The howling wind had carried the odor of smoke through the jungle and lured Étienne to its source. Cold ash and tiny frozen specks of sleet pelted him, but he would not be deterred — not when there were tracks in the sludge that covered the ground. The trail was somewhat fresh, but already the weather had started to diminish it. He would have to be quick if he hoped to catch anything.

Though the weather may have seemed a hindrance, the Dieudonné beast planned to use it to his benefit. The thick haze and sprinkling hail would help conceal his approach while the soot masked his scent. He would be practically invisible to the senses.

Slipping deeper into the storm, Étienne began the task of tracking down his prey.

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Age Five years

Perks None

Prey Information

Rolling allprey 1d31: 17
Gemsbok (medium level | 12 dodges)

Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 3 + 4

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 6d20: 3 + 10 + 15 + 18 + 14 + 16

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RANGER
+10 Study the weather and how it will affect hunting
+10 Use the weather to your advantage in a hunt

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+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+5 Study the landscape of an area
+5 Follow someone through a territory
double exp

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He'd never seen the soot-stained, irredeemable part of the jungle. Due to the dry air, loathe to carry odors, Weimar chanced across it quite suddenly. Just a few steps after he turned to follow the scent, there it was. In areas where the deadfall was thinner, the wind was able to sweep the snow away, leaving mysterious grey-ash snowdrifts. Some of the fallen trees were half rotten. Autumn had not had the time for the storms and insect swarms to leave the lands to rot. It remained half dead. He wanted to help it. Somehow.

An urge he also couldn't pin, which was probably hunger, had him looking for tracks. There was... something... a prey animal, lost in the storm? And it also smelled like a lion who smelled like the jungle, though it wasn't a pride Weimar was familiar with. These fresh, leonine tracks would be easier to follow. Especially helpful because they were gigantic. Weimar bent his skull down, ears back resentfully against the wind, and decided to take the labor-saving route of following this lion instead.

2y | no perks
Hunting Party Total Hits: 1
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 14 + 3

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 6d20: 4 + 9 + 16 + 17 + 19 + 7

+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+5 Practice covering your scent
+5 Practice speed or stealth
double exp

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The terrible weather carved an even worse disaster through the fallen, burnt lands, but she was on the trail of something. Something that she kept almost losing track of - which made her even more determined to find it. Fortunately it would have less success hiding where most of the trees were fallen or dead. Figuring that she could catch up soon, she paused in a low hollow where the twist of roots kept both wind and snow from the piles of ash. These she smoothed beneath her eyes and also swabbed lines along each side. Stripes, as tigers knew, worked to break up one's outline. It would also hide her scent. She didn't want to smell like something living in the land of the dead. She blew between her toes and held them to the wind, letting her own scent drift away, and then replaced it by grinding paws into the soot.

Onward: first quickly, to catch up with her quarry, and then (abruptly) with the priority of stealth. She saw the first male, a giant thing, and she'd rather wait for him to attack their prey and get fixated on it so she wouldn't draw attention as anything other than a helpful... helper. This required hiding in the meantime. She skulked from deadfall to deadfall, her ears forward again, waiting for the sound of suffering that would paradoxically mean she could emerge with fewer cares.

7y | no perks
Hunting Party Total Hits: 3
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 6 + 4

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 5 + 12 + 11 + 20

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Ratha wasn't quite sure what had originally brought her all the way out here, to these burnt woods. Nothing ever truly came out of a visit here... unless it was meeting some kind of unsavory type hidden in the smokey fog that lingered here. And even as she trudged through the area now, her senses her on high alert. Every few feet she walked, she ensured to look around to ensure no one was hunting her.

Despite the area thick with charcoal scent, beyond that, somehow Ratha picked up on something edible. Wrinkling her nose, and regretting it almost instantly, Ratha rubbed herself onto an ashy tree, hoping to blend her scent better with the ashen forest. She found that the ash had made her coat look darker dirty, and that'd help her blend with this area a bit better.

When she noticed she was not the only one following the scent, she was hesitant to continue, but the sound of her stomach growling in protest only pushed her forward without thought. Seeking to stay out of the others' way, she disappeared within the fog and stalked the gemsbok strategically.

When she felt as though she was close enough, she shot from her cover and aimed to wrap both forelegs around the midsection of her prey, hooking into its skin with her claws.

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2 years | No trade perks
Total Party Hits: 4 out of 12 (13 hits needed)

Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 11 + 5

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 3 + 13 + 20 + 9

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SLEUTH (doubled)
+10 - Practice disguising your appearance
+10 - Practice hiding your scent
+10 - Participate in a rolled hunt

AND WHAT DO WE SAY TO THE GOD OF DEATH?
not today

The smell of fire had originally drawn him in, but as he lingered there, in the Scorched Wilds, he realized he really liked it here. The smoky fog both hid and drowned everything out, and he felt both unseen and unheard, yet out of the corners of his eyes, shapes swirled unnaturally in the fog and he wondered if it were the undead trying to get his attention.

What did get his attention, though, was the scent of a gemsbok not too far away, and it'd seem that other lions were in the area as well. Curiosity and hunger won him over, and Draugr made his way towards the hunt.

