2yo, no bonus
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 7 + 12 + 4 + 16

The dawn rushed over the northern peaks of Amaryllis with more speed than Aphid had experienced in other parts of the land. As though truly closer to the reaching fingers of warmth, it's morning scramble for contact is readily greeted by the frosty slopes of The Freeze and even more so by the lions who occupied them.

Aphid had trailed a fresh scent up towards The Springs, and found herself huddling around the steamy warm edges of the pools whilst she tried to catch which direction the smell had come from. Unclear what it was as yet, she cast a low chuff down the mountain for any ears who might catch wind and lend aid.

+40 Successfully lead a large hunt (5+ lions)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Take down easy or medium prey (dice-roll)/+20 Take down hard or extra hard prey (dice-roll)

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+10 Exercise to gain strength - sept double xp
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system sept double xp
+10 Maintain your weapons - Sept double xp

One Year, no bonus

She'd risen early with the dawn, when her breath still danced visibly above her head everytime she inhaled and exhaled. Her stride held purpose, athletic limbs taking her towards the Peaks. There she began her daily routine, climbing up the dangerous hills in order to train her strength. After a couple of hours, she decided to make her way toward the hot springs for a quick bath, desiring to ease her muscles.

Along the way she rose to her back feet to sharpen her front claws on a hefty boulder. THey left pale marks upon the stony surface, until she was satisfied with their sharpness.

The call for a hunt caught her attention, and she followed it eagerly. It was only one woman, but Runa knew that more would come. She wasn't used to being the first one, and so she simply nodded curtly at @Aphid.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 2 + 6 + 4 + 16

and i could've died last night

but i heard the the voice of a smaller god

code by corvus

ah, yuck! olympia spluttered a glob of plants out and watched it plop onto the ground. that isn't a herb. her ears drooped and she defiantly kicked the glob into an awaiting hot springs. she had been so careful too, looking out for the bright berries that signified a poisonous plant, to the bitter earthen taste of medicinal ones. she had thought she found the latter, until she realized they were neither medicinal or poisonous.

there was a weeks old baby mouse that clung onto her neck. she had allowed it because it barely weighed anything. when olympia spat the plants out, it squeaked and settled onto her cheek. shall we move on? she asked with a sheepish smile. as if it knew, the baby mouse squeaked once and buried itself into the dense plush of her fur.

just beyond, olympia noticed two lionesses. a hunt? in this place? she said as she headed towards them. as if on cue, olympia's stomach growled and she realized that it would be impossible to ignore it any longer. the medicine satchel she wore hung limp to her breast. she could store some meat in there in place of what she came to look out for. but, just as olympia settled, she saw some garden cress. now, those she knew and she giggled. those are mine, i gotta have them. [five years, no bonus]

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 1 + 19 + 20 + 5

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5 No bonus

It was cold here and initially she had been drawn in by a faint warmth against her whiskers. Now she approached in order to be of service.
Neytiri smiled and nodded to the few that were here, unsure of who exactly had made the call. Eyes landed on Runa kindly, recognizing her from the Mire. The other two however, after observing each of their scents, seemed to both be rogues. Neytiri X'uekai. From Ecrosia. She introduced.
The tall woman took a seat, residing herself to simply watching and waiting. Either until more joined them or a target crossed their paths.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 7d20: 14 + 9 + 12 + 7 + 5 + 18 + 17

09/-3/23 Double XP Event - Ambassador
+10 Observe and study a new scent
+10 Learn a character’s full name and rank
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

Art by Yumpy, Code by Minxy

IANTHE

1 Y | No Bonuses

A deep breath in, and warmth rushes into her lungs. Ianthe finishes gathering the nursing herbs and immediately heads over to the source of that divine heat.
The mineral scent being carried on the vapors overpowers her nose, she can usually smell lions before she sees them, but the group of lionesses at the edge of the pool is a surprise. One she recognizes, and Ianthe nods at her in greeting.
She can't smell prey, either, but it must be what they're aggregating for. Green eyes peer through the fog to try and spot the intended meal across the otherwise barren tundra.


