Morningstar

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The NPC dialogue with Remington was less intriguing than Morningstar recalled, but it had been some time since he had taken the quest. It wasn't impossible that he'd misremembered the chain-smoker's charisma. Sewallus, on the other hand, he remembered quite well. They had fought side by side against the Monkey King during their last escapade; he hoped that they would do so once more. As they departed from Remington's location, Ciela pulled his attention. "Yeah, years back. I must have below level twenty at the time. Pretty intense quest if you go alone. I found the monkey in a cave, but I

Why are you leashed to him? Is he your master? Morningstar snickered, about as confused as Nymoria was. Even after the leash was explained, he found it so strange that it was difficult to stifle his laughter. It was a strange bunch of players, he thought. The idea of a dungeon was floated, and Morningstar rolled his eyes at it. "Have we forgotten about the last dungeon we cleared, Wulf? I'll tag along if you need help killing mobs but I'd prefer something with a little less... death," he stated plainly. The crew was funny and they had potential, but in terms of damage output they wer

Morningstar could see it. The sliver of persevering health hung idly by a fraying string. A digit from shifting hues, it mocked them. They stumbled about, calculating and timing their attacks, maximizing sword arts and skills, and tearing down the numbers bit by bit until all they needed was one more attack. And Morningstar could see it so clearly. The flames that bit at hit his aching skin vanished, although the singe marks on his coat never would. Engulfed by a silver aura, he was freed from their grip; Zandra had taken it on for the both of them. His steps were slow at first.

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Morningstar ducked, as ordered, falling into place below Nari's charging form. She clipped all three skyrat raiders with her spear, their wounds deep in its wake. Her damage was light, being a tank, and so Morningstar made up for it with his following strikes. Two raiders hit the floor, dead. Their bodies disintegrated, leaving one fearful pirate, his chanty far lonelier than it had been before. Anticipating reckless retaliation, Morningstar hid behind the iron wall that was Nari-Lanreth and bided his time. The pirate would make a mistake sooner or later, and they would end him for it.

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Events were moving quickly. One second, Morningstar was on his way to a bakery and the next, he was skewering a giant fish named Bertha. Now, the fish was dead and the quest technically complete, aside from the final task of handing it in for their rewards. It was an odd and sudden group he had stumbled his way into, but not an unappealing one. Nymoria was uncanny. The way her voice (if that's what it was) snuck into his head was almost creepy. The system had a way of weirding Morningstar out. He imagined it was nice for the girl to communicate easily, though. "Lead the way," he said

They switched places, with Morningstar now following Nari through the hull of the ship. More pirates, three this time, appeared in their path. One of them had a peg leg, which Morningstar thought was too on-brand for him. Another grinned at them with a mess of deteriorating teeth. The blonde shuddered at the sight. It was an awkward space to fight, especially with the sheer number of people involved. The ship was not made for three versus two combat, and they were about to find that out the hard way. Morningstar dashed forwards, clipping the pirate closest to them on the wooden stump of a

Awoken by a tropical bird, Morningstar found himself face-to-face with a direct message from Wulfrin. His presence had been requested on floor eight, specifically at the Great Tree. He yawned, still beneath his light bed sheets, and closed his eyes for a minute longer. The Monkey King was an old foe of his. He hadn't thought about the beast in years, and yet here it was, back again. He recalled being a lower level than Wulfrin currently was when he attempted the quest; they'd probably be fine without him. He groaned, rolling over. On the off chance they wouldn't be, he returned a mes

Ciela was no natural at fishing. Big Bertha fully ignored her attempts at bait, and so she passed it on the the girl Wulfrin had introduced as Nymoria. A good effort was made, but even she wasn't able to catch the fish. She looked disappointed, or maybe it was just general melancholy. Star couldn't tell, but he smiled reassuringly. "No big deal," he said to the group, watching as the red-coated swordsman took the pole. Who better to catch the fish than the resident fisherman? He pulled and Big Bertha followed the line out of the water and into the air. Morningstar reacted first; years of

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Somewhere down the line, the conversation had changed subjects once more. "Have you been to the Endless Caverns?" "On Ten? Can't say that I have. What's there?" "Not a ton," Willow said. "Shadow monsters and drakes, mostly. But it's really pretty. There's one area with like, glowing blue trees." "Glowing blue trees?" "Yeah... I don't know how to better explain them," she laughed. Morningstar tried to recall a similar place but failed miserably. The tenth floor remained totally mysterious to him; he never really went near it. It was dark, gloomy, and quite dangerous if

A soft hand touched his shoulder. "I'm sorry," Willow told him. He nodded. "Simon was just a kid. Fifteen, or something. He deserved better. Anyway, the heat's only fifty percent of the reason why I don't come here. This place tends to ruin my mood." "Let's go," she smiled. "The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can leave." "Yeah." *** Conversation took a more cheerful note for the next stretch of their travels. Willow told him the story of her great-aunt's sixtieth birthday party. Horrendous laughter escaped from both of their lips; breathing and talking were equ

Morningstar continued. "We left from Fortaleza, I think, on the fifth floor. We did a quest called the Traveler—have you heard of it? Yeah, that one. We spent a day or so in the desert just walking and it was a terrible time. Anyway, we ran into some desert bandits out there but they didn't give us any trouble and let us pass through. We found some ruins nearby and intended on resting for a while before nightfall, but the bandits had tracked us there." He fiddled with a cool, solidified lava rock. Willow was listening intently. She realized where he was going with his story. She had alrea