1 yr, no bonus
(1/2) +40 Successfully lead a large hunt (5+ lions) (double xp event)
(1/2) +10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (double xp event)
(1/2) +10/+20 Take down easy, medium, hard or extra hard prey (dice-roll) (double xp event)
The yearling felt nervous to lead his first hunt. His stomach felt as though it was doing backflips and the way his anxiety rose was almost enough for Saladin to call it quits and forget about the whole thing. He knew he needed to do this though, so instead of tucking tail and wandering off the Svend-Tollaire would allow for his nose to guide him as he followed a scent trail. Several soft chuffs would echo into the cool air, almost drowned out by the sound of water crashing down on rocks. Ears would twist backward as he continued on his path, now crouching low and beginning to become mindful of where he was stepping.

rolling 9/25!

art by spu, table by dee

5 yr, no bonus
(1/2) +10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
(1/2) +10 Exercise to gain endurance (excluding spars
(1/2) +10 Complete a hunt in neutral territory using the hunt system (double xp event)
Smaug had found the falls a rather useful place. There were many obstacles and climbs for him to do in order to keep himself in better shape. He had been jogging up and down a slightly deep incline of a trail that led to the top of the waterfall all the way down to its base, using this as a time to further strengthen his muscles and build up his endurance. He was in the middle of jogging down the trail when he heard the chuffs, an ear flicking as ember eyes glance around. The beast catches sight of the yearling and a snort leaves flared nostrils; he hoped that this kid knew what he was doing. Jogging the rest of the way down the trail, Smaug would slow down to a slow walk as his body crouched lower to the ground, nostrils sniffing the air to see what would be on the menu today.

ART BY EIGHTYSICHS, CODE BY DEE, MODIFIED BY GUNNER

For the first time out of the many hunts she’d joined recently, she was among the first to arrive at the call for a hunt. The one calling for the hunt seemed close in age and size to her, and for a moment she found herself envious of his ability to call for a hunt, to be ready to lead others. It wasn’t a jealous rage, and she realized quickly that the envy was more admiration and motivation than anything else. She would let this be an example to her, that she too could grasp control of her life if she just shook off the fear and let herself focus on what needed to be done.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 5 + 13 + 17 + 6

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

4 years, No bonuses

Hunger curled deep within her belly, beckoning the woman to travel far beyond the borders in search of a quick meal. Florentina hadn't ventured from the Hollows very often, becoming much more of a recluse than before they had the Hollows in their grasp. But she was becoming outgoing once more, and today was no different then that. It seemed that others had the same idea in mind as she hears the summons up ahead. Following the worn trail she hears the roar of the falls and pauses, nostrils flaring slightly as she inhales and exhales. Her position isn't far off from @Smaug and she can just make out his form up ahead. Using his body language she would follow in behind him, waiting to see what they'd be chasing today. Meanwhile she would hum low to herself, chanting in hopes the Mother would be listening. "Anya hallgasd meg imámat, legyünk sikeresek a mai vadászatunkon. Töltsük meg a hasunkat, hogy elégedettek legyünk." She says with confidence, waiting for the cues from the others as she continues further down the trail.

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¹ Mother hear my prayer, let us be successful on our hunt here today. Fill our bellies so that we may be satisfied.

[cleric exp/doubled]
+10 - Participate in a rolled hunt
+10 - Meditate or pray

Art by rach, table by cala

Setri was not yet old enough to participate in the hunts with the adults, but she was finding there was a lot to learn just by watching. She had taken to scouting neutral territories more, learning the different landscapes and this day was no different. She moved eagerly through the maze like paths, trying to commit the different twists and turns to memory. It was a clear day and the sun was just beginning to rise, which meant that the already cool autumn air was extra sharp. Pretty soon, not even the rising sun would be enough to chase off the bitter chill once winter hit in full force. Continuing forward, she didn’t stop until she found where the call had come from, the small group beginning to form near the waterfall. She had seen it in the distance and wondered how to get to it. She trotted over towards the large landmark, taking a seat on the shore, as close as she could get without feeling the splashback from the water so she could watch the hunt and hopefully remain out of the way.

