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Over the past year, Novus had entered many villages. He had watched large doors of iron part to grant entry, trekked up snaking wooden pathways leading to a hilltop village and even passed through the skeletal remains of a giant ancient creature from the past when he entered Astera for the very first time. None of it was quite like walking Kamura's footbridge over rushing waters as the river emptied into the ocean. Stopping and placing a hand atop the railing and peering down at the high chasm, then glancing forth to take in the colorful cherry blossoms and the striking architecture, he felt the entire weight of a culture baring down on his senses and sweeping them away into a brief but epiphanic journey he would carry with him forever.
"I feel that by now we must have discovered a truth."
Aginya, the palico in charge of caring for Novus along his travels, sat atop the railing absorbing the abundance of sensory stimuli much in the same way as her hunter. His words drew her sharp eyes towards him, awaiting further elaboration, which the human knowingly obliged after briefly connecting gazes.
"That beholding foreign, unfamiliar and beautiful new territories never becomes tiresome. In a way, it has the power to make one feel reborn."
He stood there for quite some time, feeling the wind as it funneled through the chasm underneath the bridge and also capturing the scents it carried in its wake each time he took a breath through his nose. That of fresh water ebbing away at rocky surfaces, that of vibrant greenery touched by life bringing humidity . . . and the list went on and on.
When finally he broke out of his reverie, he entered the village proper and found himself greeted by many new faces. They were friendly, he found, and particularly eager to welcome him to their village, as if they wanted him to partake of its wonders as well. The second he found a willing resident, he had himself guided to the Guild Hall seeking the Guild Records. There, he figured he would find more information about the material he had come here in search of, and could be found there.
Since arriving, he wore a large poncho possessing the two most defining colors of the forest ( brown and green ). It was large enough to obscure his torso and hips. Sitting with a book before him, Aginya sat at the ready, turning the pages for him when prompted.
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“ She used his power to enhance, her powers. Her abilities. She got stronger, and she was nigh unstoppable… ” A heavy sigh, “ ..Until Magnamalo showed up once again..” She quickly sits up in her seat, as if some adrenaline entered her body. “ And yet instead of attacking me for merely existing, it saved me. It helped me- it let me Wyvern Ride it! "
There was an interesting junction within Roxanne's story where the events taking place went from mysterious and anomalous to perfectly within the interpretable natural order. Subduing Magnamalo did not result in the end of these rampages, an indication that it was a symptom rather than a cause and the moment that the hypothesis formed in his mind, he reached around behind him and into his rucksack to procure a notebook that he placed down on the table and opened. A particularly ornate pen lay nestled along the spine, blue in coloration and unfurling into a silvery crystalline feather at the top. Gathering it into his hand, he began to jot down notes from Roxanne's story before turning his attention to her once more.
Suddenly, his thoughts were stuck where a pair of twins were "p o s s e s s e d" by Elder Dragons. Novus's eyes appeared to glaze over for a moment until he reconciled his sentiments on that particular detail and began to scribble away again. However, the part about possessions was given its own entry on the very last page of his notebook rather than on the page on which he had begun his work. Then he flipped back to the first one and listened further.
Throughout him sitting there and listening, there was a point when palpable realization took root in the way he stared at her. His lips parted, meaning to say something before she continued but he stayed his words and turned to his notebook again, writing at a feverish pace as if the story that she was telling would escape him if he did not hurry. By the time his attention returned a second time, he was listening to a very human interpretation of what had happened between Narwa and Ibushi towards the end.
There were instances of creatures devouring their mate when a b i r t h i n g was at hand. Normally it was not cruelty or betrayal, but simply another part of how the natural order conducted itself. But it was fallacy for Novus to attempt to contemplate in certainties. Even though he was leaning towards his own beliefs, he left room for her perspective as well.
"Ahhh . . . Magnamalo aided you? That is . . . rather interesting. It reminds me of a creature the Research Commission discovered in the New World. N e r g i g a n t e, it is called. The Eater of Dragons, and by its own nature, a force of balance in the ecosystem at times. But it never exactly aided us the way you are describing."
He appeared lost in thought for a few moments. Then the light returned to his eyes, focus reentering his gaze.
"Is Magnamalo the only large wyvern to have been witnessed showing aggression towards Narwa?"
