TASKS (RANGER): 5xp - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (1/2).
5xp - Study and track footprints (1/2).
5xp - Follow the scent of prey (1/2).

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He was hungry.

This wasn't home turf by any means, so - alas - he may not have the same support of pride-mates that he could usually rely on if he was closer to Lorien borders. But it didn't matter; there was a heavy presence of prey, and so in theory there should also be a fair number of opportunistic predators nearby. There was nothing quite like mutually grumbling stomachs to encourage teamwork amongst strangers, was there? And that notion encouraged Ilarion to try. A particularly strong scent crossed his path, prompting the brute to halt in his prowling and hone in on something specific. His head tipped; a quiet, subtle movement, as he sniffed. Ah. Perfect. That would work. Lowering his frame and continuing his movement, he would skulk slowly, methodically, towards the source of the trail. His pace would increase fractionally when, alongside the scent, the telltale indicator of footprints would appear before him. He was close.

[ 9 YEARS | N/A ]
Prey Information:

Rolling mediumprey 1d11: 9
Rhinoceros Calf (medium level | 12 dodges)

Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 17 + 3

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 1 + 2 + 8 + 13

code by flea, art by yumpy ♥

He was supposed to be training. Jet had promised himself months ago that he was going to kick his lazy streak and start following in his mother’s footsteps, keep up with his sisters, and become the fighter his family deserved. Only it was much harder and arduous than he thought it would be, and the physical discomfort was hugely discouraging to the pampered youth. And Lazaris was so much better at it…

That grumbling pattern of thoughts stalled when he spotted a lion ahead nearby his path, noting the man’s creeping posture and very clear attentiveness. Jet paused, stared, a brow raised over one lilac eye. What had caught that lion’s attention so completely? Was he after someone?

No, not someone. Some food.

He swallowed the sudden pooling of saliva in his mouth at the thought of a fresh kill and instead took the opportunity presented to him—after all, he’d been looking for an excuse to strength train. Noting the lion’s posture, Jet tried to imitate it, falling into a creeping crouch of his own (was this how hunter’s stalked?) as he hurriedly tried to catch up. Eventually he spotted what the lion had targeted, a rhinoceros calf prime for the taking, and seeing it was merely a child inflated his confidence.

Oh, this was going to be easy.

Trying to catch the lion’s eye, Jet waggled his eyebrows and shot him a quick, toothy grin—watch this. Without awaiting a response, he dashed forward, foregoing his stealth, and closed the distance, growling and snapping at the calf's nearest hind leg.

+5 Learn something about another trade and their skills (1 of 2)
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (1 of 2)
+5 Exercise to gain strength (1 of 2)

1 year, no bonuses
Hunting Party Total Hits: 1 / 12
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 1d20: 1

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 1 + 4 + 11 + 5

Things felt like they had been falling into place for him despite the drama he had been in since arriving in Amaryllis. He had joined a great pride, was reunited with his family in the form of his eldest brother and gained the rank of lead hunter. Though it would have been nice if the pride had hunters under him to help lighten things. It was okay though for as he explored and hunted he found he was keeping an eye out for rogues who might possibly be a good fit for Caladan as hunters. Or just new pride mates in general.

Today while out exploring he happened upon a hunting party as it was forming and nodded to those already there as he took a place within the line.

PATHFINDER;
+5 Take part in a successful hunt

RANGER;
+10 Join another Ranger’s group hunt 1/2
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

2 year | Pathfinder lvl 2 (+1 dice to hunt rolls) & Ranger lvl 2 (+1 dice to hunt rolls)
Hunting Party Total Hits: 1 / 12
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 4d20: 8 + 19 + 15 + 12

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 7 + 4 + 17 + 10

code by corvus & art by Rabbit

The days were growing cooler. Well, it might be too much of a stretch to call today cool, perhaps, but it wasn't so hot that enjoying a bit of exercise in the light of the sun would put anyone at risk of a stroke. Or so he hopes.

The dappled Savante still manages to work up something of a sweat by the time he reaches the watering hole, his muscles heated with the pleasant burn of effort. He slows his steady, loping gait at the water's edge only to take a drink and a moment of rest at first. Massive paws idly pull a half-submerged branch up to solid ground, long claws tearing into the splintered wood to pass the time while his breathing slows, copper eyes sweeping curiously across the lake. It seemed surprisingly quiet here today.

But not lifeless.

There are hunters here, gathering further down the shore, their sights firmly set on a stray rhino calf that had been playing in the mud. The gargoyle would watch impasdively for a few moments, before finally heaving himself to his feet with a deep exhale.

He might as well make his outing a little more interesting.

+5 Exercise to gain strength (excluding spars)
+5 Maintain your weapons (sharpen claws or care for teeth)
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

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7 Yrs | N/A
Hunting Party Total Hits: 4/12
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 4 + 8

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 19 + 2 + 1 + 17

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That lovely pool teemed with life both in and around it. Lorant smirked with pleasure as he watched the lion-folk get into position, their posture informing him of the mission at their paws: secure a decent meal. His stomach groaned wantingly as he sidled up on the outskirts of the scene, using the long field grasses to mask his appearance as he waited for opportune timing.

There – crimson lasers honed in upon that which they stalked: a rhinoceros calf wandering too freely from its mother. He swiped his tongue over velvet lips. At last, the leopard burst forth from his hiding place to try and cut off the calf and herd it toward the larger predators.

They had better remember he was owed a piece.

