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Ardor and Derek were busy setting up their barbecue pit the next morning, working together to gather dried cactus husks and skewers from cacti thorns. Incidentally, Ardor had chosen one of the largest fire pit. Derek couldn’t help but wonder why they needed a large pit, which Ardor just smiled at to and didn’t say anything further.

The Quilava then sent Derek to the kitchen to gather supplies while he set up the barbecue contraption he had in mind, which appeared to be pyramidal in shape, with grids to hold up pieces of meat.

While he was constructing the barbecue, Ardor was visited by an old friend/rival of his from Ashior. He was pleasantly surprised to see the Lucario, and soon found out he had brought two others with him; an Absol and an Umbreon. They were new members of the Brotherhood, and they had been sent to look for Ardor and Darius as several new information of the Order surfaced.

Meanwhile, Logan was busy preparing the food in the kitchen, sampling the stuff he had made, making mental notes to improve the taste, or to add more salt, or to add more sauce here and there. His broken arm were a lot better now, and he can move around without feeling much pain. Though, he would still need to wear the sling.

The Buizel soon found help from a Marshtomp whom Tristan and Tor had rescued from the Gible tribe yesterday. Introducing himself as Nathaniel, or Nate as his friends call him. Nate was quite proficient in kitchen work, which he revealed to be from years of experience working as a chef for several merchant ships. Logan, whom had a deep interest in sea travel, soon launched several questions to the Marshtomp. It wasn’t until the waiters began to ask for the Embers-in-a-Pita Logan had been working that the Buizel quickly focused on the task, feeling flustered.

Tristan and Tor were helping the waiters by bringing in food from the kitchen to the guests. Tor couldn't help but wonder why the Andalusst Ambassador was looking more sour than usual. That, and the Mienshao had an odd, pungent odor around his body which drove people away from him... and since when did the Ambassador wear a hot pink cape with "Kiss Me I'm Filthy Rich" written on the back?

A glance towards a snickering Growlithe, a bespectacled Rufflet, a giggling, rotund Rattatta, and a smug looking Poochyena sitting together around a table told him as much. The Hunters badge on their scarves and vests were dead giveaway, especially the same pungent odor which seem to came from the Poochyena's vest pocket. 

Jim and Leo were manning the beverage table. The Zigzagoon had came up with several juices and light liquors after seeing Leo work on his improved salac tequila yesterday. The drink was even served to the customers today. Leo couldn’t feel happier when he found the Sunset Salac Tequila became a favourite among younger patrons.

Jim however, was distracted by the arrival of his younger sibling, Spencer Holford. They traded deductions, as per the norm of Holford sibling meeting, before Jim guessed Spencer’s real intent. The younger Zigzagoon quickly relayed that Antheia had been receiving information of a new, unknown, underground group which activity had been increasing as of late. She had basically ordered her two brothers to keep an eye out of suspicious characters while she tries to handle the case she had received from Andalusst.  

Spencer uttered his annoyance quite loudly, which Leo culled by giving the Zigzagoon an ice cold salac juice. Spencer then soon told the two Researchers that he suspected there were at least two members of this underground organization in Cactus Fields, glancing sideways towards Ardor and Derek, who had started their barbecue pit, which was humongous.

Jim kept his thoughts to himself and thanked his brother, who soon left the bar to look for food.

Sandy Cookout (PLACEHOLDER)

Placeholder for the Part 3 of my Cactus Fields task, which covers the cookout task. I wish I have more time to work on this, but here you go. 

Team Rewards:
-Explorers Stormfront:
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-Explorers Aecor:
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-Hunters Scorch Recon
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-Researchers Datum
    - 1x Recruitment Slip

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Explorers Guild - Aecor
Hunters Guild - Scorch Recon
Researchers Guild - Datum

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It was late in the night when the entire guild managed to traverse through Cactus Fields and stopped in front of the largest Giant Cactus . Before they could meet up with the with the owner of the Thirsty Cacturne however, there was a huge commotion as a group of rough looking Pokemon scampered down from the front door, chased by an angry Miltank wielding a scary looking spiked club. Turns out it was the owner of the saloon herself, and truth to be told, Logan was rather perplexed by how fast she switched from demonic fury into a perfectly friendly person. She looked scary strong too.

Turns out the inn didn’t have enough rooms for the bulk of the guild members despite its size. With several loud complaining and groaning from several members (and a condescending protests from the ever-sneering Andalusstian Ambassador), supplies and tents were pulled down from the caravan and everyone began to work.

Tristan decided that Logan should stay with him and Tor since the state of his health wouldn’t allow him to do much of anything. The Buizel agreed, though he was a bit disappointed then Theoden told the three that his friend had managed to pay for a room in the Thirsty Cacturne and he had intended to stay in the saloon.

“We’ll still see each other ‘round.” The bandaged Gabite had said, patting Logan’s head with a fond smile. “I’m sure Luke and Cassidy will have tasks for us to do tomorrow. Now you just rest. It’s been a long journey for us.”

Logan couldn’t help but nod at the Explorer. A thought suddenly occured to him. “Um, Theoden…”

“You can call me Theo, you know.” The dark blue skinned dragon interjected airily. “I’ll see you around then, Logan.”

“Yeah, right, Theo.” Logan corrected sheepishly. “See you around.” He added, giving a small wave to the retreating figure of the Gabite.


On the other side of the camping ground, Derek had shown a surprisingly skilled hand in preparing a campsite, which Ardor found surprising to a degree.

“Well, I dunno, I just… did it.” The Monferno had said, scratching the back of his head in slight confusion when he and Ardor got their tent righted up.

