2 years, No Bonus
The maroon female strolled along the sands, very loosely following a scent trail of prey- her mind on different issues than the prey she followed, and yet, as she rounded a bend in the shore and the scent grew stronger... Well, she couldn't deny the calling within her. She let out some soft chuffs for anyone who happened to be in the area, calling out to them and hoping that they would come join her. Nothing like a dusk hunt, with some decent cloudy cover.. and the strong breeze bringing the scent of prey right to her. Surely, someone would be nearby.

Hunt Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 14 + 17 + 18 + 12

potential xp: +40 Lead a large hunt (5+lions), +20 take down hard or extra hard prey OR +10 take down easy or medium prey, +10 participate in a rolled hunt

ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY LARS

Of course he was on the shoreline—he very rarely left the locale his clan chose to reside on—so Krait heard the sound of the lady’s call over the rush of the ocean air. His little rounded ears twitched over his curly, windswept mane, and he gave no answering call as he trotted off to find her. A smile was already upon his speckled face when she came into view, a rosy shadow in the overcast evening. A giddy joy filled him as he came near and dipped his unadorned head in quiet greeting, eagerly dragging in the scents that had spurred her to call for assistance. “I’m here to help,” he stated in a gentle, assuring tone, his claws already flexing into the sand expectantly.

3 years, no bonuses

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 10 + 4 + 18 + 2

+10 20 Join another Ranger’s group hunt
+5 10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

Image by Zeny Rosalina - Table by Mouser

4 yrs | no bonus

The dark sand had been a unusual thing to him, but with more than a year in these lands Valerian had grown accustomed to the oddities of this shore. Today he wanders under cloudy sky in search of nothing more than a good walk. There were pawprints clear in the sand that hadn’t evaded his attention, but initially the Savante had ignored them.

That was til he was further along the moody shoreline and a call arose - unfamiliar. A hunt, it appeared. With curiosity the man abandons his stroll to offer his presence (for he was not an excellent hunter by any means). It wasn’t long til he came across a rosy-pelted young lioness, and a ashen lion. Valerian didn’t share the same lightheartedness, peering stoically with a question.

“What is it we seek?”

Hunt Luck Roll: 

Rolling 6d20: 19 + 18 + 8 + 11 + 3 + 10

art © yumpy

Another thankfully, mercifully close to home. Kvare need not travel far from his borders to catch up to the gathering lions, the blissful white sands of Caladan suddenly turning darker, trademarked of the Stygian. The sky were cloudy, though there was little threat of rain; if anything, it kept away the sun's last lingering heat, brought with it a chill promising of the swiftly-approaching winter. Kvare quickly sharpened his claws against a few nearby rocks, before taking a hastened, energizing sprint toward the group, gaze eagerly spread between those few present already. More were certain to come.

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7 years, no bonuses.
+10 (x2) Maintain your weapons (1/2)
+10 (x2) Exercise to gain strength (1/2)
+10 (x2) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (1/2)

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 4 + 6 + 2 + 20

Art by Raph, table by cala

She thought often of what once was home. For a long while, the Lagoon had been all she'd ever known; the Mire had been some fanciful, distant dream. But now, she'd lived with her father and half-siblings in his own kingdom (one, she recollected and remembered to remember, as much as one cub could muster, that was now ruled by her brother). Eager was she to return to the shores now and then, however, collecting her herbs and setting them out to dry along the beach. Even in this familiar place there were new things growing, the cooling of winter encouraging new growth. Almost blissfully unaware was she of the hunt just nearby.

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5 months, doesn't 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)

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 11 + 16 + 15 + 20

Table by cala, art by drifty

The sea was a great place to find all kinds of toxins little bobs and trinkets. Certain shallow water dwellers would easy pickings during low tide. And the sky was pretty clouded over so they wouldn’t be trying to hide away from the sun.

There was a particular sneaky guy that Arianwen was after. Easy enough to spot but very difficult to cultivate. It was a blue ringed octopus. An adorable but unfortunately deadly sea creature. Handling them was definitely not for the untrained or inexperienced.

Ari poked around the shallows and a few tide pools before finally coming across one. Despite being one of the world’s deadliest, they were luckily not very aggressive. Yet Arianwen would not be taking chances. She wrangled him in with a long sturdy stick before placing him down into a woven grass basket of sorts. From there she extracted some of his venom. (I’m going to tell you how she did it because I haven’t the knowledge, time or fucks. Imagination.)