In Nergigante’s case, it had been the only wyvern seen being aggressive to Z o r a h M a g d a r o s. He was wondering just how similar it was to Magnamalo.
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Her eyes narrowed as she stares towards the ground, remembering time after time after that. A target for Magnamalo to take out, she was.
“ But…he keeps appearing, every now and zhen when I participate in more Rampages. It just refused t’die no matter what. Like an actual malice spirit or somezhing.. Soon enough I was no longer zhat weak against it. Easily handled compared to what I faced next. “
Yomogi had lived through the era of the calamity herself and had witnessed its end, therefore being familiar with the tale. However, it was that same story through the eyes of the Hunter of Kamura that she was interested in. Novus could see the pain manifesting in the young chef's expression when Roxanne touched her stomach, likely where a grave wound had been inflicted ( perhaps the girl is seeing outward signs of Roxanne's trauma for the very first time? ).
Novus gathered as much ( in regards to the abdominal wound ) through context. Beyond that, he listened quietly and there was something in his eyes that acknowledged the impetus of hunting a beast on par with the Elder Dragons alone. Like he knew the terror of it and what it takes for human beings in all of their intellectual fallacies to slay a monolith of instinctual devastation. Somewhere along the way, Novus had exchanged a very humanly trait for something more animalistic to achieve such a feat himself, and he wondered if Roxanne had as well.
Finally, mention of a malicious spirit elicited more of a noticeable reaction from him ( brows scrunching nearer ), like it reminded the Fifth Fleet hunter of something he had already experienced in the lands surrounding Kamura. On his way here, he had chosen to busy himself in the study of small insectoid creatures, leaving matters of survival to the troupe of palicoes that had accompanied him here from the New World. Good training for the young ones, he thought, before discovering that there was something profoundly unsettling hanging in the air out there.
They heard entities singing to them in the night and briefly witnessed ghostly apparitions roaming the forests. Haunting roars echoed in the near and far distances, distorting their senses of danger and safety. It was different from the New World in that sense and he could understand why the inhabitants of Kamura might regard a monster such as Magnamalo as something of an otherworldly force largely beyond the reach of mortal influence.
As he contemplated, he nodded softly and allowed himself, and Roxanne, some time to gather their thoughts before his dimly lidded emerald irises raised to settle on her amethyst gaze again.
"What were you faced with next?"
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“ Zhe tale of Kamura Village, along wizh zhe weigh’ of zhe safety for Kamura has been passed down from generation to generation. A’ least, as much as I can assume! Been given zhe elder’s weapon means I ge’ t’tell ya zhe story wizh a much lighter heart zhan anticipated. Which…makes me kinda glad I sat down t’talk to ya about zhis. “
She shuffled in her seat, to face him more properly.
“ Tis abit of a long story..not gonna lie. If ya have time to listen t’zhe story of zhe village’s struggles and triumphs, I’d be happy to give it t’ya.. free of charge! “
It was not surprising for tales of the Research Commission and the Elder Crossing to be unfamiliar to people of the Old World. Even after all of this time, the Guild was a clutch of fractured panes of glass arranged into a mosaic, held mostly together by word of mouth and distant guild influences occasionally sweeping through the regions of the world. But that was changing, or so Novus believed. Perhaps in another ten or twenty years, the flow of information would improve. But for now, the lack of information at the very least ensured one thing; that there was ample reason for people to encircle a campfire and listen to stories recited.
The softness spreading across Roxanne's face revealed much about the struggles of the village and the weight she herself carried. Thinking about the generations of newborns inheriting the calamity put some of it into perspective for him. Once she had acknowledged her privilege to tell the story of Kamura ( awarded to her in tandem with a symbolic gift from the village elder apparently ), he noticed something in the language of her body. She turned to him, a sign of her inclination or perhaps even of her necessity to tell the story to someone else.
In response, Novus nodded firmly and angled a glance towards Yomogi, holding up his palm to signal pause. "I will take the remainder of my order to go, please. I must listen to Miss Roxy's story and I fear the dango will be too delicious for me to focus properly."
Once the chef had acknowledged his request ( but not without showing some interest in listening to Roxanne's story herself! ), Novus returned the gesture of affixing his focus on one singular point, that of the person he was speaking with. He turned in his seat, rested one elbow on the table and placed his other hand on his knee. In doing so, he appeared to settle into pure serenity.