The hooded Quilava couldn’t help but let out a small grin. “Good then. I think you’re slowly recovering your memories.”

Derek shrugged, but it did keep him thinking. “Cael, you said something about a memory block in here, right?” He turned to the Honedge as he tapped his head. “You think it might have been weakened when I evolved?”

“Hmm… it is a possibility.” Cael hummed, swishing his tassel from side to side. He always did that when he’s pondering about something. “Your whole being did undergo an intense restructuring, so I think that block might be weakened to a degree.”

“Make sure to tell us if you experience flashbacks, alright?” Ardor intoned as he unrolled a couple of thin mattress inside the tent.

“Okay then.” Derek nodded with a slight smile as he went to move their equipment and belongings into the tent. The scarfed Monferno suddenly blinked and turned around when he heard several raised voices near the entrance to the Thirsty Cacturne. It sounded like several people were arguing heatedly. Nearly everyone in the campsite heard it too.

“I wonder what’s that about?” Cael mused.

Ardor hummed thoughtfully as he dusted his paws off. “I guess I’ll go check it out. You two stay here and guard the tent, alright?” He said, already moving towards the source of the noise.

Derek gave him nod. “Yeah, sure.”

As it turns out, it was Reuben Hetterich, who was looking quite murderous. The impeccably groomed Mienshao could be heard muttering a few comments about inept guilds and no sense of respect when he spotted Ardor looking at him from the sides with raised eyebrow.

“Oh, it’s you…” He drawled, mouth twitching in a sneer. The ermine seemed to blink for a moment, taking a good look at Ardor for a moment, before he nodded to himself. “This might be a perfect chance… At least there’s a competent Hunter around this dump.”

Holding back a snarky retort, Ardor settled for a curt nod. He had a feeling he won’t like what Hetterich will say next. “What can I do for you?” He asked, biting his lip.

“I have a proposition for you.” The Mienshao drawled, waving his arm towards the Thirsty Cacturne. “Those good-for-nothing Researchers had the Luxury Suite booked for their leader and her assistant, forcing me to be stuck here in the middle of this spike filled hellhole.” A prominent scowl had appeared on the Mienshao’s face, making him appear even uglier.

Ardor let out a small sigh. Figures. “What do you want me to do then?”

Reuben smirked. “I want you to deprive Solstice and Flint of the luxury suite.”

“...Say what?”

“You heard me.” And the ugly scowl was back. “My preference is that you cause them as much embarrassment and inconvenience as possible. You could, say... frame the Sandshrew for scuffing the floors, say, or steal from the safe and plant the spoils in their luggage, whatever. I will leave the method as you please.”

Ardor was silent for a moment. “...I see.”

“My only condition is that you avoid causing excessive damage to the suite. As much as I want to harm that lout of an innkeeper, I’d like show my benevolence by paying for the remaining night, and any damages caused.” Reuben continued, lightly dusting his claws on his expensive red cloak. “Oh, and there must be nothing to connect me to your activities, do you understand? Absolutely. Nothing. I have a reputation for being untouchable to uphold.”

“Of course you do.”

“I’ll reward you handsomely for your effort.” The ermine continued, his scowl settling back into his usual sneer. “Now hurry along and get to work. I’d prefer if I can view this entertainment as soon as possible. Mmm… perhaps I can get other Hunters to help you incase you fail...” He added in an afterthought.

“Yeah, right.” The Quilava scoffed, glaring as Reuben retreated from the area. Muttering a curse under his breath, Ardor turned around and began to make his way back towards his tent. There’s no way he would sink so low to become a hired thug for a spoiled, whiny, rich boy.

He was too annoyed by the nobleman that he didn’t really look where he was going, and nearly walked straight to Robin. Quickly regaining his balance, Ardor grimaced when he finally recognize the hooded form of the Banette. “Sorry ‘bout that sir… Wasn’t looking.”

Robin just gave Ardor an easy smile and waved his hand. “It’s alright, no harm done.” Said the hooded Hunters Guild Chief of Operations. “The lodge and campsite are quite packed tonight. With so many guild members and locals around, someone is bound to bump to each other.”

“Ah, yeah.” Ardor let out a weak chuckle whilst nodding in agreement.

“I see you’ve made friends with our… special guest.” Robin continued, his smile fading slightly.

Ardor stiffened.

“I assure you sir, I’m not complying with Hetterich’s wishes.”

Robin grinned at him. “Oh, I’m much certain of that. Don’t you worry.” He chuckled, making Ardor relax somewhat. “You seem to operate on a set moral code, which is always good. That leads to my request.” He hummed lightly, eyes flicking towards the suite on top of the Thirsty Cacturne and the shadowed form of Hetterich a few ways down.

“You want me to stop that team or whomever he had hired from kicking out Miss Solstice and Flint from the suite,” Ardor guessed with a slight grin, “without drawing any kind of attention to me, or even the foe.”

The wide grin Robin gave him couldn’t be more wider. “I see we have several sharp recruits, good.” He nodded, feeling rather pleased. “Yes, you would be correct. I suspect it won’t be much trouble for you. I can see you’re quite experienced in this kind of work.” He chuckled. “I suggest you make your move quickly. I think our nobleman might have come into an agreement with some of our more unscrupulous members…”

Ardor turned, peeking through a rather large tent, just in time to see the Mienshao handing a small sack of Starcoins into the hands of a rough looking Bisharp. The ‘mon gave Hetterich a jerky nod, and it dashed off with three of its team members following with glee written in their faces.

“Alright then.” Pulling his hood up, more of a force of habit than anything, and turned to nod at Robin. “I’ll try to keep the noise down.” He said, making his way towards the inn. This should be quite easy, he thought, as he tailed the group of four, who were heading towards the back entrance of the inn.