Double exp event

+10 participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 gather herbs for nursing or birthing

coded by flea

Another hunt, and another chance to learn and prove herself. She had never traveled this much throughout her life, only leaving the safety of home a handful of times. The more she ventured out, the more she saw, the more she felt her confidence grow. She was not self assured like many of the others she’d seen in the Summit, but she hoped that with time it would change. That she wouldn’t always feel so lost and directionless. This was a good first step, and she would keep taking steps until she found where she was meant to be. She stopped amongst the other hunters, looking around to check for familiar faces, but was content to settle in quietly while she waited for the hunt to begin.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 8 + 3 + 19 + 5

1 year, no bonus

+10 Take down easy or medium prey OR +20 Take down hard or extra hard prey
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+20 Join another Ranger’s group hunt

art & code by vasilia

{3 years | No bonus}

The warmth of the hot springs was an oasis in the biting cold of the snowy cliffs. Lune felt the sting of the cold air rattle her bones. She would have preferred to be curled up in the familiar warmth of her den, surrounded by flowers and dozing to sweet birdsong, but duty called. Herbs would not collect themselves and the girl needed to be stocked for the coming winter.

Lune gazed around the surrounding rocks, looking for the pale green climbing of Usnea. The girl climbed on top of a couple of rocks to get a better view. She was some of the gossamer herb hanging from a twisting of branches. Leaning forward and outstretching her neck, Lune carefully grabbed a mouth full of the plant. Lune dried the icy frost off of the mossy plant prepping it so it could be readily used. Cautiously, she returned back to the ground and placed the plant between some of the rocks to shield it as she continued about her way. Lune looked around for more Usnea but did not see any. Sighing, she turned her pink nose to the air to see if something else was out there.

To Lune's excitement she smelled other lions. She took a deep breath before turning around to follow the scent. She was pleased to see that after walking a few lengths, she came upon a gathering group - the makings of a hunting party. Bring on the prey, she was hungry - she was ready.

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: 20 + 11 + 18 + 13 + 3

one year, +1 dice to hunt rolls
Leaping great distances and pivoting around corners, Daneri was making quick distance to a place that was referenced to for fighters. A place they could go to truly relax their muscles but first, she wanted to make sure that she put them to good use. Trailing up a frigid hillside, back legs working overtime as she sprang from one cold cliffside to another. Careful to land herself further towards solid rock rather than the slippery ledge that only her eyes could see. Each landing was met with a few solid seconds of taking a deep breath, both in joy that she had made it but also as though she were waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The ledge she found herself on gave way to expanse of land but it was truly the gathering of lions that hoisted her attention. Specifically @Ianthe as the yearling drew on closer (still keeping her distance) but wondering if this was one of the "three" that Hekate at the Passage had mentioned. It was hard to know who was who and even harder to know if the girl had been lying saying that there were three... perhaps the twins should've lied and said there were actually FOUR of them... that would've been more fun. But leave it to Daneri to think of something clever far after the fact. So she turned her attention back on the hunt, choosing (for now) to allow the curiosity to vanish. Instead, her gaze locks quietly onto her half-sister and if not for the hunt seemingly going to start soon she shuts her trap. Maybe another time...

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 4 + 10 + 15 + 16

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

+20 Hold a Wedding, Funeral, or Other Rite- Double XP
+20 Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group - Double XP
+10 Meditate or pray on your own or with someone else - Double XP

A bath maybe? Hmmm. Dio had wandered up the mountain thinking about taking a soak in the hot springs. On the way up she quietly let her mind wander, meditating on the past, the feeling of her paws on the ground, the world around her. She quietly sighs and emerges in sight of the spring.


But lo, a hunt? Another? She frowns just a bit and strikes her paw upon the ground to make it bleed. A rite of payment. Repayment for what we take. May we be successful and swift. Guide us. She blessed with a gentle voice and then headed off to join the rest of the lions.

3 Years / No Bonus
Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 19 + 4 + 5 + 9 + 12 + 17

code by dee, art by irish

1 year no bonus
As a child he may have not been too fond of the frozen northern lands, but it was slowly growing on him the older he got. He still lacked the thick fur that adorned some of his family members. But he was beginning to grow somewhat of a mane. It added some extra warmth to the nape of his neck at least.
Asbjørn may have gotten a little used to being so cold all the time but he wasn't immune. The hot springs were always a nice place to visit. Even if you didn't get into the water, the steam was also enough to warm your bones.
But he wasn't alone today. A hunt? His paw wiped at the ground beneath him, his intent set mentally as he envisioned sweeping away any negativity that may be lingering. Maua guide and protect us. He whispered.

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 4 + 15 + 2 + 8

09/03/23 Double XP Event - Cleric/Paladin
+20 Cast a blessing on a group
+10 Cleanse an area of bad omens
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

Art by Era, Code by Minxy