"Ahoy! KiltonTheWarBard at your service!"
Kilton's been my Monster Hunter since the Fifth Fleet days - Always answering SOS flares and turning beasts into banquets.
He doesn't hunt for glory, he hunts for the Feast.
Sat in me tent one eve, and there it struck. The song o' me old home.
Eight long years answerin' flares lone in the ancient trees.
Redeemin' it was, to let more souls make it to the feast!
Even if mine weren't among'em.
*Smiles into the wind.*
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Aye, I've learned this much.
Sometimes perfect form don't win the feast.
It's the stumble that finds the rhythm, the mistake that lands the blow.
Observe! As the beast roars thrice,my heavy attacks strike faster!
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Days o' lazer thunder, staring death' upon metal!
Louder I and me fellow hunters clashed, garbed in Hallow's fright, our luck reigning through endless nights!
A victory worth the songs, alas.
I'm in TEARS. There's nothing to eat heeere!
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Why's the Grand Hub Staff wavin' at me so? I know that gleam! Don't think I've forgotten about the last festival, ye near cooked me alive in that itchy get up! I'll not...well now this ain't half bad, eh? A familiar garb! A pirate for the festival o' Accord it is!
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If the sweets lay siege on me belly later, so be it! I'll hurl the wrath o' this sugar storm upon that stubborn metal brute, see how it fares against the might o' my dessert doom!
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Hrrh! Sweet heavens what sorcery of sugar struck this hub?! Donuts, ice cream, and candy galore! Bahaha!
No sense in stopping it now! A feast's a feast, even if it's made o' frosting and regret!
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Dreamt of that storm again...hope she's okay. All of them.
*Gulps a custom coffee brew down in two drinks*
Ahh..Well my own monsters have yet to claim me as their feast it seems!
Wake up Steam!
A new day, another attempt at the savage metal one!
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Took my trusty palico Mr. Steam to get a portrait painted.
I think it turned out great!
Mr. Steam had suspicions about the painter. Probably nothing I told'em.
"Fear at a hunt?" Aye-always.
Hah! Fear forges a hunters roar!
To me, it turns me trembles to electric, panic into eccentric!
Often find me self laughing.
Hurled forth by impact, driven by the drums in-soul and unknown.
Flying, horn spinning through the wind, the FEAST my tone!
As per me usual routine, kicked off the day with a Mizutsune hunt. Leaves a lasting scent throughout the day, and guarantees sushi for the FEAST!
Mid-battle I notice sparks by me waist.
Look down and me belt suddenly caught fire at some point!
Odd one for the books indeed!
Chewed the fat with Fabius for weeks-said he'd pull a few Guild favors for me. And now according to this report...
Who in the handler in a pickle is Kai?
Fobs looked just as confused.
Though I can't be everywhere at once, no matter!
Always lived nomadic by the flare anyhow!
Been in town more often. I know I'm catching looks on the scar.
It's ok, it's glowing after all!
Bio electric from the Ray Dau yadda yadda scholars said.
Doesn't hurt. Well not anymore!
As for how it happened, there was a "specific" Ray Dau.
I smile upon the FEAST that day!
Perusing through the Grand Hub as I usually do, I notice there are no shortage of armor spheres these days.
Come to think, been fastening my armor buckles, repairing my plates to no shortage lately.
*Checks grease stained guild papers
*Notices 9-Star
....Oh
NOW WE'RE TALKIN!