Morningstar

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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 Morningstar had withdrawn from Belregor's proximity.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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Wind lashed at his face. His hair whipped into his eyes, forcing him to squint. His breath caught, stolen by the raging storm. Morningstar unequipped his coat, bothered by the constant flaring and tugging of the fabric. Flourishing his blade, he dove in towards Belregor. The dark knight towered above him, a giant amongst regular sized people and Oscar. He was really tall. Morningstar didn't like how tall he was. Tall people made him uncomfortable. Beneath his visor, Belregor's red gaze burned. His armor, dark and jagged shifted with every move. Morningstar didn't like his armor eithe