching low and watching the group from a comfortable distance.

arkyn is hiding!

BITE BACK IN ANGER

ART BY 86, CODE BY DEE, MODIFIED BY GUNNER

He'd ventured far from home during the early morning hours to train. His ascension to Kinghood once more would not be met with the same powerlessness, and Kvare were eager to flex his muscles whenever he'd the opportunity. It were strange, then, how around the same time he'd come into power, Amaryllis experienced a seeming boom in prey. The last of the herds got their final fills before leaving for the coming winter, and he would be fool to let such an opportunity slip through his fingers, regardless of the terrain they'd chosen to hunt in.

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7 years, 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: 4 + 15 + 19 + 13 + 12

Art by Rabbit, table by cala

She were small, easily capable of fitting into the tiniest of spaces. Melusina had been nearly completely tangled in dry, gnarled roots to reach a particularly rare flower by the time the call for the hunt came out. And quickly had her paws hastened, desperate to grab the herb before the hunters were called away; and then, just then, she managed to grab it. Content, Melusina plucked the flower at its stem and retreated from the tangledwood, before making her way toward the gathering crowd of lions. Other herbs had long begun to dry out in her pack, ready for usage, but eager and proud was she of the flower that clung between her lips now.

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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.

The territories nestled in the Amaryllisian foothills were still yet to be touched by the coming winter, and it afforded Radahn a few lingering moments of warmth before he would live among the blizzards and brutal snowpack. It also gave him the chance to hunt on softer terrain, with easier prey. His strength had long begun to grow, though nowhere near it might have were he larger, bulkier. But Radahn had one thing many others didn't: he'd had his faith. Thus, as he approached the gathering group, he found a secluded area on the sidelines to pray.

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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: 4 + 9 + 10 + 2 + 7

Code & art by cala

While she knew in her heart of hearts that Reah was gone and very unlikely to ever come back, Yasmin couldn’t stop herself from occasionally looking. It was this desire to find her adopted mother that sent her in the direction of the thicket, toward the path of the hunt slowly coming together there. She paused when she caught their scents, heard their low voices, and quietly raked her claws against the nearest tree—an easy marker to remind herself where she had been and which direction to return in.

Not a one among the group as she approached was familiar, and she felt bitter disappointment burn in her stomach. Her nose wrinkled as she looked over the lions there, half a mind to turn back and head home, but there was still something to be gained from this outing. “Eisha, World Mother, feed us well,” she prayed softly below her breath, her words more formal than those she chose for her patron, Itri, “let the reward for our efforts be plentiful.” She hoped the earth deity was listening.

1 year, no bonuses

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 9 + 4 + 10 + 2

+10 20 Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group
+5 10 Mark a trail through a territory
+5 10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

Image by Gabrielle Motter - Table by Mouser

10 years -- lvl 3 ranger -- +1 dice to hunt rolls -1 to dodge roll for prey -- count as two lions in a hunt
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 6 + 7 + 2 + 11

There were very few lions he would have accepted this task from -- Violarum was one of them. Alaric had little time to spare for the training of youth other than his own, but the Frei had been his longest standing ally and friend and he could hardly deny him a few lessons. Or, rather, his daughter.

"By not being overconfident," he answered, flashing her a grin, "but by acting as though I am." Sure he had confidence for days, but the arrogant swagger was always ramped up when needed. "By not letting down my guard, and treating every challenger or enemy as if they were a force to be reckoned with, no matter how skilled or unskilled they were. Pay attention, constantly. Keep limber and loose and focused." It was more than what she had asked for, but Alaric wasn't going to slack on his part, here.

Old; lord she had a tongue just like her old man, didn't she? Alaric scoffs, even though he knows damn well his age shows, now. The white in his mane is more obvious than the graying in his face; he is, as ever, thankful for his pale coloring. "Even when I want to rest I don't. I get myself up and I move, constantly. Patrolling becomes less of a dull chore and more of a challenge. I run, I stretch my muscles, and I put them to the test. Rolling old logs, especially." They were heavy as hell and always guaranteed to leave him exhausted.

@Birdie

coding and art by dusk

One Year, no bonus

+40 Learn something from a Master of your trade 1/2 (ruling for long)
+40 Learn something from a Master of your trade 1/2 (defeating many)
+40 Learn something from a Master of your trade 1/2 (staying fit)

It had become routing by now, to find gatherings of hunters in order to practice her skills. The sun was low now, and she'd thought that today her luck would not yield any such finds, but apparently, those who search - find. Now she emerged from the thick shrubberry, unsuspecting who she may see there.

The voices of this familiar girl, @Birdie, caught her attention. She expected to see the red0haired colossal with her, for they seemed to have a teacher-pupil relationship.

She didn't expect to see him.

The girl froze like a deer in headlights, mismatched eyes wide. Thump, thump, thump. Her heart began to gallop like a wild horse against her ribcage. Be still, fool heart! The vessel did not obey. It only made her muscles stiff, her cheeks flushed, her ears hot. Fool girl! If she could rip out of her flesh and give herself a good trashing, she would do it no question.

How, this girl asked, how did he rule for so long? She listened with one ear, trying to look the other way. Pretending she did not hear them. Pretending her heart wasn't trying to tear free from her chest. It was as if only yesterday she'd seen @Alaric rise to his throne. As if only yesterday she'd fought the resistance against his supremacy.

But it had been long. Much longer than the plum girl beside him had lived.

He'd remained strong, but was it really strength? His reign had been long and peaceful, from what she could tell, but there was no glory in this. Glory laid in battle, in conquering... but Alaric... he'd somehow chosen the path of compliance. Of peace.

It was not strange, then, that he'd lived a good life.

While she rots in the ground. While she screams, bound by chains of death.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 8 + 3 + 13 + 19

and i could've died last night

but i heard the the voice of a smaller god

code by corvus