Robin merely waved at the hooded Quilava, blinking when the Fire-type practically blended into the shadows. “Now, aren’t you an interesting one…” He intoned, mostly to himself, before he floated away, with plans to round a few more Hunters to foil Hetterich’s childish, but potentially destructive plans.

A few feet away, a lone Lucario standing by the light of the nearby campfire seemed to follow Ardor’s movements with his bright amber eyes. A small smirk tugged on the jackal’s lips. “You’re never one to turn away from trouble, huh?” He murmured as he pulled the collar of his cloak and walked away.


Alistair, or Ace, as he preferred to be called, could not be more elated. He and his crew were starting to get agitated after two days doing nothing but walking around, guarding a blasted caravan wagon. The Basalt Halls provided an ample amount of destructive diversions, sure, but the Bisharp was itching for some action by the time they arrived at this ugly, sandy dump surrounded by idiots and weaklings.

The opportunity could not be more perfect, he thought with glee as he twirled the sack of starcoins with his claws, entering the Thirsty Cacturne in a leisure pace with his crew behind him. No one spared them a second glance, which was good. Now… where’s that private suite again? Oh yes, the top floor.

“So boss. What should we do after we secured those nerds?” Boris, a Haunter, asked as the group of four trudged up the stairs.

Ace rolled his eyes. “Must you ask? Plunder everything. I don’t care what that bitchy rich guy wants. Ransack the whole place if you feel like it.” He waved his claw dismissively.  

“Heheh, good.” Boris chuckled to himself. “Let’s get these wimps.”

Rio and Brooks voiced their agreement loudly behind the Ghost-type.

Ace grunted. Their level of enthusiasm can get really annoying at times. “Will you two fuckers be quiet? Those researchers might hear you, you morons!” He hissed. All three Pokemon quieted down, but Brooks gave the Bisharp a small glare, which Ace returned with double the intensity. The Electabuzz could disagree with him all he liked, but he’s still the boss in his group.

Rio just gave a noncommittal grumble, the tip of his ever burning lizard tail twitching. Ace gave the two of them a long, hard look before motioning for them to continue climbing.

The four of them soon reached the top most landing, which leads into a short anteroom where there stood a single door at the other side. From the voices behind it, the researchers seemed to be getting their things sorted. Perfect. He could hear Boris giggling in anticipation and Brooks’ antennas crackling with static electricity. Rio, just grinned maniacally, and Ace could tell that the Charmeleon was ready to tear down the walls with his razor sharp claws if he ever so wanted.

With a small smirk, the Bisharp gave his crew a jerk of a nod, turned, and delivered a roundhouse kick that would burst through the door, if not for a solid kick that hit the back of his head.

“I honestly didn’t expect a Hunter would stoop so low to become a muscle for hire.” uttered a voice from on top of Ace, who had found himself face down to the wooden flooring as a foot pressed down on his head. The unknown intruder jumped when Boris launched a Shadow Ball right at it. There was yelp as the attack struck Rio who had moved in to attack the unknown ‘mon.

“Who the hell are you, punk?!” Brooks thundered, running in with a Thunder Punch at the figure. Ace managed to look up quick enough to see a Quilava wearing a black and gold trimmed hood dodging the attack before jumping on top of the Electabuzz and delivered a swift kick to Rio, who had recovered enough and rushed in with Metal Claw.

The Charmelon was out in an instant, after slamming his head to the wooden beams.

Growling, the Bisharp pulled himself up and went to slash the smaller Fire-type. “The hell with you, cunt!” His claws met with empty air, and his face was met with a searing ball of golden fire. “Gah!”

The Quilava didn’t even pause to look at Ace before he delivered several more Incinerate at the only Haunter in the room, effectively searing the purple colored spirit, and delivered a swift Crush Claw towards Brooks’s chest, mindful not to gouge too deep as his energy claws pierced through fur, skin, and muscle. Blind with pain, the Electabuzz went for a random punch, which the Quilava barely dodged.

“Die you!” Boris screeched, launching another Shadow Ball, which the Quilava avoided by jumping out of the way, which then burst on Brooks, who instantly fainted.

“You’re being way too loud, you know that.” The hooded Fire-type said, launching a firey whip which curled around the Haunter’s gaseous body and slowly burning the Ghost type. Another whip flew just as Ace, who was snarling with rage, attempted to get up, hitting the Bisharp across the face. “Now be silent.” With a successive series of punch, the Steel-type was out cold, while the remaining Haunter screeched again as he was burned, before he too, fell limp against the floorboards.

Ardor let out a sigh as he wiped his forehead. This particular team might proof to be more destructive should he had arrived later. Though, he couldn’t much do more than move two steps towards the unconscious Hunters when there was a thundering footsteps from the stair, and a Sandshrew’s head poking out from the suite’s door.

Sherman surveyed the four unconscious bodies, the lone hooded Quilava, and her two guests who had come out from their suite. Folding her arms, she turned towards the Fire type. “Explain what happened here.”

Ardor gave a dismissive wave as he let out a small incredulous sigh. “It was nothing, really. My friends here got way too carried away with their drinks and decided to explore around for a bit. Stairs and alcohol doesn’t really mix, you know. Knocked themselves out cold after rolling down from the bar.” He said, feigning an air of carelessness, which seemed to convince the Miltank somewhat. Flint was looking at him with narrowed eyes though.

“Ah, right, right. Just carry ‘em downstairs. I don’t want drunk guests sleeping around the floor.” Sherman gave a small huff, before her frown was replaced with a large smile. “Want me to help ya with them?” She indicated the Bisharp and Electivire.