She mixed the tiny bit of liquid with a “tea” she had made previously. Various poisonous plants she had soaked for days. That water was what she used now. Porcupine needles were placed into the liquid as well. Just the tips of them. The poison she crafted could potentially kill a grown elephant but Ari had always believed in going big or going home.

One of the quills she removed extremely carefully. What to test it on.. A seagull landed not far from her and after a moment of consideration, as well as a moment to find her aim, she flung the needle toward the bird. It cried out as the quill buried into its chest. Arianwen began to mentally count until the bird dropped. Around five minutes. Not bad. Hitting a large lion with one of these suckers would probably take closer thirty minutes. A big probably. Something she wouldn’t know until the day came, if the day ever came, for her to use it on another lion. Arianwen was by no means a villain. She had no plans to just go about stinging strangers with laced porcupine quills.

With her findings logged away, she set about making an antidote for this. If one could even be made. Well even if it couldn’t she had enough supplies with her to make an antidote to something else. Something far less potent.

She set aside everything in two batches and began crafting both at the same time. One for counter acting the quills and another for just something random. If it wasn’t strong enough for this poison then it should be strong enough for another.



09/03/23 Double Xp Event - Assassin
+20 Create a poison and its antidote
+10 Test a poison
+10 Make an antidote

Art by Yumpy, Code by Minxy

She was back on the shore, already making her way into the shallows of the ocean when Eisa’s call found her. It seemed she was calling for a hunt, and though Renfri would be drawn in closer by the sound of the former princesses call, it was not to participate. She’d been hiding plenty lately, but this was far more interesting, curious to see how the brightly colored girl was faring, now that the Saxe had destroyed her home and family. Leaving behind the water, the briny scent clinging to her, she rolled in the sand to dull the brighter parts of her fur and further dampen any personal notes of scent. She crept forward on silent paws, crouching in the shadows of a large rocky tower a distance away from the forming group, hoping she would not be spotted. Renfri is attempting to hide! +10 Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters) (sleuth) +5 Practice covering your scent (assassin) +5 Practice speed or stealth (assassin)

template by Mouser x

Being among the waves was something Seifri enjoyed pretty well. Seeing so many lions among the shore, however, was a bit odd. She wondered what they may be hunting, what prey could possibly be among the stygian shore that was of enough interest to pull this many people close. Rolling in the sand, she works to hide her scent before she nears closer. She notes the land, the water afar and the sand underneath her, as well as seashells and other small things she passed among the landscape. Lowering down, she hides off to the side as she watches to see what the lions catch. seifri is hiding +20 Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters) (Sle/2x xp) +10 Study the landscape of an area (Sle/2x xp) +10 Practice hiding your scent (Sle/2x xp)

credits to vasilia

+20 Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group - sept double xp
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system sept double xp
+10 Cleanse an area of bad omens - Sept double xp

One Year, no bonus

She had not anticipated this hunt.

Earlier, before the lions had gathered, Runa had arrived to Stygian on her own mission. Her youthful paws treaded a land that not many of her kind would appreciate. The sea was the Sigrun's god, but she thought it just a heap of saltwater. Dangerous heap, but there was nothing special about it.

And so she'd come to put a dagger in the sea's heart. She was not taking any chances, even if this sea-god did not exist.

And it didn't, truly. There was only one god she knew.

So she'd sat at the shoreline, dark soot and ash smeared upon her pale-grey features, chanting what she thought was a cleansing ritual.

Then as the call for a hunt came, she followed it. She took the opportunity, surveying from afar, to cast a blessing of her own upon the group. With her overbearing power, they will succeed today. Wasn't she a merciful god?

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 20 + 10 + 2 + 8

and i could've died last night

but i heard the the voice of a smaller god

code by corvus

The sea was surprisingly, achingly calm. Xavier meandered contemplatively down the shore at first, but as time drawled on, he found himself moving faster and faster, keener and keener, intent on utilizing such exercise to further his strength and endurance. His tail lashed out behind him, his ears perked forward and his gaze solidly focused on the sea. The sky was endlessly cloud-covered, but there was little threat of rain written upon it. The wind was increasingly bitter, the scent of prey barely clinging to the fringes. There was something far worse spelling on the horizon, and Xavier was intent on figuring out just what was coming, how best to prepare for it.

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+20 (x2) Use information gathered about a threat to protect your pride (1/2)
+10 (x2) Exercise to gain endurance (Pal) (1/2)
+10 (x2) Exercise to gain strength (Barb) (1/2)

Art by dessxly, table by cala