Personal Hunters Log:

Ecological Note #25: Sunset Herb: A mostly common herbaceous herb with an oblong trifoliate leaf structure. Wonderfully fragrant.

25.1 Known Regions: Jungle and Snowy Mountains

25.1.1 Havestable only. Propagation unavailable at this time.

25.2 Excellent for alchemy.

25.2.1 See Recipes for Deodorant and Energy Drink.

Basic Note #3: Palico: A type of Felyne. Able to be taught multiple skills and taken on surveys/hunts.

Basic Note #4: Poogie: A miniature domesticated member of the Suidae mammal family. These adorable bastards can be found in merchant areas and can sniff out items around the village. They enjoy attention but not too much. When cuddled or petted correctly are reputed to bring good luck?(conduct further research)

4.1 Look fetching in personally tailored outfits. See Sewing Pattern 3.2 Black Green Clash

4.2 Especially ornery ones have been known to make excellent bacon or roasts.

Basic Note #10: Pokke Village: Located near the Snowy mountains in the Furahiya range. Known for its agriculture. Local legends draw many amateur hunters.

Hunting Note #28: Congalala: Also known as the 'Pink Fur Beast' and is primarily known for its obnoxious odor. Closely resembles a large mouthed primate. Beware fangs and claws. Stylized forelock symbolizes dominance.

28.1 Known habitats: Jungles and swamps

28.1.1 Enjoys mushrooms found in these regions

-fungi species include red and blue toadstool familia

-Beware fighting near enlarged pink species, expect increased range

28.2 Tolerates herbivores. Docile until enraged. Beast will take more aggressive measures and upper jaw becomes flushed with colour.

28.3 Attacks can include fire or poison depending on region ecology. Refer to 28.1 notes.

Hunting Note #112: Tigrex: A prehistoric quadrupedal Wyvern also known as the "Roaring Wyvern" due to initial intimidation tactics. Many local legends are based around it. Easily identified by its blue- yellow coloration and severe aggression. Can be found in all regions.

112.1 Even though its labeled as a flying wyvern with frontal attached wings it prefers to glide in search of prey.

112.1.1 Prey include the herbivore mastodons Popo in mountain regions

112.2 Beware head, jaw and power attacks from appendages. Enjoys using brute strength in combat.

The Guild Hall smelled of rust, muddling with the soft warmth of the hearth fire. Long planked tables filled the hall, their tops long stained with sweat rings of ale. Filtered sunlight fell through the windows while serving palicos rushed about with bright eyes and twitching tails. The girl in pink at the counter explained the ranking system to a green horn, a bone great sword sheathed on his back, while the grey tiger palico next to him fiddled with a bomb fuse, bouncing from paw to paw. Fresh off the mountain and eager to fall off again. the Receptionist thought. She gave the lad a bright smile as he accepted a hunting quest finally within his range. He rushed out the Hunt Door, not even pausing at the item chest nearby. She glanced at the patron near the front window and shrugged.

Tillia shook her head as she met the quest givers' eyes. Oh well. It'd been a while since someone new had fallen off the mountain and joined the village. That's how she had stupidly arrived here. Even though she had started out hunting, she'd found herself enchanted with the flora and fauna of the many regions around Pokke Village. Soon she was helping run a stand for remedies and concoctions that other hunters needed for quests. With a deep sigh, she thought back to when she would hunt with friends like the tall, red-haired Hunter Yingko. Her with dual blades, him with longsword; they'd grab their drinks and fight the monsters plaguing the ecosystems. Coming back to current times she glanced down the bank of counters, the young girl in pink was only one of many manning them. Word had it the Commission was working on an alternative to bypass the gathering halls in the New World system. But for now, the rumors were a muddled mix of randomly placed Quest Boards and lost hunters. She sipped her ale and laid her head against the smooth grain of the table as her ale started to sweat. She contemplated the muddy waters of these truths and rumors while glancing at the parchment on the table next to her. It bore the seal of the Research Commission and the scrawled writing was bound to portent interesting news.

Tillia stashed the unopened letter in her pouch as she finished her drink and covered her nose as a stench wafted in through the hunt door. Two grizzled hunters sitting near the vestibule pulled powder capsules out of their packs, not moving to cover against the smell. The trifoliate symbol of a sunset herb emblazoned on the capsules side shined as the two drew back ready to pitch at whom or whatever emerged with the ever growing stench of sulfur and manure. The door creaked open and the young greatsword hunter from earlier fell backwards as the onslaught of capsules exploded against him filling the area with powdery fog. The stench dissipated, replaced with the sterile scent of the capsules. Grumbles ensued as patrons and quest givers went back to their tasks.

"Best learn alchemy boy or buy some deodorants if ya wish to beat a Congalala. They'll lock ya' out of your own goods 'n' send ya packin' back ter camp." One of the grizzled growled at the lad as he went back to his drink.

