6 years | No Bonus | Pride Tier 2

Now stronger and better than ever, Zabrina felt it was time for her to start pulling her weight as a Gentry of the Lagoon rather than simply expecting others to do the work for her. It wasn't her thing, and she didn't enjoy sitting back and letting everyone else handle things for her. Even back home she'd not been content to sit back and let everything be done for her. She'd snuck out at night to do some things a lioness of her status should not have been doing - and she missed doing those things. So what better to do than to take initiative and lead a hunt herself for the pride?

As she worked to try to track down a target, Zabrina would let out some summoning calls to those around her. She was calling the pride together for a hunt, and hopefully as many would show up to her hunt as they had shown up to the other one she had joined recently. She wanted to her her king and her wife proud within the land.

Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 12 + 15 + 19 + 16

"She starred in one of the ones that became nothing."

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I put my armor on, show you how strong I am

3 Years| No bonuses

No rest for the wicked. Was there ever? Well, not that she was complaining. But she did wonder how the timing always seemed to be so perfect that she just happened to be unoccupied. Not that she minded, but she'd just been about to slip over the borders to do something. Well, that matter could wait, couldn't it? And so, without much of a fuss, she turned and trotted towards the call.

It did seem like no one else had arrived yet, from what she could see at a distance while closing in. But that suited her just fine. Her gait shifted ever so slightly, from a relaxed lope to slow and precise, but still elegant movements. A confident stride with her head held high. Emerald gaze lingered on @Zabrina as the pale furred warrior queen approached, giving a chuff in greeting before settling and curling her tail around her side, draping it over her paws.

Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 9 + 11 + 19 + 16

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2 yr., no bonus, pride tier 2
It felt good to have some sort of purpose, to spend time helping others. So when she heard a call for pride members to gather for a hunt, Oriana is more than happy to oblige. She stand up from sitting next to her den, watching the ocean that wasn't too far away from her. She enjoyed the soothing sounds the waves brought with it, a sound that helped lull her to sleep. Giving herself a quick shake, the Miroslav begins her way to where the sound had come from, soon coming across two other Cove members. She gives them both a soft nod and a smile in greeting before she turns her attention to sniffing the air and beginning to trail it, trying to decipher what sort of prey they would be catching today.

luck

Rolling 6d20: 17 + 3 + 5 + 2 + 16 + 8

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Sunder was becoming quite proud of the Cove as time wore on. The pride was growing and thriving, and everyone was doing their best to pull their own weight and help out when needed. She couldn't ask for much more than that, it was all that she wanted. The voice that summoned them on this day was @Zabrina and Sunder sauntered across the beach, her flopped ears preening forward delicately as she took in the sight of both @Lagertha and @Oriana present. "Beautiful day for a hunt, ladies." Sunder would croon softly before halting towards the center of the others gathered but her attention would subtly shift to land on Zabrina, eager for her to lead them forward.

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6 years, No bonuses
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 9 + 1 + 15 + 14

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+5 - Participate in a rolled hunt

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hey’ll last until you’re seared to ashes / whatever persists or turns to pain between us / they will still be there

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It were not Yuna who called them this time, but rather just as pleasant a surprise. Kvare had been patrolling the borders when he first heard Zabrina's beckoning, and at first he had been worried it were one of alarm. Quickly tensions eased, however, and the King found himself gravitating toward the call. His pace turns relaxed, eager to burn off the energy from the mindless drawl of early morning patrols. His lips parted in a yawn; but every other part of him were eager, whiskers twitching with almost instinctual delight at the hunt yet to begin.

By the time he emerged from the underbrush, a group had already begun to gather. Eyes flit between the familiar faces of all the lionesses gathered, and suddenly, Kvare can't help but feel he is astronomically outnumbered. His brow crinkles, wading his way forward until he comes to settle near @Sunder's side. He is silent, more gargoyle than man, content to linger in his own thoughts while he waited for the call to start. Something appeared to be distracting the King.

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8 years, no bonuses, Pride Tier 2.

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 19 + 18 + 7 + 10

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4 years / no bonus
Luck

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 5 + 15 + 6 + 13

Moradin was in the midst of a patrol along the pride's nearby borders. He was warmed up from the walk and mentally ready to track, to react. He fortunately had not found anything concerning along the edges of Caladan and so as the call for a hunt went up he was eager to respond. Eager for something to do to help release some of the energy he was building up, holding onto in case something came up. He could go for a small snack too, something to tide over the grinding and grumbling of his belly until the job of patrolling all borders was complete.

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three years, no bonus
Casually strolling into the gathered lions, it was so much easier to position herself beside @Moradin. When @Eisa wasn't present to gravitate to, it was nice to have a "comfort blanket" of sorts. An individual that made you feel stronger than you did by yourself. A part of her knew that as long as he was around she was safe-er. Not entirely safe but at least there was a small chance that if something did happen, she'd be less alone than she would be otherwise and that was the case today as she knelt beside her friend. Giving him a tentative smile before moving her gaze to focus on their hunt.

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 1 + 10 + 15 + 9 + 4 + 20

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2 years, no trade bonuses

Khadija was ready for yet another pride hunt, with so many mouths to feed it was important that everyone helped with that, even if her own skills didn't align with hunting, or at least not in an expert level. But enough to not be useless. Quietly her eyes traveled over those around, nodding at them in silence. She didn't want to spook any potential prey, that would be embarrassing and she wasn't having it.

She took an spot to hide, and wait for the hunt leader to start. She wanted to get over with this so she could go back to her own activities. One that didn't require tooth and claw.

Hunt luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 8 + 4 + 9 + 16

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PYRRHA TOLLAIRE

1 Year / No Bonus
Luck :

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 1 + 13 + 7 + 16

Pyrrha approaches the gathering of lions set up to hunt with a calm crown upon her head, a look of dedicated focus within her pale blue eyes. It was time to build back up the caches after that strange bout of weather that had driven herds away and made food more difficult to come by. In a time of boon it was time to gourge and give way to gluttony. She comes within close proximity of the ground and waits for further instruction and a signal to begin. Her eyes primed to watch the other hunters and hopefully pick up a few tricks along the way from them. Tail lashed with growing anticipation and building tension within. She wanted to run.

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3 Years, Sub-Master Ranger: +1 to hunt rolls, -1 dodge to prey, Counts as 2 lions in any hunt

The summons for a hunt rang across the pride-lands, and as Eisa turned towards it she groaned softly at the distance between her and the direction of the sound. Of course, she thought it has to be on the other side of the territory. She picked her pace up into a fast trot- cutting across the sandy and rocky area's of the territory with ease and determination. When she arrived at the hunt, she noted that Ana was there along with her friend Moradin, and she would nod to her sister, but give her some space with a smile. She of course felt the pull to stand with her, but she wouldn't take that from her friend either. Eisa could share, that was easy, right?

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 5 + 20 + 8 + 19

eisa sigrún

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