She truly was committed to the challenge of climbing the mountain only when it was at its coldest didn't she? And why shouldn't she be? It hadn't killed her yet, and she has already survived far more than she'd expected to. No point in being 'cautious' now.

So Myra pays little mind to the snow that decorates the mountain's distant peak, pale paws moving swiftly over frost-touched stone as she pursued the scent of prey swirling in the icy wind. She lets a series of low chuffs ring out across the ragged cliffs, a call to any other like-minded individuals who held no fear of the risks that came with earning a substantial meal.

After all that has changed within Amaryllis in recent weeks, the huntress needs the familiarity of sinking her claws into this.

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9 Yrs. | Master Ranger (+1 to Hunt Rolls, -1 Prey Dodge, Grants everyone +1 to Hit, Counts as 2 Lions)
Prey Information:

Rolling hardprey 1d8: 2
Giraffe Calf (hard level | 20 dodges)

Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 3 + 11 + 13 + 18

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 11 + 6 + 2 + 16

image by rabbit, code by anyu

+10 - participate in a rolled hunt
+10 - exercise to gain strength

he's on the way to visit his barely-friend, skin prickling with the cold despite the mane and thicker winter coat that's begun to grow in with the icier months on the horizon. with the thick layer of snow coating the ground at the top of the mountains, he takes this moment to practice his high steps. bringing his legs up so high makes the muscles of his thighs burn, sure to prompt the muscles there into growing larger and stronger. karsa continues the exercises, making his way across the mountains and simultaneously keeping his paws from getting too cold. even the rest of his body is kept nice and warm due to the increased activity level.

however, all that work is quick to make the yearling hungry. as an adolescent, his body seemed to need an exorbitant amount of food to keep going at top performance so he supposes it's lucky that there's a stray giraffe calf all the way out here. it seems he's not the only one thinking this, because a series of chuffs rings out not long after karsa discovers the animal. he sets off after it, back thighs burning even more as the boy propels through the snow just like before to close the distance on the animal and bring it down.

{ 1 yr. | Sub-Master Pathfinder (+1 Hit) }
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 18 + 5

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 16 + 7 + 8 + 5

Giraffe's seemed to be sticking around a lot with the incoming winter and Daneri was fully envisioning them simply wandering the edges of the Peak. It wasn't as though they were going to be very comfortable on the higher ledges and were certainly selling themselves off to the beasts at a very low cost. Dan manages to weave into the growing crowd of hunters and aims a smile at the two that she sees — a boy, she sees, but too young to feel comfortable flirting with — before letting her distractions fall to the wayside and her focus to be put upon their hunt. No use tinkering with distractions when she should have her mind elsewhere.

two years | pathfinder level 2
Hunting Party Total Hits: 4 / 19
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 4d20: 1 + 16 + 8 + 7

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 5 + 16 + 14 + 9

+10 - Take part in a successful hunt
+10 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

^{ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY CALA}

+5 Collect herbs

Once again she'd been collecting herbs when she heard a commotion begin nearby. It was tempting to keep gathering the buchu she'd been working on, especially since there were likely going to be many colds from the winter, especially on the coast, but she also wanted to get more food for the pride.

She tucked the buchu she'd gathered underneath one of the plants, hoping she'd be able to find it again when she came back, and made her way over to the hunting party. Yet another giraffe calf, she noted. All right, so be it. Why one had wanted to come up here she had no idea, but it had clearly picked a poor time to do so. She just hoped a few more would come along to make sure they succeeded, and that no one fell of a cliff in the process.

10 years | +1 from Myra

Hunting Party Total Hits: 5/19
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 3d20: 6 + 1 + 18

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 6d20: 15 + 19 + 1 + 5 + 16 + 8

Matti had been hunting more than usual lately, but it was quite enjoyable to see new faces and then get to eat well after. He'd made his way back to the lone mountain south of the Brook and, at the sound of the chuffs, made his way further up, anticipation of food greater than his hate for the snow.

He noticed the calf's prints first; as he came up on them he saw how they went one direction at first, only to quickly turn and head in another. The jumbled mess of lions' prints were quickly spotted after and that was the trail Matti followed. He gained on them quickly and made an attempt to swipe at the calf's legs, hoping to trip it up.

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5 | no perks
Hunting Party Total Hits: 7/19

Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 3d20: 12 + 10 + 8

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 6d20: 12 + 3 + 16 + 19 + 17 + 7

