For the past few weeks, Cathán had been focusing on his hunting technique. Hunt, after hunt, after hunt - he persisted. The cheetah stopped, and stared at the tracks in the snow before him. He slowed his pace, and smelled the air ahead of him. The scent trail was still fresh, so Cathán knew his target must be near. Eyes glued to the path worn into the snow, he stalked cautiously. The footprints were solitary, yet they were intimidating. The cheetah reasoned that if he garnered enough support he could take down the beast; after all, there was only one. Strength came in numbers, which it certainly did not possess - judging by the tracks alone. Cathán, as he advanced along the path, could smell the trail strengthening furthermore. He raised his head, and paused to stare onwards. Finally, he had found what he was looking for. The boy would signal for more to join, and then wait patiently.

2 Years | Level 2 Ranger: +1 dice to hunt rolls
Prey Information:

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

Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 3d20: 16 + 1 + 17

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 18 + 14 + 2 + 10

+40 Successfully lead a large hunt ( 5+ lions ) ( 1 / 2 ) ( Double EXP )
+20 Take down hard or extra hard prey ( Dice-roll ) ( 1 / 2 ) ( Double EXP )
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system ( 1 / 2 ) ( Double EXP )

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image by sunny

With a very loud and proud stretch of her shoulders and her legs, she whipped her mane to the side so she could aptly see. Moving along through the glade until she spotted the calf as well as the creature that was chasing it. Not familiar with a cheetah, her first thought was that it was a leopard but there was just something not accurate about it if it were a leopard. Nonetheless she moved to investigate and ran nearby to the creature and it became very clear in the way that it moved its body that it was different. It ran a hell of a lot faster than that of a leopard and even a lion, so this was a new discovery. Trying to focus, though, she moved in to take a hit or two to the young prey.

two years | pathfinder level 2
Hunting Party Total Hits: 3 / 20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 3d20: 9 + 17 + 5

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 11 + 15 + 16 + 2

^{ART • CODE}

Hot plumes of air fell from parted lips as Delphine wove her way through the depths of the grove, down the narrow dirt-ridden paths and the shadow-lined trails – consider it a way to expel a bit of energy, lest she find something more tangible to sink her teeth into. Her morning had been uneventful, leading the yearling into a terrible bout of boredom —which had then, subsequently, led her here, training for the impending reign of chaos that seemed to constantly hang over her head.

But, alas! It would appear that her prayers would be answered only moments later, ears pricking atop her crown as she skidded to an abrupt halt, registering the sound of another feline, momentarily, before she set her body back into motion. Heading down the slope towards the glade, she was rather content to indulge in a hunt – not only would this fill her belly, but it would be a good way to train and to get rid of some of that well-preserved frustration. or so she hoped, at least.

Emerging from the treeline, bright eyes flashed across the small group already gathered before she honed in on their chosen target – parfait. Without wasting a moment more, the Dieudonne lunged forward into the thralls of the others, focused and intentional as she approached parallel to the calf and aimed to wrap her jaws around one of its long, lanky-looking forelimbs. And though she did not hesitate in her advances, she cautiously remained aware of those dangerous, galloping hooves – because the last thing she wanted to do was get hit in the head with one of them.

( one year | no perks )
Hunting Party Total Hits: 5/21 needed to succeed
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 1d20: 15

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 10 + 15 + 3 + 16

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There seemed to be a patch of the forest that had forgotten to actually grow trees. Jóhanna had been confused for a moment, when she'd first emerged from the pines to be met with rolling hills, wondering if she'd turned herself right back around towards Celosia without even realizing it. But no - this glade was a different place, she could smell it.

It was also the most interesting place she'd encountered all day. Mostly because of the spotted blurs racing towards the crest of a nearby hill. A giraffe in miniature, and an...exceptionally skinny lion? Whatever it was, the feline was incredibly speedy, and before she knew it, Jóhanna's own limbs were flying across the snow to join in on the hunt she'd stumbled across. Gripped by the need to test her own agility against the fleeing calf and not-quite-lion both, even when her muscles began to burn.

Chances were that she would come out of this stronger than the calf would, even if pushed herself a smidge too hard, perhaps.

+10 Practice speed or stealth (x2)
+10 Gather information about a character (Cathan) (x2)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (x2)

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1 Yr. | N/A
Hunting Party Total Hits: 7
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 1d20: 8

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 5 + 17 + 1 + 13

art ♥ code

I am the killer
in your mirror

He was moving, a wraith on the prowl. The Andal prince was neither hurried nor was he lounging. He was hunting. Silvered gaze spotted movement in the distance, and as if drawn to the motion like a moth to flame did he siddle closer. The giraffe was being persued by others, and at first, the pale horseman debated simply lounging upon the grasses, watching them work their tails off and then riding in with fangs flashing and talons slashing to take what would rightfully be his.

They were.. after all nothing when it came to the war hounds of his fathers kingdom. Still, the youth was learning something. He was not yet full grown - at his full strength. He would need to exercise restraint. Besides - if he could get along with the creatures that lived here, then perhaps.. his net would be ever wider when the time came to cast it. So, the demon would join the battle, rushing down the grasses and coming to snap at the limbs of the frightened beast.

