Morningstar

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

# familiar tame

# familiar tame

# familiar tame