As he slithered through the trees, he made sure to rub along some of them, to share their scent with him, to help him blend in scent, too. It was just then that he had started to see the others' dark shapes against the smoke, and he knew they drew near.

A lioness made the first move, and him, eager to feed, stalked swiftly towards the creature, leaping at the Gemsbok's other side in attempt to drag his claws down its left side.

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1 year | no perks
Total Party Hits: 6 out of 12 (13 hits needed)

Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 6 + 2

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 3 + 2 + 1 + 5

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[assassin xp] (doubled)
+10 Practice speed or stealth
+10 Practice covering your scent
+10 Participate in a rolled hunt

EDIT: adjusted my hit roll so numbers might be off! (hadn't realized my boy aged up) NVM! We still suck :'D carry on

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★ reina saxe ★

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The yearling Saxe had found herself wandering out of the Mire for the day. Though she didn't want to make it a whole day trip, she stayed within the jungle just outside the kingdom's borders. A new scent had caught her attention and she couldn't help but feel curious about it. It was some animal she hadn't run into before, and she continued studying it. She also wasn't used to the scent of the scorched territory, so she studied and familiarized herself with the smell of ash and soot.

She realized then that she had practically walked into the hunting party. Two young lions were attacking the animal, and Reina couldn't help but feel her stomach growl with hunger. Quickly, she chased after the Gemsbok and bit at its hind end, making sure to stay careful from its wildly bucking back limbs.

1 year | no perks
Hunting Party Total Hits: 6
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 1d20: 3

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 7d20: 16 + 3 + 1 + 11 + 14 + 10 + 15

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After having come down from her wintry castle Talisa had been moseying around in a place very unlike home. A place that had seen better days and hoped that one day it might return to its verdant beauty but for now, she was pleased to see that there was prey running amok as well as lions to hunt. That Maua continued to enlist the circle of life to add to their lives and Talisa did not waste Maua's opportunity and began at a gentle jog before pacing herself into a run to fall alongside the other felines. Matching their pace and style as she worked to help take down the prey that they had happened to stumble upon.

nine years | ranger 3
Hunting Party Total Hits: 6 / 12 11
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 3d20: 3 + 12 + 8

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 6d20: 4 + 19 + 16 + 10 + 15 + 20

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wild, feral stare —
her winter lips as cold as stone

Inhale, exhale – the woman’s bout of training, today, had brought her into a mess of ash and lost vitality. Where lush forest had once coated the earth beneath her feet, Arduinna noted that it was now overlaid with charcoal and pale, feathery dustings – a shame, really, albeit the fact that she would not dwell on such feelings. She was preoccupied, as was evident in the focused and vigorous way that she wove through the remaining trees, creating a track for her excursion as she went.

But oh, she was an easily distracted woman, still.

Somewhere, there, across the way, the sounds of a hunt grappled abruptly at her attention, ears flickering and gaze peering through the smokey landscape in search of the source. It was instinctively that Arduinna chose to follow the predatory sounds, veering off and to the right as she descended upon the company of the hunting party and figured that, if nothing else, this would be a good complimentary activity to her other training. And so, the wraith would look to slip somewhere within @Draugr’s vicinity, a growl rumbling from her chest as she snapped her jaws towards the closest part of the beast that she could reach in the hopes of securing a hold.

( two years | +1 dice, level two ranger )
Hunting Party Total Hits: 9/13 12 needed to succeed
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 3d20: 18 + 19 + 6

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 17 + 9 + 4 + 8

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REMEMBER THE DESERT GARDEN
MOONLIGHT ON THE SAND

Colt gazed around the land, and stifled his breathing. Smoke filled his lungs, yet he fought hard to shake it out. Never before had he experienced something like these lands; where was he? Paws trudged heavy through the smog and ashen, but still he continued onwards. He had been called forward by the sound of a hunt, and he just could not resist the temptation. His eyes fell upon the land, for he was now searching. Colt grumbled in frustration for a moment, but then he spotted it - the hunt. The beast drew himself forward, and rushed towards his target. He noticed how close they were already to beating the prey, yet it only furthered his hunger.

+10 Complete a hunt in neutral territory using the hunt system ( 1 / 2 ) (Double EXP)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system ( 1 / 2 ) (Double EXP)
+10 Scout a neutral territory ( 1 / 2 ) (Double EXP)

4 | N/A
Hunting Party Total Hits: 11
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 19 + 7

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 20 + 16 + 6 + 8

WE LISTEN WITH OPEN EYES
TO THE VOICE OF EL SHADDAI

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The gathered group had gotten every little bit of the prey that they could have gotten. Wearing it down, heaving its breaths out of it until it all but fell into the dirt. The gemsbok and its spindly legs were a tangle upon the ground as Talisa caught her breath and made to bow her head, praying quietly to Maua for their success and their bounty. Grateful that no one seemed to be hurt from the chase and that each lion here would have the opportunity to take part in their victory by means of a feast. Talisa, however, was happy to simply rest on the sidelines and catch her very breath. exit talisa

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