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9 years | no trade perks
Hunting Party Total Hits: 5/13
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 15 + 3

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 16 + 12 + 3 + 1

+5 - Use the terrain to your advantage
+5 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+5 - Take part in a successful hunt

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Being here probably wasn’t the wisest of choices Carmine had made lately. The scent of lions was absolutely profound, covering just about every inch and layering on top all the typical scents one would have expected otherwise. They really were a numerous, superior predator on this island, and it should have given the little wolf more pause.

Unfortunately for Carmine, she already had two safe, interesting conversations with lions to her name—acquaintanceships, if she could be so bold as to call them that—and she wasn’t nearly as afraid as she ought to have been.

That wasn’t to say she wasn’t nervous. No, there was definitely a twinge of anxious energy within every quick step she made as she crossed back and forth from one patch of tall grass to the next, cutting across the periphery but never properly drawing nearer. She plotted their locations upon the prairie as she moved, as well as that of the lake in the center—what would have been a perfect place to drink and cool off were it not for the other predators it drew in.

Carmine stayed plenty far from the hunting party she’d spotted to allow them space to work and made a point to draw as little attention to herself in the distance as she could. She didn’t want to get in their way. She only wished to watch them from afar. Understand. Learn.

They really were fascinating creatures.

+5 Practice speed or strength (1 of 2)
+5 Leave a trail of confusing tracks (1 of 2)
+5 Scout a neutral territory (1 of 2)

Can’t participate in the hunt but:
Hunting Party Total Hits: 6 / 12

Peace and quiet were rare commodities around the watering hole, it seemed. If the herds weren't stomping around drowning the place in their musk, or stray donkeys weren't frolicking through the grass long after they should be dead, then it was almost guaranteed that some poor creature would be running for its life from feline predators. Rainer can smell (and hear) the rhino calf's terror clear across the other side of the lake. And to a bored, hungry lion, the whole affair sounded rather fun. Lips twisting into a sharp smirk, the Rike would lope his way along the water's edge, aiming to cut off the vulnerable calf's path to escape. 8 Yrs | Sub-Pathfinder - Lucky rabbit’s foot (+2 to own luck rolls) Hunting Party Total Hits: 6 Hunter Hit Roll: Rolling 2d20: 1 + 19 Hunter Luck Roll: Rolling 7d20: 13 + 5 + 12 + 7 + 16 + 9 + 15

Code by Shaz | Art by Moogle

His teeth clacked closed around nothing, not even scraping the tough hide of the rhinoceros calf as it continued to run away from him. The disappointing bite of air made Jet stumble slightly, a little rush of heat burning the back of his neck. Well that wasn’t at all how he thought that would go.

Others were filing in, spreading out, circling the calf and preventing it from getting away. They had a veritable hunting troupe now, and the chartreux boy watched the hunters all in a quiet state of awe. It was highly impressive watching them work together this way.

Inspired by their teamwork, the easy way in which they cornered their prey, he tried again. Sweeping around to the opposite side, Jet charged in and made another lunge at the calf’s forelimb, ready to bring the thing to a halt.

+5 Learn something about another trade and their skills (2 of 2)
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (2 of 2)
+5 Exercise to gain strength (2 of 2)

1 year, no bonuses
Hunting Party Total Hits: 7 / 12
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 1d20: 9

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 8 + 7 + 4 + 6

TASKS (RANGER): 5xp - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (2/2).
5xp - Study and track footprints (2/2).
5xp - Follow the scent of prey (2/2).

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Rhinoceros calves normally had adults somewhere in tow, but fortunately - from what Ilarion could tell - this one seemed to be alone. Unless the mother was awfully good at hiding and was choosing to use this as an opportunity to ambush some hungry lions. It would be easy to let fears like that distract him from the task at hand, and cloud his judgement, so the Rurik would skulk forward and drown them out. @Jet would make a sudden appearance, and as the younger brute sought to make eye contact Ilarion would oblige, expression stoic minus the ever-so subtle quirk of a brow - yes? It was a mask that quickly shifted once it became apparent that the boy was foolish enough to charge in, headfirst. "Fuck," Ilarion hissed, muscles tensing, preparing for chaos - but thankfully the Spirits were on his side today, as more hunters would appear. The men were all in the fray now, and as Jet lunged forward again, and Rainer sought to cut the frightened calf off, Ilarion would rear up on hind legs and seek to sink his fangs and claws into the thick, meaty flank.

[ 9 YEARS | N/A ]
Hunting Party Total Hits: 7
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 17 + 3

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 17 + 7 + 2 + 4

code by flea, art by yumpy ♥

TASKS (BARBARIAN): 5xp - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (1/2).
5xp - Exercise to gain strength (1/2).

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He, like the other men, had caught the scent of rhinoceros. As a rogue, passing up a chance at this kind of meal would have been foolish; so, despite his reluctance to spend too much time around strangers, the brute would move out of his hiding spot and seek to join the party with haste. He was a little late to the scrum, true, but given the size of the babe Linus would be surprised if the others were unhappy to have the extra set of claws and fangs at their aid. One side of the creature seemed more occupied than the other, and so the scarred, pallid brute would slot in with a swift charge, a snarl and a swipe aimed firmly at the underbelly of the rhino - where the skin was thinner, and the armoured hide less prevalent. All the while, he would try to keep an eye on those strong, treetrunk-esque hind legs; calf or not, the last thing any of them wanted was a swift kick from something so strong.

[ 10 YEARS | N/A ]
Hunting Party Total Hits: 8
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 4 + 16

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 17 + 19 + 9 + 4