“That would be helpful, thanks.” Ardor nodded with a grin. He hefted the Charmeleon’s arm over his shoulder. “Come on bud, no more drinking for you guys.” He chuckled to himself, turning for a split second to gave a subtle nod at Flint and Solstice, promising an explanation soon, before he headed down the stairs.

Robin will have a field day after this.


“More caravans, huh?” Tor remarked dryly as he looked at the assignment paper Tristan had got them. “I suppose this will be fun.”

“It’s either this or setting up an information booth, which I suspect you won’t like at all.” Came Tristan’s reply as he loosened the strings of his vest and squinted at the harsh sun above them. Man, he should’ve bought that broad brim hat back in Andalusst. “And I’ve given the patrolling task to Logan.” He gestured to the Buizel who was sitting right beside him.

Tor grunted, but he gave a small nod at the explanation. “Make sense I guess. How’s your arm, kid?”

Logan blinked. “Oh, well, it’s much better now. Doesn’t really hurt when I try to move.” He said, smiling a bit. Dr. Leo’s pill and ointment sure is fast acting, which he was grateful for. The Vaporeon told him that with enough rest, his arm should be healed by three to four days.

“Good. Well, we best get going now.” Tristan uttered, looking over the western desert. “That caravan needs all the help they can get. Stay safe, Logan.” He gave the young Buizel a pat on the shoulder before departing with Tor, who gave him a small nod.

Logan watched the two go and couldn’t help but feel quite awed. They seemed so composed and confident... especially Tristan. That Prinplup was really cool alright. Especially during their dungeon exploration. He couldn’t help but think Tristan as a captain of a sail ship, or maybe even the navy of an unknown land, given his precise manner of speech and accent…

Shaking his head from the thoughts, Logan covered a yawn and headed towards the group of Explorers who had been assigned patrol duty. It would be a nice pace after what happened in Basalt Halls.

It soon turned out to be quite boring, however. Perhaps it has something to do with his arm on a sling? Logan quickly found himself sitting by one of the cactus guard posts with a Baltoy who didn’t speak much, watching the arid desert outside the perimeter of Cactus Fields for any sign of attack.

So far, the Buizel had entertained himself by watching the wind shape the sand dunes in the distance, but soon boredom caught up to him and the Water type wished that he had brought something to distract himself with.

“... The Warrior was bright last night.”

Logan blinked. “Wha?”

“The Warrior constellation.” The Baltoy repeated, glancing up to the clear blue sky. “It was bright last night.”

“Okay…” came Logan’s reply, unsure what to make of that comment. “You like stargazing then?”



“Only when the sky is clear.” The Baltoy said again. “Sometimes Andalusst has too many lights.”

“Ah, true.”

“The night sky here is very clear.”

Logan nodded. “Too cold for me though.”

“... Really? So that’s why everyone was huddled near the bonfire last night.”

The Buizel just stared.

Half an hour later and a few yards away, in the middle of a rocky outcrop, Tristan fired a barrage of highly pressurized bubbles at the incoming horde of Gibles who had come charging towards the downed caravan cart. The ball-like dragons yelped and rolled away when the Prinplup’s attack pelted the sand covered rock around them.

Meanwhile, Tor was engaged in a one-on-one fight with a particularly vicious looking Garchomp. Bursts of electricity exploded around their general vicinity, scorching the sand, blasting the surface of the rocky cliffs, interlooped with powerful blows and sharp bites. One particularly powerful Double Kick later, the Garchomp fell to the sand, groaning. The group of Gible and Gabite, who had been hiding behind the cliffs could only watch in shock as the Luxio had basically taken down one of their strongest fighters. Tor simply smirked and fell into another stance. “Alright, who’s next?” He gestured with his outstretched paw.

Needless to say, the dragon-sharks ran away, only to stopped when a pair of Grovyle and Servine rushed in and tied them together. The rest of the Gabite “tribe” were quickly subdued by the Explorers and the Nomads.

“Well, I’d say that’s a job well done.” Tor remarked, massaging his neck. That Garchomp has a rather strong chop.

“Mmm… perhaps.” Tristan hummed, looking back at the caravan they had just saved. “Let’s hope there wasn’t anything damaged.” He said, turning to one of the wagons. It was manned by Marshtomp and a Manetrike, both were clad in a full desert gear. The Marshtomp spotted the two Explorers and grinned widely.

“Thanks for saving us.” The Mud Fish Pokemon said, wiping his brow with the cloth of his flap hat. “We’d be done for if you lot didn’t come, we managed to protect our goods and equipment with minimal damage thanks to you and your group.”

The Manetrike nodded her agreement. “Yes, we owe you guys.”

“Your caravan should have waited for us in the first place.” Came Hathor’s voice. The Marshtomp winced, along with the rest of the caravan ‘mons. Tor noted that the group of 20 ‘mons consisted mostly of Water, Flying, and Electric types.

“Yes, well, our captain told us to head out for Geoda City when she got sick and tired of waiting.” The Manetrike told the Camerupt.

Hathor huffed. “Foolish move. Where is she then?” She asked.

The Manetrike gestured to a lone figure of a Swellow, lying unconscious in the nearby wagon. “She hit her head when flying too close to the cliff when the fight started.”

Tristan sweatdropped. “I see…”

“Well…” Hathor blinked, before she gave the Manetrike a nod. “I see. Now, let’s just get your caravan righted. When you’re ready, the Andalusstian Explorers here will escort you to Cactus Fields to rest for the remainder of the day.”

“Thank you.” The Marshtomp nodded, which Tristan returned.