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" 1 Yr. | N/A "
Hunting Party Total Hits: 8
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 1d20: 13

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 5 + 14 + 10 + 12

table by ryuu

While he was not in the habit of taking too much time away from the eastern side of Amaryllis as he did not wish to stray in case they were in danger, he had found his way toward the Glade. Finding a very fast cat, a cheetah, chasing after a giraffe calf and then some lions circling it and going in. So Chaeton rolled his shoulders and pushed towards them, carrying himself as quickly as he could into their masses as he attempted to hunt alongside them. Prepared to have one of them maybe snap at him for interrupting a planned grouping but from their scents he predicted that this was just a random situation where help was necessary.

five years | no perks
Hunting Party Total Hits: 9 / 20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 2 + 6

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 13 + 12 + 9 + 18

ART • CODE

He had been watching the thrilling scene from a distance, stormy eyes shimmering with intrigue over what he was witnessing: a cheetah overseeing a hunting party. The dark rogue had never encountered such teamwork between predators, and he had to wonder: once the hunt was over, if the lions would turn on their leader, or share the bounty.

Hungry for his own piece, he stood and with a shake of his dark mane, moved to join the chase. He loped toward the party and its price, and waited patiently for an opportunity. Then, once he saw his chance, he launched himself at the young giraffe’s shoulder, trying to use his size to knock it over so that the younger hunters could swarm it.

The presence of blood was strong in the winter wind, but it was not the only scent that filled his nose. Each predator carried a distinctive scent, and he could only assume that they were each from individual prides. It seemed the land he’d journeyed to was much bigger than he had anticipated …

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FIVE YEARS | NO PERKS

Hunting Party Total Hits: 11
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 13 + 8

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 7d20: 6 + 16 + 20 + 14 + 1 + 13 + 2

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RANGER
+20 Join another Ranger’s group hunt

AMBASSADOR
+10 Observe and study a new scent (Lorien Plains)
+10 Observe and study a new scent (Wolfbron Bluffs)

lineart • coding

They are here again, a creature driven by wrath. Hunger is naïve to the desire of pestilent gluttony, uncaring, unwavering within its ways. Infectious is the disease that runs rampant throughout their bones, it brings the wraith forth like a circling vulture. No. A nosey crow. They descend upon the pillars of the earth with an arid croon upon their wings, eyes drawn forth to the shiny prize that gleams like a golden beam of hours within the horizon lines. A child. It is always that, something so defenseless, so abhorrent. A cruelty that is bore upon the world for the sake of establishing some sort of legacy, she begins to detest such things. Though – they cannot help but admit they make for an easy meal. Gardez l'enfant léger et sa détermination forte.(keep the child light and their determination strong) Ixora would pray, casting their blessing unto the quall of faces familiar and strange before falling in line with their arrangements.

3 years old | no perks
Hunting Party Total: 13
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 19 + 20

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 7 + 10 + 8 + 17

CLERIC EXP
+20 Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+20 Hold a wedding, funeral or other rite

ART BY RABBIT, CODE BY DEE, MODIFIED BY GUNNER

He hears the noise in his soul, he can feel the pulse of the land change and shift. The peaceful forest tilts like a flat plane being twisted round an axis. The quiet was gone and Fearne's beloved domain has guests seeking a meal. As he meanders along to join them, to protect the forest, he lingers back and finds a particularly large evergreen tree that he's not noticed before. Within its trunk is a deep, seemingly carved, wound. A nest of some animal from seasons before maybe? Either way it is empty now and the cavern is void of all but air. A good hiding spot for some herbs or to stash anything he did not want to carry around all day. And the tree is tall enough it reaches over all around it. An easy landmark. Nice.

Oh yeah hunt. Fearne darts off quickly getting back on track. Following the sounds of foot fall he races up towards the ground, towards the lions running along, and took his time to wait for an opening and leap in for an attack of his own.

1 year old | no perks
Hunting Party Total: 15/20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 1d20: 13

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 13 + 8 + 16 + 19

Pathfinder
+20 Explore a territory and find something useful in it (Tree with a hollow in it for hiding stuff)
+20 Find a notable landmark in a territory (Evergreen tree taller than the rest)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

ART BY SPU, CODE BY LARS

I am the killer
in your mirror

He would continue to chase, enjoying the burn of his lungs, the feel of the acid building up within his limbs. Rhesk was a pale horseman riding down his prey in the land of the living. Jaws would part as if raising a standard of war before he attempted once again to sink fang into the creatures haunch.

Talons would snake out, flashing in the dim light as he attempted to trip the beast up. Trying to bring it to the ground unceremoniously - and perhaps obtain enough food to fill his belly.. and a prize to return home with to prove his worth to father.

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" 1 Yr. | N/A "
Hunting Party Total Hits: 18
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 1d20: 20

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 16 + 19 + 9 + 1

table by ryuu