Morningstar

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a sequel They expected Morningstar would come. The precautions Uso-Tsuki had put in place to stop him were, in truth, only meant to slow him down. The inner council--the very best of Uso-Tsuki's assassins--were mere pawns that drove his goal to fruition. It was a suicide mission for all but himself. He traded the lives of his followers for that of his old friend and leader, and when all was said and done, he would take his rightful place on the chieftain's throne. Marsonia was nearly his. The Chief's quarters were just down the hall. There were no guards stationed outside,

He shook his head. "I figure it's because I've already done the quest. There's not much translating required if you can piece it back together." "Or maybe I did try learning Spanish and I just can't remember." Pollux's eventual translation led to their completion of the quest. "You keep the tablet. I think I still have one from ages ago," he said, not bothering to stifle through his messy inventory to confirm. It seemed to him like the type of item worth keeping (because eventually he'd do the questline! eventually!). In keeping with his promise, Morningstar would pay for lunch.

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thread summary Morningstar: 9757 EXP | (4536/5)*8 + 2500 [Quest] 6863 col | 400 + 5000 [Quest] + 1463 [P15] Typhoonflame: 1814 EXP | (4536/5)*2

The lancer shifted his stance defensively. In a panic, he retreated from Morningstar, desperate without his wall. Morningstar scoffed, flourishing his blade in a quick, elegant fashion. He charged, impaling the knight through his back. When he shattered, a prompt appeared, indicating quest completion. He clicked it away and stood alone amidst the pixelated remains of the knight, on their way back to wherever they came from. He didn't stop to look over his rewards. Instead, he stepped back on the road to Charko, where Typhoonflame was likely still waiting. The walk back was quiet. His

He knelt down, helping Typhoonflame up. From his inventory came a sparkling blue crystal. "Take this. Activate it and it'll take you back to town. I'll finish up here and meet back with you when I'm done. I'd feel more comfortable now if you were in a safezone." He expected her to argue, but she didn't. He thanked whatever god was out there and moved back into the fray, allowing her to vanish behind him. Maybe her fractured health bar scared her. Maybe she simply had the sense to run when things looked grim. It didn't matter. Whatever the case, she was safe. Morningstar stretched his

note: typhoonflame has left site so i will be continuing alone. Typhoonflame met his challenge head on, but her inexperience would cost her. She moved to strike the lancer but mispositioned her strike, lodging her weapon into a tough spot of his thick armor. She jiggled it but could not get it loose in time. The stun wore off and the lancer gloved hands around the blade, keeping her from retrieving it. She had no choice but to let go; however, she stayed put, struggling to free it from his monstrous grip. This gave the shielder the perfect opportunity to jump in and protect his partn

NIGHT dragged him by the collar when he went the wrong way; he yelped, choked out by the blind girl. “random question, have you used it to look for ghosts at night before?" "Oh don't even get me started. I've seen one in Snowfrost, and in Senimoh, and in the Tablelands, and in..." "i heard there was this one place on the twenty-seventh…” "Really? That sounds familiar." Dying flames sputtered inside hanging lamps left unattended on the ground. Star shut off his night vision, examining the weary faces of the Dagan villagers. "Worth a shot," he replied. Without the mass h

Freyd urged the party to push the kings towards the flame--so Morningstar did just that. He bullied the healthier slime king into backing up, forcing it to kite away from him and trap itself between the bite of Star's blade and the burning embers caused by (whatever caused them). As the flames latched onto the king's gelatinous body, Morningstar advanced. They destroyed the creature on two fronts: wild flames climbed its back, searing its green flesh into smoky black ooze, and Morningstar's sword caught in its thick organless gut. The damage ticked together, and it's health bar crumbled i

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Knocked aside by the swipe of the king's spear, Morningstar groaned. He clutched his ribs, picking himself up. To Mina, he nodded. "Just doing my job," he said, curling his fist into a thumbs up. In actuality, it hurt a bit. He wasn't fond of being hit--who was? (tanks probably). That's why he valued speed so much. Be quick and don't get hit, right? Too bad the Forgotten Time King was his equal. He pulled up beside his teammates with a hobble. Then, he attacked. It was a quick swipe of his blade, directed for the king's midsection. He lashed at the undead giant, driving his

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summary. | col: 129,280 (id) - 53,500 (junk) = 75,780 | 03/02/2025 | total: -38,560 | [link] | 03/03/2025 | total: -37,220 | [link] rolls. items.