James Holford was up and running, setting up his beloved chemistry set with various ingredients spread about the table, with various berries he had found and collected in the Cactus Fields. There was a large abundance of Salac and Agave berries, which was fine by him. Now… he would just need to plan and come up with the perfect tequila recipe. Hmm…

“Leo, what do you think?”

The Vaporeon blinked up from the bottle of Thirsty Cacturne’s homemade brew of Salac Tequila. It had the sweetest, but a rather strong smell. “I think I’m gonna like spending time here.” He grinned, sniffing the bottle again before he poured the contents into a small shot glass and downed it, smacking his lips. “Ah, that’s a good one.”

Jim looked sideways at his roommate. “Less drinking, more thinking.” He said with a small hint of exasperation. “Really now, drinking alcohol in the morning.” He mock chided.

“Says the Zigzagoon who likes to practice his violin at three a.m.” Leo shot back.

“Mmm… touche.” Jim shrugged and continued to set up the distillation set, filling up the containers with water. “Well then, doctor. Any ideas?”

“Being a fan of alcoholic drink doesn’t make me an expert in brewing, Jim.” Leo raised an eyebrow as he looked over the ingredients.

Jim simply smiled. “Something tells me that’s not quite true. Just tell me what’s on your mind, doctor. I’m too lazy to guess your inner workings of your mind today.”

Snorting, the Vaporeon picked up an Aguav berry and inspected it. “They say we just have to make a variation of their tequila right?”


Leo nodded. “Right. I think I know what to do.” He looked over the equipments Jim had prepared on the kitchen counter, absentmindedly noting that the other researchers in the room were busy taking ingredients from the storage room. He allowed himself to grin a little. “Looks like we’ve got the right equipment. Okay, we would need a bluk and razz berries for the additional liqueur and syrup, sitrus berries for the juice, and then we need to prepare carbonated water.”

“Carbonated water? Well then, this drink will be interesting.” Jim mused, obviously intrigued. “Well then, let’s get to it doctor.” He said, rolling adjusting the sleeves of his vest.

The two quickly began to work. Leo quickly went to wash the fruits and began to juice the sitrus berries, while Jim began the process of carbonating several liters of water with a rudimentary carbonator device he had constructed using several glass bottles, tubes, baking soda, and whatever he could find from the kitchen. Then, he began the process of distilling the bluk berries for the liqueur, while Leo went to make a syrup out of the remaining bluk berries with the rest of the razz berries. The result was a thick, bright red syrup with a distinctive sweet smell. The last step was to distill the aguav and salac berries into the tequila, which Leo found quite hard to do at first, but with Jim’s guidance, the Vaporeon soon got the hang of it. The distilling process of the two alcoholic beverages took half of the day, with a lot of waiting and controlling the process was quite taxing with a fragile equipment.

In the end, the two Researchers got what they needed, and it seemed to be quite the success.

“I can say your bluk spirit is quite perfect, though our salac tequila doesn’t seem to really match the level of Thirsty Cacturne’s brew… but I’ll shut up now and let you do the work.” He added hastily when Leo sent him a glare that promised pain if he continued commenting. Leo just gave Jim a grunt before he began mixing the ingredients together.

First, the Vaporeon filled the four tall glasses with ice cubes to the brim, and then added their recently brewed salac tequila halfway full. The clear alcoholic drink turned yellowish when he then filled the rest with sitrus juice, which he shook to make sure they were mixed evenly. Then, the bluk liqueur was added, which Leo made sure to be mixed lightly. He then added the syrup, which was poured in carefully and very, very slowly as not to mix the whole drink too much. The end result was a bright yellow drink which gradually turned red to the bottom.

“Interesting… it’s almost as if we’re looking at a sunset or sunrise.” Jim remarked, peering close to the drinks.

“I call it ‘Sunset Salac Tequila’.” Leo said with a grin as he added slices of oran berries to the lip of the glass. “It’s not an original recipe of mine, if you’re wondering. I figured the people here might be interested by something more refreshing.” He added, watching as Jim took a test sip. “What do you think?”

Jim hummed and smacked his lips. “Predominantly sweet with tangy undertones. It’s definitely refreshing. The flavors of bluk, razz, salac, and sitrus berries were mixed quite well.” He said, drinking more as he leaned back on his chair. “I’m sure the patrons will like this, especially during the usually sweltering hot days... Well then, I think let’s serve these to the patrons and see if we can make more for the cookout tomorrow.”

Leo nodded, pouring himself one glass of the drink before he placed the remaining drinks onto the trays. This was the most entertaining task the researchers had given them in ages, he mused as he gulped down the drink.

Sandy Mishaps

Second entry for Cactus Fields task. Now featuring the guild tasks for my teams.

Team Rewards:
-Explorers Stormfront:
    - 1x Merit
    - Gritty Grapple

-Explorers Aecor:
    - 3x Star Coins
    - Needleduster

-Hunters Scorch Recon
    - 1x Merit
    - Swindler's Coin

-Researchers Datum
    - Salac Tequila

Team App Links:
Explorers Guild - Stormfront
Explorers Guild - Aecor
Hunters Guild - Scorch Recon
Researchers Guild - Datum

Personal NPCs:
Caelus "Cael" Prodromus the Honedge
Theoden Arifex the Gabite
Mysterious Lucario

Reuben Hetterich © PMDUnity
Robin © PMDUnity
Flint © PMDUnity
Solstice © PMDUnity
Sherman © PMDUnity
Hathor © PMDUnity

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Ardor had never felt a hint of homesickness or even nostalgia after he departed Ashior three years ago. The Geodan desert had brought up old memories of his homeland, since it closely resembled the Fȳrenian wasteland if not with a lot more sand, and more interesting rock formations on the nearby cliffs. The Quilava hadn’t realized that he had missed the intense heat from the sun or even the feel of hot sand beneath his feet. Though, the solar rays here seemed to be less harsh compared to Fȳren, but it was still considerably strong that Ardor decided to pull up his hood all the way down just to shield his eyes. He wasn’t bothered by the heat, being a ‘mon born in the desert after all, but it was a different story for Derek and Cael.