The other shook his head making his dreads jangle and resumed coating his arrows. The greenhorne rubbed at the back of his neck and with a sheepish look on his face regained his feet with the help of his palico. He solemnly tread across the hall to the entrance and left into the market square. Hopefully headed to his farm or a vender Tillia hoped. She threw a couple zenny on the table and patted one of the tending palicos on the head as she headed out behind the greenhorn enjoying the momentary distraction.

Pokke Village glowed in the soft evening light, a zephyr came down from the mountain cooling the marketplace. Tillia's verdant hair fluttered where it wasn't restrained in her ponytail. She meandered around the loop of shops and waved at the owner of the stall she made potions and powders for. She'd have to make a few more flash pods and dash juices for tomorrow she thought idly. As she approached home the old felyne trader beckoned to her.

"Hello darling! How are you today? How's the little tea spot doing?"

A horde of young palicos were gathered about her. A few lounged about her feet while others slept in the layered pack upon the old ladies back. It was a wonder those palicos all got along in such a small sack. Tillia smiled at the merchant as she made here way up the hill.

"I'm fine. The little one still seems to be having trouble finding her nitsch. I can definitely say cooking is not her specialty. Ishi has about had it with her, so I have Ashley and Jaraiya teaching her battle basics." She sighed as the old woman shook her head.

"I've traded a great deal of felynes over my life and never met such a troublesome kit. To mess up so much…..hmmm ...she's had quite a journey." She sorrowfully shook her head. "Please keep in touch. I'll be back through again if you'd like to trade." The old woman held herself as a gentle and kind business woman but the sadness at the little ones plight never left her eyes. Tillia clasped the elders hands in farewell before resuming her stroll.

As she entered her quaint home, the smell of broth and old leather greeted her. She took off her pouch and crouched to pet her poogie. It snorted and oinked at her, wiggling its curly tail in glee. She apparently gave it one too many pets and with a loud squeal it head rushed into her making her land heavily on the floor. The soon to be bacon rushed out the door before Tillia could exact justice. "Good thing you're cute." She mumbled to herself and plotted which costume to force upon it when the little jerk returned. She stood and dusted herself off and caught her reflection in the mirror over her small dresser. Her red falcon tattoos hadn't faded since her hunting days. The wing spans radiating around each of her eyes accented with gold shadow. She still looked every part a huntress. Her tanned skin and dark green hair marked her as an outsider but no one cared here. The village needed hunters to stop the nuisance monsters and keep the fabled Tigrex in check. She had been part of that not so long ago. Her gaze wandered over to the letter peeking out of her pouch, the Commission's emblem glaring back over the edge of the leather rim. With a sigh she pulled it out and tore it open on her way back to the kitchen. Clattering pots, hissing steam, guttural meows and chirping fowl melded together to make the din of the kitchen area. Ashley and Jarayia were taking turns teaching the battle palicos. They were a little spread apart practicing all manner of things, from push-ups to lifting little weights to cardio runs. Ishi stood behind the small serving counter tasting a simmering broth while the sous chefs chopped and stirred about the little kitchen. Another palico chased a wiley pack of bright yellow chicks around the chore board by the far wall. Tillia finished reading the letter and sat down at the squat table. She tapped a beat on the grainy top not sure what move to make next. The contents were rather interesting indeed.

Losing track of her thoughts she watched as the tea-spot struggled a bit with the weights but managed. She felt a little unnerved with the new bombing palico she'd also purchased as it practiced with fuses in the corner. Everything should be in order but was it? Ishi was becoming bored with the local cuisine. He had brought it up days ago and voiced that he wanted to travel and learn new recipes. Ashley had also announced she was with kit and was going to be limited until after they were born. The other recruits were coming along at an average speed but could they leave if she actually followed through on what was in the letter? She sighed, sitting upright and picked up the evenings' menu. Which would it be tonight wild onions or something tastier?

