Morningstar

The home of Morningstar and Willow was hardly ideal for Halloween (or any holiday, for that matter). It was difficult to make a beachfront property look anything other than a Summer vacation home, but they did nothing if not try. Sunset on the 24th was far later than on other floors, and so the orange lights strung up along the awning wouldn't turn on until half past eleven, when it was dark enough for them to stand out. Pumpkins, which Morningstar had carved with precise detail, were scattered in the sand. A variety of popular quest, field, and floor bosses had their faces cut out of the

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# -- POST ACTION -> AOE-I vs Sand's Claw (-27 EN) FREE ACTION -> Lady Luck (-5 EN)

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Turned on his side, Morningstar spat out the excess seawater. In the background, Calcifer yammered on about trying to save him. His jaw tightened at the sound of her voice. Without bothering to find out who the owner was, Morningstar borrowed a nearby towel and rubbed it hard across his face, more to shut her out than to dry off. ”Will you be alright?” "Yes..." he muttered, curtly. If you wait here, I can go find assistance right away.” "No..." The word came out harsher than intended. ”Oh! I may even have a potion, if you can stomach drinking something.” He groane

Morningstar shrugged. "You're probably right. I don't know many people who fish for the loot, considering places like this exist. I could spare a shard or two." He sent a massive amount of col to Mari and accepted Orgoth's Legacy appreciatively. If only he was a spear-wielder, he could have tested it out on the local dragons. Instead, it dematerialized into his inventory for safe keeping. "It's totally luck based. I don't know why I'm getting so many," Morningstar admitted when confronted about shards and scales. He swept through one last group of snapdragons before his energy d

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Oh, wait. It's next time now. Morningstar had withdrawn from Belregor's proximity. There was something about being within everyone else's strike range while waiting for his own sword arts to go off cooldown. It was for the best, moving away than to stay close to the giant, because Belregor started to sift through the waves of fighters, striking precise targets before taking wing. That was really bad. It was harder for everyone to hit Belregor while in the air, even if he was big enough not to miss. Arabelle ran past him. He watched her bound through air. How did she do that? Mor

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