The Honedge was lying on the caravan wagon Ardor and Derek was guarding, looking quite miserable as he fanned himself with his long green tassel. Derek didn’t look too good himself. The Monferno looked really uncomfortable in the heat, perhaps attributed to his naturally dense fur. The chimp’s black scarf was hanging loosely around his shoulders, and the tip was dragging across the hot sand.

“How much further?” He panted, wiping his sweaty brow with the cloth of his scarf.

“Not for long now, I guess...” Replied the Gogoat who had been tasked to guard the wagon with Ardor’s team. She too, looked really uncomfortable in the heat. “We’ve been walking for miles, Cactus Fields should be nearby.” She reached into his satchel and took a long drag from her canteen. “How are you holding up, Mr. Ra’Ael?”

Ardor hummed. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” He said, giving the goat a smile as he peered through the sandy horizon, eyeing the long line of wagons and ‘mons trailing through the Geodan desert. Explorers, Hunters, and Researchers who had participated in the dungeon exploration had set up camp right outside Basalt Halls exit as they waited for further instructions. Derek and Cael, who had went back to Andalusst to bring the troublemaking, holier-than-thou Whiscash back to the Hunters headquarters, reached the temporary camp just as night came in. It was still disconcerting for Ardor whenever he looked at Derek and saw a strong Monferno with icy blue eyes blinking back at you. He was just getting comfortable with the small, lithe form of a Chimchar with less intense eyes. Dear gods, those eyes were creepy. It was as if he was staring past his defenses and digging through his secrets… almost reminded him of a certain Lucario who had been getting on his nerves lately.

“You know Ardor, I'd say that you really do like Noir if you're going so far as to emulate him. Your brooding is just sad in comparison though.”

Startled, the Quilava whipped around, fist raised with Incinerate at the ready before he realized who it was. He let out an exasperated sigh and shook his head, dispersing the golden flames that had coated his paws. “Fancy for you to join us, Fennec... what's that supposed to mean?” He added with a hint of annoyance.

“Oh, I don’t know.” The otter sing-songed, grinning at Ardor. “I’ve been hearing how you’ve been paying a lot of attention to the Lucario lately.”  

Ardor groaned and rubbed his face with his paw. “No, no, not you too. It’s bad enough with that jackal

That ever annoying smug grin that refused to budge from the Dewott’s face. “Now, now, Ardy, I’m sure you’ll have a fun time.”

Rolling his eyes, the fire type scoffed. “I seriously doubt it with that stuck-up Lucario.”

“Oh, he can be a lot of fun with the right persuasion.” Fennec chuckled, moving closer to Ardor, leaning his head close to the stoat’s ears. “But you’ll have a much more enjoyable time with me.”

Ardor swore he hadn’t blushed this deep in his life. The hooded Quilava managed a weak chuckle as he coughed. “W-well, erm…”

Fennec had slung his arm over his shoulders, playing with the tips of the hood which was fastened to the collar of his vest. “You good tonight? I’ve booked a room in the Thirsty Cacturne of course.”

The damn otter seemed to be enjoying the sight of the blush that was quickly enveloping Ardor’s face. The fire type simply glared at the grinning Dewott and punched his shoulder.

“Ouch. That… didn’t hurt. At all.”

Ardor was this close to sock the Water type's face. “Fennec…”

“Alright, alright.” Raising his arms in a mock surrender, Fennec sauntered away from the caravan wagon, but not before pulling Ardor in for a quick peck. “Later, stud.”

Awkward silence followed when the Dewott was finally gone. 

“You know… your boyfriend is really cute.”

The next second, Cael had found himself buried halfway into the sand dune, blinking in bewilderment. Derek couldn't help but laugh at the spectacle, and went to pull his friend as Ardor let out an annoyed grunt and dusted his paws off as he trudged back to the wagon, with the Gogoat sending him a bemused look.


Logan groaned as he pushed himself up, wincing as his broken arm throb painfully beneath the bandages and sling. Apparently, he had slept right over the injured limb and the pain had woken him up.

“Easy there. Don’t move too much.” came Tristan’s voice.

Blinking, Logan took in his surroundings blearily before he nodded. He was still in the large canvas wagon with a multitude of supplies taken from the dungeons, along with Tristan and Tor. He sighed as he went to lie on the sleeping roll. He squinted his eyes as the harsh sunlight penetrated through the small gaps in the canvas fabric right to his face. A thought suddenly occured to him.

“Er… where’s Theoden?”

Tor jabbed a paw towards the front of the wagon, where a pair of strong Donphans were pulling the wagon accompanied by two ‘mons who acted as guards. Theoden Arifex’s strong and confident form was unmistakable. Logan noticed that the Gabite had taken off his thick cargo vest, revealing the bloodstained bandages underneath the harness which various dungeoneering tools were clipped on. Every movement seemed to be quite painful for the Dragon type, but what boggled Logan is how Theoden was able to laugh and grin at the Sceptile he was partnered with.

He remembered the number of lashes, cuts, and wounds the dragon had received when he was protecting Logan from the trap which the Barboaches had activated. The Buizel’s face darkened at that thought. Bloody useful he was…

Tristan’s nudge pulled the Buizel out of his thoughts. “Don’t feel so bad of yourself.” The penguin replied, looking knowingly at Logan, who just blinked in surprise. “People make mistakes, and besides, it’s your first dungeon.” He said, giving Logan a pat on the shoulder. “Besides, Theo isn’t blaming you or anything.”