+20 Find a notable landmark in a territory
+10 Study the weather or an astronomical phenomena
+10 Scout a neutral territory

Ary by Moogle - Code by Sava

{3 years | No bonus}

The golden girl spent her days in the same routine. As much as routine could give comfort, it could be unnerving as well. Lune found solace in her familiar forage for herbs. She took pleasure in identifying herbs, breaking them down piece by delicate piece, creating salves or attempting poisons. It all kept her mind active. In a way, her mind was as finely tuned a weapon as her claws. A mind is such a terrible thing to waste. And so she found herself rooting through the lush grass with the waterfall as her backdrop.

Her dual toned eyes served the surrounding flora, studying little clumps of flowers here or a tangle of vines there. She delicately pushed her pink nose through rows of berries, passing gently over wet clumps of moss as she searched for mangoes. The girl finally found her prize. With a gentle bite, Lune separated the plump orange fruit from its stem and started making a pile on top of the mossy rocks. She was not collecting long before she felt the familiar pang of hunger. Her closest companion. Lune sighed, tucking her fruit between two mossy rocks before looking around. Lifting her nose to the air, she took a deep swing, letting the scents that the breeze carried overwhelm her. Hmm. Some prey lingered nearby, but also other lions. Lune turned to travel towards the smell of lions. She was not wandering long before she was a group gathering in the distance. She wasted no time making her way over to them - eager to join the hunt, ready to feast.

Medic Experience
+ 10 (x2) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (1/2)
+ 10 (x2) Collet herbs (1/2)
+ 10 (x2) Study the flora of a neutral territory (1/2)

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 1 + 17 + 8 + 7

one year, +1 dice to hunt rolls
This time around there were a few extra lions rather than just two solid-ass males. All of them unfamiliar (again, not surprising given her lack of interaction with most of the outside world) but she was happy to participate if it meant adrenaline and keeping herself occupied. Plus, it gave her extra time away from the Plains and that was the best excuse... though, she didn't expect to be taking anything back with her as evidence so hopefully the lazy-King would simply take her word for it. Not like he was out here hunting for fun, was he? His daughter had been busy doing but that was as far as she had noticed. At least out here she couldn't be flagged as anything other than a plain and simple Plains lion.

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 12 + 17 + 6 + 18

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

7 years, no bonus

It's easy to follow the scent of @Florentina here, especially given her own habits of bumping into Savante even when she means not to. Part of that probably came from having spent nearly 4 years with them now, and it made for quite a hard habit to break. She shuffles not long behind the golden coated girl, content to just take her own pace for the moment. As she comes about the group and Florentina, the cleric woman listens with a warmhearted smile as she hears her prayer. " May we be victorious and without hunger today. " Her own blessing for the smaller group gathered about thus far. A proud hum of approval was aimed in her pridemate's direction, eyes twinkling with hidden mirth. She dips her head to murmur a soft prayer to herself, for herself -- that Maua would guide them to success and that she would remain unscathed to bring Anaire home some lunch.

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 15 + 7 + 2 + 6 + 14 + 12

+ 10 - participate in a hunt via the rolled hunt system
+ 20 - cast a blessing on group
+ 10 - meditate or pray by yourself

+10 Participate in a Hunt Using the Rolled Hunt System - Double XP
+10 Collect Herbs - Double XP
+10 Study Herbs of Neutral Territory- Double XP

The herbs around the falls that Thisbe now gathered were hardy sorts. Ones she'd probably have to set up to dry before storing. Unless she happened to find a place to house a garden any time soon these plants would serve her better dry. She picked a few sprigs in her lips and tucked them away for herself. Noting where the locations of patches were so that she could come back later for them and to gather up more.

A hunt was coming through, lions were gathering up. And Thisbe would be remiss not to join them while she could. Living on your own wasn't too hard but you had to take what was given when it was given. A rogue hunting party forming on her door step? Time to eat.

6 Years / No Bonus
Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 14 + 6 + 20 + 1

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+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

Thank you Maua. She prays quietly to herself. Something is stirring in the bush and distance. It's starting to draw the attention of others and in Dio's soul she could feel the pull of a hunt starting. Quickly she takes a sharp stone from the ground and strikes her paw to it, bringing forth a small trickle of blood that she presses to the earth. I repay the blood we will take. Thank you, please protect us Maua.

Belly guiding her now Dio postures to join in the hunt, licking her lips and grinning wild from side to side at anyone who looked her way.

3 Years / No Bonus
Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 9 + 20 + 3 + 5 + 15 + 10

code by dee, art by irish