"Time isn't of particular concern to me. It passes quickly when the mind is engaged, after all. As long as I do not distract you from any of your responsibilities, I would be willing to listen here beyond the sunset later today or the sunrise the next morning if you are."
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“ I can zake a guess n’ say you’re likin’ wha’ you’re zastin’? “
A tilt of her head, to analyze the stranger a bit more, letting the heavy weapon on her back slouch some to the accordant side, quite a large sword, a Great Sword.
“ Ya seem t’be new aroun’ here if ya ordering nearly as much of Dango as zhe Quest Maiden of zhe Steelworks. As long as you here, ya happy t’get as much as you wan’ yknow. Considerin’ you have zhe patience t’be quite zhe compe’ition for Yomogi’s favori’e customer. “
The hunter's heavily accented voice was as unfamiliar to him as Yomogi's bunny dango but just as vigorous. The melody of her dialogue was brisk and energetic. Fitting of a hunter, of course, and far to the opposite spectrum of his own mellow energy flows but nevertheless evocative. It brought a pleasant smile to his lips when he recognized that the voice was addressing him and his eyes were filled with a gleam of their own.
"Hello there," he responded instinctively before realizing abruptly that he was having at least a little bit of trouble understanding her words. Somehow he managed and nodded to affirm her claims ( he is eager to build a good rapport with the locals and if it is through food it is even better ) before inviting her to share a meal next to him with asking hand. Ah, a hunter he thought to himself as his eyes flickered to the massive hunting implement on her back. Already, visiting the tea shop was turning out productive. A hunter familiar with the region was appropriate in the context of why he was here.
"I am Novus. I represent the Research Commission, a subsidiary of the Hunter's Guild that was dispatched across the sea to the New World. These lands are unfamiliar to me but I have heard that quite a story unfolded here in recent months."
Novus was a hunter as well but it wasn't a weapon that gave it away ( he is actually not carrying one on his person currently ) but the scars. A claw gash marked his right temple where the reconstructed flesh had formed lighter than the flesh surrounding it. Another one cut across the bridge of his nose and his sinewy arms and hands spoke of the tremendous weight he wielded during a hunt as well.
"I only know surface details, of course. Like sound, stories diminish as they echo further and further from their point of origin . . . but I know that it was a desperate danger that must linger in the hearts of the people. So I will not ask you to speak of it if you would prefer it to become a distant memory. But if you would recite the mysteries of these lands instead, I would be happy to treat you to several meals. And if recitals are not your thing, then perhaps showing me would be a suitable alternative?"
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“If an Elder Crossing takes place, an explosive amount of energy is suddenly restored, and the spires grow rapidly in size. The end result of that process being repeated is the massive size of the spires.” – Tokuda
At its barest foundation, the New World is a place that has been in chaotic ecological flux for many centuries, possibly even millennia, due to the Elder Crossing. The Everstream flows beneath the entirety of the continent but each of the biomes ( ancient forest, wildspire waste, coral highlands, rotten vale etc ) is affected differently by it. For example, the Ancient Forest is so lush because it is enriched equally throughout its entire range by the Everstream while the Wildspire Waste is only partially enriched by it.
Each time an Elder Crossing is completed, the Everstream is filled with an explosive surge of bioenergy that is distributed across the entirety of the New World, and that precisely is what the New World is, a land that bursts with renewed vitality once every one hundred years. The impetus of that is unreal. Now that Xeno’Jiiva has been slain and Zorah Magdaros has completed its crossing ( albeit on possibly inhibited scale because it did not settle in the Rotten Vale ) an explosive renewal of the Everstream could be at hand.
But imagine a land where many organisms that take hundreds of years to appear end up forming within human lifetimes, a land where monolithic spires appear so quickly it can feel as if they formed overnight, and that’s what the New World is. An ecosystem blooming in so many different ways right before your very eyes. I am filled with a sensation of pride and privilege when the thought of calling the New World home crosses my mind. This continent, in an of itself, is magical and unbelievable and yet so real. I know because here I am living in it.