“But I—” Logan began, but was cut off by Tor, who let out an impatient grunt.

“Come on, kid. Pull yourself together. It’s not like you messed up big time.”

Logan shifted on his bedroll, not looking convinced. “Those Barboach guards still destroyed that tunnel… Ow!” He jerked when Tor gave him a light smack the back of his head, which kinda hurt.

“It’s their fault. Not yours.” Tor rolled his eyes at Logan. That kid really need a get over his guilt trip. “Feeling sorry for yourself won’t get you nowhere. You failed to secure the room, true, but you did get those construction workers to safety with Theo.” He jerked his thumb to the Gabite in front of the wagon.

“Barely...” The young Buizel muttered as he rested his head on his arms.

“Then you train!” The Luxio snapped, jerking Logan to surprise. “If you feel you’re weak, then train until you break. Challenge yourself, if you’re willing.” He folded his arms, glaring at Logan as if daring him to interrupt. “If you feel you’re weakling and useless, then you’ll become one. A complete and utterly useless weakling. Oh, sure you have some disadvantages and weaknesses, so what? Would you let it block your path just like that? No, you don’t. All you gotta do, is to train yourself, mind and body, until you overcome those weaknesses.”

Tristan rested his flipper on Logan’s shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze. “My friend is right, you know… don’t be too hard on yourself.” He hummed thoughtfully when the Buizel turned his eyes on the Prinplup. “Well, if you want, you can come and train with us.” He offered with a smile. “I’m sure Tor wouldn’t mind, right Tor?”

The feline grunted. “‘Course I won’t.”

“W-what? I mean… you sure?”

“Yes, yes, you deaf or what?” Tor pursed his lips in annoyance before he turned to Tristan. “Both of us can help you, only if you are willing.”

“We’ll let you think about it.” Said Tristan with a small nod. “Don’t worry. For now, let’s just focus on what the guild has in store for us next. You should try to talk to Theoden by the way.” He suggested.

Logan looked away. "I-I'll think about it." He replied.

Tristan gave the Buizel a knowing nod and glanced out of the window flap. “Huh, looks like we are arriving.” 

"Really?" Logan went to look out of the wagon, noticing the looming figure of the largest cactus he had ever seen in the distance. He couldn't help but gape in awe. 


A few wagons away, right by the Researchers’ general area, a series of odd plinking and plunking could be heard, along with random musical hums, which came from a ruffled looking Zigzagoon, who was currently sitting on the floor of the wagon with a violin between his neck and left paw.

“Jim, you can probably stop plinking your violin.” Leo half groaned from his sleeping roll. He had wish he could get some sleep after being guided through the labyrinth known as Basalt Halls. They weren’t kidding when they said Mystery Dungeons liked to shift their layout around. The Vaporeon did not get any such rest however, courtesy of his teammate.

“Shh! Thinking.” Came the flat reply from Jim, who was staring into nothing in particular.

Leo harrumphed and rubbed his face with his paw. “You’ve been doing that for ages.” He said slowly, looking at Jim straight on. “What’s bothering you?”

The young researcher let out a sigh, continued plunking and plinking the strings into an odd sort of tune, before he stopped. Sitting up straight, Jim reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a folded piece of envelope. Leo quickly took it once the racoon slid the yellowing paper across the floor to him.

It was an odd envelope, which was definitely made of parchment. It only had one sentence written on it, addressing it to one ‘Esteemed Antheia Holford’. Raising an eyebrow at his roommate, Leo turned the envelope around and took out the note inside. It was made of paper, but a rather thick one, and it has a faint pink hue to it, Leo realized. It didn’t have anything to point Leo to the sender as it was unsigned, and it wasn’t dated.

“Read it, if you want.” Jim intoned lightly.

Shrugging, the middle aged Vaporeon turned his eyes on the letters written on the note. He had to admit, it was the tidiest cursive writing he had ever seen, and by the looks of it, had been written using a fountain pen. “Huh…” He blinked as he read the letter.

“In three weeks time, by the chime of midnight at the full moon, my client who desires to consult you of a matter of the utmost importance will arrive by your residence. Your recent services to the Ancient and Noble House of Yvor have shown that you are one who may safely be trusted with matters which are of an importance which can hardly be exaggerated or known by the press. Be in your chamber then at that hour, and do not be offended if your visitor insists to wear a mask.”

The first thought that occurred to Leo was Jim had somehow sneaked into his sister’s office, through several levels of security, and snatched the letter from the impeccable Linoone’s richly ornate desk.  “How did you—”

“Antheia relayed it to me.” Came Jim’s prompt reply. “And if you’re thinking I had stole that letter from her, don’t start.” He added quickly, sounding somewhat offended. “Anyway, she’s figured out who will be her visitor in three weeks time, but she felt that she might require me and Spencer’s presence in her little meeting.” He said, plucking the strings again. “You’re welcome to join of course.”

Leo stared. “And… why so?”

“Because this will be an interesting case.” Jim was smiling. His pale blue eyes had an odd glint to it. “Why three weeks? And at the full moon no less. Also, this client insisted to hide his or her identity.”

Leo hummed, trying to form a guess, which he came out blank.

Jim let out a sigh as he glanced out from the wagon’s canvas flaps, surveying the dry and sandy scenery outside. “Don’t try to formulate what it means, Leo. We have little to no data. It’s impossible to try and theorize anything before one has sufficient amount of data. One can’t make bricks without clay…”

“...and you’ll begin to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts.” Leo finished, waving his paw. “Yes, you’ve told me that a thousand times already. The real question is…” he gestured to the letter. “What did you deduce of it?”