Fresh powder encased the sea of flora before her, a solid azure mass of pendulas bells under pristine white snow. Flowerfen... No moon showed its face but thousands of stars twinkled in unfamiliar constellations. A lilting tune echoed across the frozen space. Familiar yet old at the same time... Something Ancient ...Ah...she had been here before... Before she had fallen off the Furahiya mountains... the tune made her Blood sing...ah...there is the memory...As a child the clan Wyverian had spoken of this. Called her a Farseeker and destined to be a great hunter...Ha!... Said the tune was carried back in the mind of an ancestor and the keening was of a Great Being...Odd...the "Great Being" she had encountered didn't keen like this... This time the dream was Different... She followed the tune deeper. The frozen marshland turning into solid tundra just like before, the fresh snow pack crunching beneath her feet. The labored breathing of a dying beast grew louder as she neared the icefield. It's gold and blue hide showed the scars of battle and was dulled with the passage of time...There You Are…It paid no mind to her as she approached; staring off across the icefield, gazing towards the keening tune. She stood near it for a moment. The great dragon was never aggressive here. Loud roars began joining the keening song. A thousand death cries of a thousand dying. The ancient being next to her struggled to lift it massive head, steamy breath flowed out its nostrils as it gave its' all one last time in a magnificent deafening roar of defeat. Tillia clasped her hands over her ears as the legendary Roaring Wyvern succumbed to its destiny and the ground beneath her rapidly fissured but remained intact. Ripples of powdered snow took to the air as the Wyvern slumped to the ground never to roar again. Tillia took a knee with her ears still ringing and placed a hand on the once majestic predator...Tigrex What Happened To You?... This was THE different part, the Wyvern NEVER died. It was always staring across the icefield, yes, but it was always in its prime. Regal, Ancient and Ferocious...What had caused this?...who or what was throwing the Flowerfens ecosystem, The World, out of sync?!

The Wyverns' corpse began to decompose into ash and an aurora of its soul arose. A wonderful myriad of cool blue and bright gold coalesced before her and flowed into the sky joining the other Wyvern souls. Red, gold, blue, and green; all in varying intensity and size danced with one another as they ascended. They seemed to converge around a single point. A glimmering star, A Sapphire Star.

Cicadas and crickets sang throughout the hedge. Humid air meddled with the stench of rotting plant matter and sweet grass. Whoosh... Whack! An iridescent beetle struggled to free itself from the netting. Fluttering wings and squirming to no avail. Tillia stood and shook the net causing the tiny life form to fall into the receptacle underneath. She wiped her forehead and stared across her little farm plot. She just couldn't shake the haunting dread of what was to come. Was what she saw truly a dream or something else? Accounts of larger predators leaving the region had been filtering in for weeks now. Were they expanding their territories? Maybe a mass migration? She dallied a little longer on her thoughts as the morning grew hazy. Even though it was far, a rainbow was flickering to life across the far mountain range. Hmmm? Her excursion palico hadn't been sent out yet. Usually that sign meant lucky finds... so why was it showing up now? Rolling her eyes at the gods confusion she walked the boardwalk back to the town square. The Alchemists booth sat empty as she approached. The owner wasn't an early riser and she usually manned the stall until he showed up around midday. She set about concocting the potions and powders needed for the day. She felt antsy underneath the lacquered boards and canvas. Idly moving her hands, she kept elbowing the papers in her pouch. She'd forgotten to put them away in her chest after dinner. She set her vials aside and read through the letter again. Sighing, she leaned her back against the counter. The Research Commision was part of the Hunters Guild there was no way she could deny their invitation and it sent her huntress curiosity tingling. Between the Tigrex and letters' content she had a real mystery (or was it an expedition?!) on her hands. Expeditions were fun and it had been awhile since she had dabbled in the hunter world. She rifled through her pouch and swore. Where did she put her cards? She would have to relocate her Guild and Hunter Cards. Are they with my armor? Or did I leave them in the Guild Chest…... my armors out of date ...will I even NEED it?

Glancing back through the letter Tillia noted that once she reached the Guild District HeadQuarters everything would be provided and all she need to bring was herself. She would of course need to present her cards and new ones will be issued to her. hmm...A Palico cohort is optional. Should she try her luck with a new one? or…..Ishi could be fickle, especially when searching for new recipes ...there was the Tea Spot...she could be of use... as terrible as it was she could just replace her if it doesn't work out...Arggg! She sat heavily on the shop floor and ran her hands through her emerald hair. She snagged the end of her pony-tail and fumbled it through her fingers. She shouldn't be getting worked up. She had fought Elder Dragons more intimidating than this! Why was she so ill at ease? Restless? She breathed deeply claiming dominance over her emotions and heart beat. After a few cycles she rose to her feet and squinted at the vials on the counter. She cleaned and organized the containers and gave the place a quick glance. All the inventory was now stocked. None of the usual customers had been through yet. She then went around the front of the booth and corrected the awnings tucking the cloth back in where the evening zephyrs had tugged it loose. A few hunters were gathered at the armorsmith. Trading in parts and pieces for upgrades. Others sprinted from the lodgings to the gathering hall choosing either the boardwalk for the weapons trainer or the actual hall itself. A few emerged from the farming tracks and took in the square heading towards a vender to trade or craft.

Most of the potions and powders that her stall sold could be made in the field if you had the right knowledge and materials. Sometimes if unique materials were brought to the stalls the vendors would trade recipes for them. Often quests would arise from vendors seeking unique or large quantities of monster materials. The rewards were usually upgrades, recipes, or currency.

Tillia leaned against the storefront crossing her arms and watched the village bustle. The hefty shop owner bumbled out of his abode and slowly ambled down the slope towards the square.