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ranger exp
+10 Join another Ranger’s group hunt x2
+10 Take down hard or extra hard prey (dice-roll) x2
+5 Study and track footprints x2

art by muuland, cody by lars

Scouting feels like all she does, these days. Hounding every edge of every peak, skirting the frozen wastelands that they had called home from the beginning. All roads lead back to the Frostsong, to where she knows their hearts all lay, tangled up in the prisonous paradise. None-the-less, Sheol knows it is worthwhile to know where everything else is. To know the lands themselves. After so many years spent in Amaryllis, she'd managed to see so little. And to stumble upon a chase, at the same time? She's never one to shy from a hunt, when the opportunity presents itself. If they gave her nothing else, the Bjorn gave her hunger. She can feel the blood lust pounding in the back of her skull as the others issue a call to arms. @Karsa is already in pursuit and the soft-pawed woman falls into line, pacing herself behind him to join the running army. The giraffe calf lopes ahead of them, surely blind with terror. Some part of her almost aches for the creature - but this is the way of surviving. So she pushes down the feelings and leaps up, aiming to sink her fangs into the beast's side and hang on, paws uselessly trying to grip with nothing ( oh, just another moment she longs for claws ). 5 | no perks Hunting Party Total Hits: 9/19 Hunter Hit Roll: Rolling 3d20: 12 + 10 + 19 Hunter Luck Roll: Rolling 6d20: 19 + 20 + 9 + 6 + 18 + 7

art by riot + code by spu

He was looking for something different when it came to exercising. Jogging on flat land was good and all but Sabre was looking for more of a challenge, and what else than a climb would give him that? He had begun his jog at the very base of the peaks, working his way through well worn trails. Every now and again he would stop to take a break, but working on his endurance he made sure that he kept his breaks brief. He's climbing upward once more when he hears a call, one that he is used to hearing - one of a hunt. It causes for his steps to quicken and his direction is now redirected to where the commotion was coming from.

Just to see another giraffe calf.

Were their mothers so neglectful that the calves just wandered right off? He cared very little, though, because the wandering calf meant a chance at a full belly. Sabre clears the distance between he and a couple of other lions that had seemingly joined in, using his sheer size in efforts to keep the calf from escaping.


5 yr. | no trade perks (+1 hit from Myra)
Hunting Party Total Hits:14/20 19
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 3d20: 15 + 3 + 8

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 7 + 5 + 6 + 11

(1/2) +10 Exercise to gain endurance (double xp event)
(1/2) +10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (double xp event)
(1/2) +20 Practice the skills of another trade (Ranger: Take down hard or extra hard prey) (double xp event)

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This was quite a different terrain than what Smaug usually traveled in. He enjoyed the muck and mire, the swamplands filled with alligators and crocodiles. They were what was familiar to him, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt to expand and see what else was out there. Ember gaze take in his surroundings as he travels along a well worn trail, taking note of certain things while he was scouting - like how there was an overhanging ledge and a cave of sorts it hung over. He assumed that would be a good spot to use if he were ever up here and got caught in some type of storm, whether it be rain or snow.

As he continues on he catches scent of several lions, ears twitching as they catch sounds in the near distance. His pace quickens so that he clears distance faster, and soon he spots a giraffe calf trying to escape hungry mouths. A smirk curls his lips and the dragon springs int action, using his brute strength in an attempt to shoulder check the calf and cause it to stumble.


5 yr. | no trade perks (+1 hit from Myra)
Hunting Party Total Hits: 15/20 19
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 3d20: 16 + 17 + 15

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 6 + 5 + 17 + 9

(1/2) +10 Complete a hunt in neutral territory using the hunt system (double xp event)
(1/2) +10 Scout a neutral territory (double xp event)
(1/2) +10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (double xp event)

ART BY EIGHTYSICHS, CODE BY DEE, MODIFIED BY GUNNER

With a low exasperated sigh, he was growing bored of the patrol that he had set out to finish this morning. Chaeton could already tell that someone had been around not too long ago doing the exact same thing but in the very least they were unintentionally working opposite shifts so that it was never vacant. Pushing along the borders and having an easy stretch, he allowed his gaze to sweep across the land from where he had come from and what was in front of him. Not a single soul in sight and no one had left very recently either so he decided to venture outwards. Chuffing to let someone know that he was leaving his position, even if only temporarily.

Though as he headed out westward he caught the tail end of a call for a hunt and let his legs start hitting the ground. Immediately running and pushing himself to his limits, his heart pumping blood and his legs pumping air as fast as they could to keep him from toppling over. Easily keeping up with the crowd as he settled in quickly to find a place where he might be able to deliver a hit or two to the beast that they had discovered.

five years | no trade perks
Hunting Party Total Hits: 18 / 19
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 3d20: 11 + 15 + 18

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 9 + 3 + 11 + 4

+10 - Patrol your borders
+10 - Exercise to gain endurance
+10 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

ART • CODE

Daedric is observing as he is too young to participate

The young cub could not hope to keep pace with these adult lions in their hunt, nor would it be wise for him to venture too close for fear of being stepped upon, be it by the hunters or the hunted.

Even if he could not participate, he could observe the goings on from his lofty perch. Freyr was a familiar territory to him, being as he often visited with his father here, even with the Crows being temporarily dispersed.

As the group gathered, he would quickly move to join their ranks at some distance. As he approached, the boy would brush along some shrubbery and grass, wishing to disguise his scent from the creature they stalked. He would observe the footprints it left behind, deciding it must be a hard hooved creature, a rather heavy one too.

RANGER EXP
+10 x2 Join another Ranger’s group hunt
+5 x2 Study and track footprints
+5 x2 Practice concealing your scent

code: Saph || ART: Moogle