Morningstar

"You do have a plan right Star?" His expression was neutral but his eyes aflame. "Win," he replied with a thumbs up. The trio followed him past the gates of Florenthia and back into the wild Forest of the Great Tree. The Monkey King's lethality came from its surprising nature. Locals of Florenthia often said that finding the beast was impossible; but, spend some time in the forest and it would eventually find you. Darkness did not hinder the king, nor did physical obstacles like trees or hills. It was a behemoth built from pure rage, unstoppable if not kept in check. "I don't ha

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Nari's call came from behind him. He turned to rejoin his party, slashing through the remaining Blightbound Monstrosity on the way back. Without the opportunity for a break, two more spawned from its disintegrating body. They writhed as they formed, building into the not-quite-humanoid beings that threatened the fearful NPCs of the floor. Their bodies were crimson, like flesh but with skeletal physiques. Black draped over their bodies, cloaking their horrific appearances. They radiated evil, more so than any of the four horsemen had. And yet the party cut them down like they were nothing

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