- - The thoughts of some nameless hunter from the Fifth Fleet, etched with particularly skillful penmanship into the wooden gate that leads into Astera
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When in doubt, take a bite!
Novus didn’t particularly resonate with that part of his partner’s philosophical outlook on life yet here he was, reconciling the uncertainty of where to begin his journey in the Kamura region with an early meal at the Tea Shop. Since bunny dango was new to him, the young chef guided him through the process of putting together a desirable plate.
With each of his hands holding a single skewer ( dotted by three of Yomogi's treats ) at either end, he took a pause when he noticed something in the periphery of his vision. The youthful girl was attempting to hide it but she was full of anticipation, stealing quick glances of him with the corner of her eyes as she worked her store, likely hoping to witness his reaction.
Fortunately for her, Novus was sold even before tasting his meal. Isobe Dango was perfectly what he was looking for. The texture of the cooked rice flour was not so dissimilar to grilled kulu and the soy sauce glaze gave it an appetizing g o l d e n l u s t e r that spoke perhaps of s w e e t e r tones where flavor was concerned. Preferring his protein with a heavy helping of greens, the deep coloration of the seaweed lining these little rondures made his belly receptive to them even before partaking.
He bit into them calmly, taking several careful moments to experience the taste before his expression was lit with contentment. Upon finishing the first skewer, he turned his attention to the girl as he reached for the second one, "I will have ten more. Ten more orders. You may put more than three of them on each skewer if-”
Shrieks of disbelief interrupted the remainder of his statement as his mouth fell slightly agape in shock.
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Still. Cornelia felt a sliver of pride that he’d feel so agitated on her behalf, and would put Novus back into his boots for her. He knew she didn’t mind him voicing out loud things she thought - she would have done it herself if she could! But the time wasn’t up to bickering. It rarely ever was when Novus got under her skin. But she was more busy watching the ground under the torch’s dying light, making sure she didn’t step in a hole, or break something. A shattered femur wasn’t a good look when they were trying to outrun some unholy abomination.
The expression of terror that he saw glazing over both Momo and Cornelia's faces bothered Novus the most. Already in the motion of shutting the door in a futile attempt to shelter them from the dreadful image, he hurried nevertheless and closed his eyes when it was fully shut, releasing a labored breath as he rested his forehead against the frigid stone. Then he quickly turned around to face them and listened closely to the Boa's words.
Many thoughts went through his head at that moment. The unpredictability of the matter at hand was one of the ideas that came and passed like the timid glow of an ember burning away what remained of its light. Then it was remembrance of why they were here, which had been to rescue survivors and then finally, the thought of responsibility. The last of those thoughts lingered longer than the others, much longer. Until then, the way Cornelia had kicked the stone door and the way Momo berated him over his actions caused a sinking feeling in his stomach, reigniting contemplations of the worst case scenario, in which both of the youths failed to survive. Then mention of heaping responsibilities onto those who did not ask for such absolved him from that monolithic guilt in an instant.
What did Novus know about picking and choosing responsibilities? What did he know about uninhibited youth, protected and nurtured and leading an idyllic existence? Nothing at all. That was why he was so brash with them, because he had assumed the sorts of atrocious responsibilities that seemed to shock Momo so since what should have been his own idyllic youth.
It still was not correct. Finally he fully understood that neither Momo nor Cornelia belonged here and understanding the reasoning behind why he had erred meant much to him. It helped him reconcile the possible path to redemption.
"I am sorry."
He responded, words clear.
"I vow never to put your friend in such danger ever again. I do not know how I may ever make up for this mistake but I will venture to that end nevertheless."
Aware of the faint light of Cornelia's torch and Momo's nearly paralytic despair, he moved forth, surrounded by a furious stream of scoutflies that lit his path until he reached one of the cannons. With a swift motion, he drew the switch axe from his back and swung it in a crescent once before putting his weight and strength into the next revolution, crashing the heavy axe into the wooden legs that held it upright. The wood splintered and fell, and after placing the switch axe on his back again, he knelt to put together another torch for them.
With forceful strength and a vice like grip, he tore shreds of his cloak away and lined the torch before lighting it with flint, and then handed it to Cornelia. He was turning his head around to eye the barrel of the cannon, possibly useful in the construction of a shaped charge when there was a loud bang that sent vibrations through the cavernous stronghold. With wide eyes, he glanced in the direction from which they'd come and shifted his eyes from left to right, putting together the cadence of his following actions quietly before turning to Cornelia again, flashing a smile.
