Morningstar

"What took you so long?" Morningstar raised his ruined sheath, shaking his head. "I got robbed. Look what they did to this perfectly good piece of leather! Cut the strap right off of it! This is why we can't have nice things." Fitting the sword between his arm and torso, he scoured his inventory for a quick snack. His fruit stock had been freshly replenished, specifically with dozens of perfect apples. The crunchy to juicy ratio was sublime, he thought, and so he summoned two and offered one to Nari. "Captain Star," he laughed, "I like that. This way, soldier!" He took the lead,

Eriwald. Morningstar had never been to the swampy settlement. It was small, as he had heard, and there wasn't much to say about it. A few shops could be found within its borders, but what they sold was mostly junk. The local tavern, Mucksucker's, was the village's primary point of interest. While the streets and neighboring buildings were quiet, Mucksucker's was often not. At night, the crowd of both players and NPCs was wild and rowdy, as if the gathering in a place where people would normally be intoxicated caused a sort of placebo effect to occur. Morningstar tried to stay away from su

He attacked from the left, before the horseman could break free from its paralysis. With his blade enveloped in a red glow, he struck Death one final time. Steel cut through steel. Death's scythe fell to the dry grass with a thud, and upon Doom's back he crumbled to black dust, mixing with the breeze, defeated. The other fights waged on. Freyd fought War. Nari fought Famine. Katoka fought Pestilence. The riderless horse approached Morningstar, sniffing at him while he watched his comrades battle away. It startled him. Pieces of skeleton were visible where flesh was missing. Green mist pou

Twisting and snaking around his opponents, he took them out one by one. Each of the elementals died in fiery bursts, vanishing into thin air. "Drops are good today," Morningstar said, chuckling. "Must be the gods." "Is that what we're calling the system now?" Willow wrapped her arm around his and together, they wandered deeper into the flatlands. *** Sweltering, they took a break upon a flat crag in the middle of nowhere. Teleport crystals would be their way home, it seemed, as neither of them was very inclined to walk back to Yōgan Village. Star tossed Willow a flask, filled to

In a flash of golden light, Morningstar stunned a squadron of four lava elementals that had grouped up around him. He snuck out from under them, looking around for Willow, who he had lost sight of in the heat (no pun intended) of battle. She had taken a seat upon a slab of long-since hardened magma, where she waited patiently for Morningstar to finish up with his mobs. He rolled his eyes, to which she chuckled. "Gotta be quicker than that," she teased. "You just keep an eye out for your hellcat and I'll take my time with these guys," Morningstar turned back to his fiery opponents. La

As he put the vial away, he heard a raspy sound behind him. Willow yelled for him to watch out. Another elemental had spawned behind him. He spun, dashing out of the lava creature's way, only reengaging once he knew he was in the clear. He cut through it like butter, it's flames fanning outwards as it exploded into nothingness, returning to Cardinal. He read over the loot summary. "Oh, look," he laughed, "it dropped a shard." "What?! Really?! Lucky us!" "Let's finish off these last few, maybe we'll get some more," Morningstar swished the summary away, his sword pointed at the crew of

Phasing through the flames like they were nothing, Morningstar cut down a Lava Elemental. Behind him, Willow clashed with a Magma Golem, it's tough exterior proving to be more of a challenge than Morningstar's adversary. More began to spawn in the distance, rock and lava forming their physical bodies. Slowly, they moved towards the duo. The flatlands were as he remembered: hot and deadly. Monsters had been on their trail ever since they left the village and there was no end in sight. Flames spat out from geysers in the ground, forcing them to watch their step and position far more awkward

Morningstar stood at the city's edge, waiting for Willow. She had stopped in at an alchemist that neighbored the traveling gypsy's tent, hoping to replenish her stock of crystals and potions. Leaning against the gate, inches from the invisible line that marked the safe zone, he glared out at the volcanic wasteland. Images burned in his mind of a time not yet forgotten. The hot sand pressing against his face, his stunned body forced to watch as Grace reached out to him, begging for help. Her body turning to crystal blue dust and mixing with the sandstorm. And then, months later, he stood over t