Aha! A sale! Morningstar cannot help himself. -- Purchasing the following: Potion of Vicious Dragoon-Fang | DMG 3 (T1) 221225 Salve of the Poisonous Dragon | TX VEN (T4) 221997 Potion of Armoured Dragon-Scale | MIT 3 (T4) 222569 Crystal of the Blood Dragon Horde | HP REC 1 (T1) 223198 | 223199 | 223796 | 223797 | 223798 | 223799 | 223780 | 223788

"KP's a real maybe. It's a spooky place. I wouldn't be shocked to find out the sword was there." "Can we axe the labyrinth too?" Bee asked. "How come?" "I think it's been cleared." Beneath furrowed brows, Morningstar studied her face. “Oscar was heading there, last I checked. You think clearing it caused the quest to begin?” Bee only nodded. It was no more than a guess, and hardly educated at that. But she was confident. Morningstar trusted her gut. If the labyrinth was cleared, he figured that the sword would be elsewhere. Why steal from the labyrinth only to stay the

An uproar in Ilridge followed the introduction of Fatal Error. Everybody wanted to be the one to find the so-called Sword of Kings and the general consensus was that it would be hidden somewhere on Floor 29. Thankfully, the wave of players skewed higher in levels; the safe zone dwellers had learned their lesson the first time and (for the most part) did not want a repeat of day one. Morningstar and Bee could hear them from the base. The TA outpost was located in Ilridge, near the center. The guild collectively decided that it was best not to position themselves too close to the teleporter

He took Bee down the hall, away from the creature. A health crystal and a snack was the best treatment Morningstar could come up with. She was tough. She had been inches towards death, but she was okay. The paralysis wore off quicker than either of them expected. It killed Morningstar that he had been stupid enough to let her anywhere near the Shambler, knowing full well what her level was. He left her to herself, but stayed near by in case she needed him. It wasn’t a safezone, but mobs usually steered clear of the outpost, choosing their lives over succumbing to Morningstar’s blade. He r

Morningstar weaved past Baldur, sneaking in a few swift punches. The Spectral Knight reeled, unable to balance itself due to the reapplied stun. It toppled over, the heft of its armor crashing to the ground. It lay there, as still as a statue, unable to react to their onslaught of attacks. All the while, he kept an eye on his party members. They were strong, and he knew that, but Acanthus was off. She always was, a little--ever since their spat at the bandit camp. She wouldn't meet his eyes, positioning herself as far away from him as possible. When she did speak (and she never directly s

"If it's any consolation, the NPC's should respawn if we are able to reverse it." Morningstar considered the sentiment. It wasn't impossible. One of the benefits of NPCs was the ability to respawn--something that players could only dream of. Respawning was required of quest NPCs in particular, since they needed to be reused on a frequent basis. The lighthouse keeper, a key player in the quest, likely fell under the category of a Quest NPC. Even if the others didn't respawn, he thought it probable that the lighthouse keeper would. "Worth a shot." Outside, the storm raged on. Thei

thread summary Morningstar 5128 EXP | (8601/10)*8*0.6=4128 + 1000 [Quest] 15883 col + 769 [Laurel Wreath] <<Brawler>> Acanthus 4612 EXP | (8601/10)*7*0.6=3612 + 1000 [Quest] 15883 col + 691 [Laurel Wreath] <<Brawler>> Teion 3580 EXP | (8601/10)*5*0.6=2580 + 1000 [Quest] 15883 col + 537 [Laurel Wreath] <<Brawler>>

A trade menu materialized before Morningstar offering a single debuff song. He spammed buttons as quickly as he could while the boss' aggro was elsewhere. When the item was secured in his inventory, he advanced. Morningstar's sword ignited, glowing boldly in the dark of the sewers. He charged in after Wulfrin's attack, singling out the healthiest duplication of the Slime King and driving his weapon through its gelatinous body. Flames sprouted from the wound, slowly climbing until the creature was engulfed. He retreated to safety and played the song. The melody was somber, but b

Morningstar took the parchment, clueless of the cage in the corner of the room. He took a moment to read the last words of the lighthouse keeper. He dropped into the closest chair, sinking as he stared at the bug-eyed creature--no, the lighthouse keeper. The town's were empty now, void of NPCs, but their traces remained. Lanterns flickered in abandoned homes. Food and drink still sat in untouched pantries. Books, toys, tools--all scattered and forgotten. He buried his head in his hands. How many of you have I killed? Every creature he'd fought--every human he'd slaughtered.