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od is singing in my head again / in the howling voice of a she-wolf / that’s just eaten her young.

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A thunderstorm threatened the hunt that day, but Ashaera would never shy from such a challenge. It left prey animals feeling protected, safe. It lended her the cloak of darkness, the rumbling of distant thunder and continuous cacophony of rain disguising her footsteps. Paws which were especially adept for the hunt crept through the jungle, ignoring the dampness of her heavy fur as she threaded through the thicket. There was a herd nearby, though the smell of petrichor had long diminished what sort of animal they were; regardless, she crept ever-closer, eager to launch her assault.

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3 years, no bonuses.
+40 (x2) Successfully lead a large hunt
+40 (x2) Successfully lead 3 hunts in 1 OOC month (2/3)
+20 (x2) Take down hard or extra hard prey or
+10 (x2) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 18 + 15 + 3 + 10

Art by AleTie, table by cala

she doesn't know what she's doing here of all places. she can't remember exactly where it happened, that afternoon with draven, but her skin feels electric all the same as the painfully familiar scent of moss and decay settles over her. the bite of winter's coming is in the air and she shivers ( though not from the cold ), fluffing up her long fur and deepening her scowl. thunder rumbles overhead and the rain patters down around her, cleansing even the memories from her mind. she pauses in her approach, tipping her head back and letting herself bathe in the fresh water. a moment passes and she drops her eyes back to the tracks she's following. a paw brushes across the dimpled indent and her brows tighten, head dropping low, and easing her way through the undergrowth. the hush of the day bids her to quietness and she obliges, eyes searching the undergrowth for whomever she's tracking.

4 yrs, no bonus
+10 - hunt (x2)
+10 - track someone (x2)

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 17 + 4 + 3 + 13

ANGEL HE CALLS ME, BUT DOES HE KNOW I'M FALLEN?

 

yavanna the white

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3 years, no bonus

+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Cover your tracks
+10 Take part in a successful hunt

The weather was shit and the rain felt odd to her still. Rain wasn't common up in the mountains, it froze before it really got to touch anything. Still, the more she ventured into the low lands the more she was assaulted with culture shock. Yavanna liked the mud because it helped cover her pale coat but she hated the rain and one could see it in the angry set of her brows as she walked into the grove. Every few steps or so, she would move the mud to cover her sunken tracks frowning up at the canopy every time the sky roared. It was harder to hunt in this annoying weather but something was bound to mess up whether from fear or just pure stupidity.

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 19 + 4 + 8 + 3

Aurelia

still the curled fists gripping the yes of the world, the cadence of tragedy, the yes of night shepherding shadows closer to home. Yes, the moon, the bright unending.

It was especially dark for a thunderstorm, and Aurelia could feel the electrifying crackling in the air. And yet, she was drawn to the hunt, having noticed the collective of lions growing closer toward the herds that lingered within the grove's wider expanses. She struggled against the gnarled and tangled roots beneath her, and had quickly scaled a tree and hung from one of its large, low-hanging branches. Perhaps, if she could go unnoticed by whatever frantic prey was scared in her direction, she might have the advantage of leaping down onto one of them, taking them entirely by surprise.

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1 year, no bonuses.
+40 (x2) Solve a major problem for your pride (1/2)
+20 (x2) Win a strategy game or best someone else (1/2)
+20 (x2) Test a theory that turns out to be right (1/2)

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 20 + 10 + 15 + 12

code by cala, art by kite

The grove were a plentiful place, with pleasant whether even as the snow threatened to sweep down from the far north. The last autumnal blooms exploded the territory in elegant yellows, reds, and golds. Kvare would have been more mesmerized were he not so enthused about his own training, raking his claws against the trunks of ancient trees, sharpening them at their fine edges. Then, he would turn to strike the tree, thrilled by the sound of splintering wood in his wake. There was little that could pull him away, however, except for the call of a hunt; and eagerly did he answer it.

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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: 3 + 8 + 18 + 17 + 12

Art by AleTie, table by cala

The Grove were a peaceful, plentiful place. Melusina had little trouble finding herbs among its blooming flowers, the last flora of autumn quickly finalizing their last blooms before they receded for the winter. Greedy was she in her endeavor, plucking as many as her pouch could fit and leaving out in the sun those that did not. Eventually, however, she was drawn to the noises of gathering lions in the near distance. Her paws quickly scrambled in their direction, finding a pleasant spot on a nearby fallen log to watch as they began to group up, to discuss their plans.

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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)

Table by cala, art by drifty

{3 years | No bonus}

The girl was called out of her light slumber by the rumbling of thunder, the delicate patter of rain, and the warm scent of the earth enveloping around her svelte frame. She extends her forelegs in a deep stretch, pressing her stomach to the softened ground while raising her hips as if pulled against gravity by marionette strings. Lune rubbed herself against the the soft flowers, letting blades of grass tickle her nose as she enshrouded herself in their essence. Hoping the let herself wash away in the rain and the flora of the grove.

Something else twinkled underneath the roll of thunder. Faint noises, unfamiliar smells, the possibility of a new adventure. Without a moment of hesitation, Lune rose from her romp in the flowers and followed the scent trail. She felt dually rewarded as she approached a group of lions gathering for the hunt. Looking around, she gave the hunting party a friendly nod - eagerly anticipating what unsuspecting prey would cross their path.

Pathfinder Experience
+ 10 (x2) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (1/2)
+ 10 (x2) Practice covering your scent (1/2)
+ 10 (x2) Take part in a successful hunt (1/2)

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 11 + 18 + 17 + 8

IANTHE

1 Y | No Bonuses

Despite the dark, rumbling overcast, orange ashanti peppers were still easy to spot in the otherwise muted landscape. The herbs are stuffed hastily into her satchel, Ianthe trying to gather as much as she can before the first crash of thunder breaks across the sky.

Between the columns of pines, she spots a small crowd gathered in the thicket. A hunt about to start, and she accepts that her fate is to be a part of it.
With a sigh Ianthe weaves through the trees and joins them.

"By ancient wisdom and nature's grace, may your aim be true and your quarry embrace its fate." She says, and then pauses, "And keep us dry." It's not Hekate's usual prayer, but Ianthe doesn't see why she can't at least ask.

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 (Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group)

coded by flea

The grove was a decent area for remaining undetected. Though there was not a lot of ground cover, and very little foliage, the evergreen trees were plentiful and fragrant. The rain helped to wash away any distinct notes from her scent, and would help conceal her tracks. The rumble of thunder disguised any sounds she may have made as she rubbed herself against the branches and trunks of the trees. Her body stayed low to the ground, gaze seeking out trees that were more lush, with dense, lower hanging branches. She slid closer to the group, doing her best to keep her steps silent despite the cover given by the weather, and ducked down once she was within earshot, sliding into a small hollow under one of the many trees to hide. Renfri is attempting to hide! +10 Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters) +5 Study the landscape of an area +5 Practice hiding your scent

template by Mouser x

With her body rubbed in dry mud, she works to cover her scent as she finds herself traveling forward into a neutral land she hadn't been in before. Purple eyes were alert as she moved, noting the grove and it's many features. A useful feature she found with the land was the tall trees and shelter that it provided, something she bet people used more often than not. Keeping close to the bundle of endless trees, she finds her interest shifting to the weather, the way the breeze was chilled and the skies above, wondering if maybe a storm might be on the horizon sooner or later with winter coming. +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)

credits to vasilia