The story was long-winded and mostly irrelevant NPC dialogue; nonetheless, Morningstar enjoyed it quite a bit. The gypsy questioned them, prodding for info regarding what kinds of beasts they were looking to tame and why they were interested in a familiar at all. "I guess I'm not picky. I had a pet growing up and I think I just miss having one around," was Morningstar's answer. "I'd like a cat. I've heard they have hellcats somewhere in the Volcanic Flatlands. I'm the opposite of him. I never had pets as a kid but I've always wanted one," was Willow's. Satisfied, the woman hande

Sweat dripped off Morningstar's brow, stinging his eye. Willow coughed behind him, exiting the teleportation pad. Yōgan Village, home to the ninth floor's only means of teleportation, was scalding as always. Star made eye contact with a few members of the local mining guild, smiling as he passed. The people were pleasant enough, although his memories of the floor were quite the opposite. Willow caught up, intertwining her arm with his. "You okay?" she asked. "Yeah. It's just been a while," Morningstar assured. "Okay. Do you know where the monster tamer is?" "She's got a setup ne

Morningstar watched the perspective clash as if it were a movie, neglecting to join either side of the argument. He raised an eyebrow as Freyd peered at his bare wrist and stifled his oncoming laughter. Another voice, one he did not recognize, entered the conversation. The stranger was opinionated and full of assumptions about both the party and the frontliners. He used Freyd as a scapegoat to back his argument that frontliners were selfish, that they only cared about themselves and not the well-being of the masses. Morningstar could not empathize with Alvion's philosophies because t

"I met Raidou once. Interesting character. Good taste in apples," Morningstar said, yawning. A mosquito hummed in his ear, hovering for a while before landing on his neck. Before it could sink its proboscis into his skin, he smacked it hard. Vigilon uttered some cryptic words to Freyd that flew completely over Morningstar's head. He ignored it, shut his eyes and enjoyed the sunshine. If he needed to know, he'd find out. He chuckled at Vigilon's comment about guilds. "I'll let you know if I find a sticky situation and stupid shit guild. Sounds like we'd fit in perfectly there." K

junk sale revenue[42,050]-appraisal cost[30,400]=11,650 col profit

2.28.2024 mystic essence appraisals junk sale junk sale revenue[42,050]-appraisal cost[30,400]=11,650 col profit

Purchasing the following: x1 tent x1 golden key x1 t4 immolation potion x3 spyglass cost: 3,400 col

He had bought accuracy, evasion, protein, loot die, and prosperity buffs... was that everything? It felt as though he'd missed something obvious but he couldn't put his finger on what it could have been. He stopped, facepalming, and rushed back up the mountain. Vitality. It was always vitality. Morningstar crept back into the empty campsite, waking Demian once again. "Forgot something," he said, picking up a bunch more items. It felt good to be charitable. He handed over the last of his materials as payment and wandered off into the darkness mumbling something about trolls and rhinos and

Nari turned away, Siondhe in hand. Before she could leave his shop, Morningstar shot a proposal. A quickly scribbled note on the counter next to him had all of the information relating to a new quest that his broker had discovered. He'd already blocked off space in his calendar to meet with Dockmaster Ryland at the Ladonian Skyport in three days time. "You in?" He asked Nari, who'd promptly accepted. *** Three days later, he traveled to Ladonia. Bleeding Giant was sheathed and slung over his shoulder. His red coat looked more and more battered with each passing day. It damaged