"The Commission has arrived! Go! Return to our location of entry and meet with them there. Instruct them to shut the door because an explosion that could threaten this whole stronghold is pending. I will meet them on the opposite side of the mountain. There is another exit there. And tell them not to engage velkhana. It serves an important ecological purpose here. That is the final unwanted responsibility I will push upon you, I promise."
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The primary consumers of the Coral Highlands don’t feed directly on plants like most animals that fall under the same specification ( aptonoth and apceros for example feed directly on plant life ). Instead, they consume the eggs that the corals ( the “plant” organisms of the coral highlands ) use to propagate themselves and it helps that the highlands are particularly windy. That wind is just one of the many traits ( in this case simply as a result of geological circumstances ) that help facilitate the nearly perfect ecosystem of the New World.
There is an area of the Coral Highlands where a large coral resembling a tree sits in between two high wall formations on either side. Raphinos gather there and so do flying meduso. Periodically, the corals in the area will release their eggs into the air, likely coaxed by strong updrafts, and the haze of purple particles floating in the air triggers a feeding frenzy by the raphinos and the flying meduso that is not so dissimilar to what is commonplace in the ocean when predators descend on massive schools of fish.
During one of our excursions in particular, a Coral Pukei appeared and seemed to get along with the feed as well as the raphinos and the flying meduso. It wagged its tongue about and collected its meal in impressive swaths. It was a marvelous display that none of us were expecting to see. Sometimes, larger species will take control of feeds like this but perhaps it is the abundance that dissuades that behavior. Or perhaps there wasn’t a need for conflict that time.
We’ve got another month to study, hopefully time will yield an answer. What a wonderful time to be an ecologist. - - Wyverian Ecologist
“We are living creatures as well, yes, made of sinew and bone and we even have instinct, yet we are irrevocably different. We are not entirely governed by our instinct like they are. And what could be the purpose of our intellect if not to ignore instinct where appropriate, and spare the lives of the creatures that impede our progress merely because they are incapable of reasoning otherwise? Besides, the difference between the cadence of vespoid wings on the prowl and the cadence of vespoid wings as they hover over a light that captivates them and fills them with warmth is striking to one’s own senses. Next time you are beset by insects such as vespoid or hornetaur, do not strike them down. Light a flame for them. Torch pods are particularly apt to the task. They will leave you to your devices, no harm done, and your reward will be safe passage and the most peaceful thrum of their wings as you pass through the area.” -- Statement made by a veteran hunter of the Research Commission
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“Well, I’m never one to refuse a free meal! There is that new dango flavor I’ve been meaning to try…” He flashes a toothy grin that could make anyone’s wallet cry out in pain. “Argent Vendell– Jade-Shrouded Hunter of Kamura. The pleasure is all mine,” he says with a flourish and a light bow.
Like his palicoes, he was relieved to discover that Argent was eager to take him up on his offer of a meal ( he is not aware of the actual pending ramifications of his tardiness though! ). Mention of dango sent a gleam of interest shining across his gaze. Next to wyverns, insects, plants, trees and all manner of different lifeforms to discover here, he was also interested in the food. Though that was more like homework, a task given to him by a friend who had decided to stay behind during this particular excursion. Had she known the truer purpose of his presence here, she might not have, but Novus was content with the progression of things.
"Good to meet you, Argent. Learning by experience is always a welcomed grant."
Given his pensive expression paired with the softness of his voice, it would appear he could instantly recall to memory learning from just that, experience. Wonderful days, those were. A big part of the best years of his life had been characterized by that. He still dabbled often so it wasn't entirely bleak to reminisce on it.
"Excuse my ignorance but what is dango?"
None of the palicoes appeared to be aware of the food either, having all been born in the New World. Their unfamiliarity with the Old World made it difficult not to lose focus at times but the head palico was particularly rigid where work was concerned. He was exceptional at keeping the rest of them on track. Just then, a particularly sweet scent reached one of them.
"Mmm . . . it smells sweet. Almeowst like rice cakes . . . but diffurrrrent. We meowst be close to Kamewra."