“What can you deduce out of it?” Jim sent Leo a smirk.

Rolling his eyes, the doctor took the paper and examined it closely, first by bringing it to the sunlight coming through the canvas flaps, and then the paper itself, frowning as he tried to piece together details and facts.

“The one who wrote this must be a wealthy person.” He began, glancing at Jim. “This kind of parchment isn’t exactly cheap, not to mention the quality of the ink and the apparent fountain pen this ‘mon used…” He then turned to the paper, which he ran through his paw digits. “The paper is peculiarly stiff…”

Jim snapped his paws, surprising Leo a bit. “Peculiar. That’s it.”


“That paper and parchment isn’t from anywhere around Andalusst or its surroundings at all.” Jim began, taking the envelope and note from his roommate and team partner’s paws. “And see here. There’s this watermark…” he held it against the sunlight.

Leo nodded. “Yes, I noticed it too.” He pointed to the watermarked letters ‘So. P. Gt’ stamped with an invisible ink on the lower corner of the note. “That one, I can’t make of.”

Jim chuckled. “Understandable, seeing you’re not from this time frame. It’s German abbreviation. The 'Gt' stands for ‘Gesellschaft,’ which means ‘Company’, and as for the ‘P,’ it stands for ‘Papier.’ Now for the ‘So’... hmm, must be the town where it was produced. Let’s see here…” He pulled out a small, but thick leather bound book which Leo recognized as Jim’s personal list of towns and cities in Parai, and began flapping through the pages. “Ah, here it is. Solendorf. It says here that it’s a ‘German speaking country located on the northwestern Misty Hills, famous for its numerous glass-factories and paper-mills.’” Jim grinned.

“So Antheia’s visitor comes from this Solendorf.” Leo concluded.

“Precisely, or rather, somewhere around it. Her client might be visiting that town when they wrote this letter, but my instincts tells me it’s the former. ” Jim grinned. “He or she is probably a member of the aristocratic families residing there, judging by the precise curves and lines… and it seems that we’ve arrived.”

Turning to look through the window flaps, Leo saw that the previously bare, sandy desert was not dotted with numerous stalks of cacti of various shapes and sizes. Some of them were small and round with multiple protrusions, some were like oversized grass leaves, some were tall and thin like sticks, and there were some which were as tall as a three storied house and easily as big as well. Leo was utterly dumbstruck.

Jim plunked his violin again. “Interesting shapes. I wonder how the locals manage to learn to hollow out those cacti and kept it alive.”

The whole caravan soon stopped, and soon, every Pokemon was out of their wagons and began to heaving supply crates off the carts, setting up camp supplies, or convening with their Guild Leaders. Leo soon found himself staring at the largest cactus in the field, which turns out to be the inn called Thirsty Cacturne.

“That is a big cactus.” The Water type whistled and shook his head as he turned his gaze away from the inn and focused on helping Jim with setting up their tent. He was a bit surprised that the Zigzagoon had a difficulty to set the whole thing upright, despite his vast knowledge on a lot of things. Chuckling to himself, Leo set the supplies he had gotten off the wagon and set to help a frustrated looking Jim.

“Shut up, Leo.” The Zigzagoon grumbled when he finally noticed the smirk on the doctor’s face.

Sandy Issues

My first entry for Cactus Fields, featuring all four of my teams. Originally, I wanted to post this as a two parter, but after looking at how long Part 1 is gonna be, I decided to split it into three (or maybe four) parts. And this has been quite fun to write. Enjoy folks!

Team App Links:
Explorers Guild - Stormfront
Explorers Guild - Aecor
Hunters Guild - Scorch Recon
Researchers Guild - Datum

Personal NPCs:
Caelus "Cael" Prodromus the Honedge
Theoden Arifex the Gabite

Fennec Sharpe © Nox-Nemoris 

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I'm a writer, but I also occasionally draw and sketch things, but I mostly stick to writing.

Anyway, I have joined DeviantArt for 2 years. I've never been active until a few years ago.

I'm still learning to write. I have grammar issues, mostly jumping at tenses occasionally. But I'm slowly correcting the habit. I might go and write a book someday. I have some random, but good ideas jumping around my head. Who knows?

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  1. How long have you been on DeviantArt? Well, 4 years, give or take.

  2. What does your username mean? Mmm... nothing much, really. I was running out of ideas, then I picked a random gem name (Quartz) and tinkered with it. XP

  3. Describe yourself in three words. Quiet, friendly, calm

  4. Are you left or right handed? I'm right handed ^^

  5. What was your first deviation? It was an old concept sketch which, sadly, I have deleted ^^;

  6. What is your favourite type of art to create? Literature. I love writing character biographies for some reason. Fictional of course XD

  7. If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be? That would be digital drawing for sure! Or maybe animation!

  8. What was your first favourite? Apparently, it was a drawing of RMS Queen Mary. 

  9. What type of art do you tend to favourite the most? Digital and traditional art (in this case, usually oil paintings and the like)

  10. Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist? Can't say I have a favourite deviant artist...hmm...

  11. If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be? Oh, so many people! Who to choose...hmm... definitely these guys: Nox-NemorisMytewwritercodaCoffeeSpecs, and UltimateSassMaster~

  12. How has a fellow deviant impacted your life? Nox-Nemoris and Mytew. 'nuff said XP

  13. What are your preferred tools to create art? MS Word and MS Paint. For now.

  14. What is the most inspirational place for you to create art? Mmm.... usually my own room. It's the only place where I can freely think and write. ^^

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