The crow atop the horseman's scythe cawed, as if acknowledging Morningstar's challenge, and flew away. Death loomed over the swordsman, staring hideously. The duel began in an instant. Both parties acted quickly; Death swept low with his scythe and Morningstar leaped backwards, creating space between them. He led his opponent away from the group, determined to end the fight on his own. Running was of little use. There was no hope of out speeding Death while it remained upon its steed. Morningstar spun, blocking another swing of the scythe with the edge of his sword. The scythe's blade wra

Thread Closing: Morningstar receives: 2,261 EXP (Word Count [5603/10*5*0.7] + Quest [300]) 539 col (1 page [200] + 15% P5 Reward [339]) Access to <<Martial Arts>> Skill Access to <<TECH-F>> collected sword art Wulfrin receives: 692 EXP (Word Count [5603/10*1*0.7] + Quest [300]) 200 col (1 page [200]) Access to <<Martial Arts>> Skill Access to <<TECH-F>> collected sword art

a few ids: Name: Protein Pancakes Your Profession: Appraiser Your Rank: Rank 5 Roll ID: 219693 Roll Result: 18 (no unique) Item Type: Meal Tier: T1 Quality: Rare Enhancements: Protein II Description: They're a little dry but they do the trick. Link: URL Acquisition ID: 219428a Name: Phoenix Down Your Profession: Appraiser Your Rank: Rank 5 Roll ID: 219694, 219695 Roll Result: 5, 2 (unique found! BD: 10 CD: 10) Item Type: Light Armor Tier: T1 Quality: Rare Enhancements: Fireproof, Regen Description: A set of simple leather armor that has woven patterns of flame

Morningstar sat at his work station with a cup of green tea, preparing for the day as he often did. His music was turned low, mixing with the waking sounds of nature. The chime of a bell rang through the shop. He had a visitor. "Oh, morning! What brings you in?" Morningstar called. He handed over a load of goods and some col, requesting appraisals for each of them. "Might as well stick around. I'd be more worried about bears than PKers in this area. I just made tea if you want a cup. I won't be long, but make yourself at home." He took the loot to his workshop and came back with a tr

"No, those are fair points. I think I just want magic that lets me fly," he admitted, shrugging back his shoulder as he cocked another punch. Rock crumbled to the ground as the boulder began to split. One more punch would do the trick. "Ranged weapons would be quite fun, I think. I've never shot a bow before. It might be a little bit scary getting stuck in a dungeon with four skeleton archers, but that's what teleport crystals are for," he chuckled. "The game's not totally missing ranged mobs, though. Some dragons still breathe fire, and something threw a big rock at me the other day. My

With that, the elemental was destroyed and the world saved. Aside from the burning land around them. Also, Morningstar wasn't convinced that the world was in any real danger at all. "We should probably leave this to the next tier players in the area and move on to the raid. People will be waiting." Before Morningstar could concur, Freyd was berated for his disinterest in Cinnabar's plot. He bit his tongue to avoid being flayed. Frankly, he had no idea what was going on, nor the relevance of the sudden appearance of the elemental. With a sigh, he considered Vigilon's question. "

It didn't take Ren long to finish his work. Morningstar, continuing his examination of the smith's wares, spun around upon hearing his voice. "That was quick," he chimed, lifting the two packages from the counter and going on his way. "Thanks! I'm sure I'll be back." He raced back to his shop, eager to try out his newly improved blade and to hand over the scythe that Nari had been searching for. He stepped through the teleportation arch and, on the other side, materialized on floor eight. About an hour later, he sat the packaged weapons on his workbench and crafted a message to his friend

Morningstar, gentle with his weapons, made a display across Rencesvals' table. He laid out two straight swords and two polearms, each with some sort of frost enhancement. He had also brought the required scales and shards for the task at hand. "Two fusions, please," Morningstar said to the black smith. "Bleeding Giant's for me, Siondhe's for a customer. Just need the enhancements switched around. Oh, and I'll turn Giant into a demonic, while we're at it." He placed two gleaming scales and one demonic shard on the counter. "No rush on this—I'm staying in town for a little while anyway