Morningstar

It was illogical to assume that they were facing the same knight he had encountered before. They all looked identical, with nothing to indicate that one was different than the other. Their ability to print themselves onto nearby non-players only made it worse. He couldn't tell what he was fighting--whether it was the original or a copy. A tentacle shot out from the darkness, coiling around Morningstar's leg and squeezing tight. His gaze met the Shambler's dull, insectoid eyes. Wounds covered its gangly body, but its health bar remained barely intact, held together by sheer luck. It fought

He followed Wulfrin to the living room, looking over his shoulder at the final puzzle. The vile nonogram taunted him, as if daring him to solve it. Morningstar stared back, trapped between giving it a go and resorting to trial and error on the combination lock. Giving in, he sat down and began to scribble in boxes with the pencil he had stolen from the previous room. It took ages, but eventually, Morningstar cracked the nonogram. He nudged Wulfrin, who was still looking for clues, to follow him to the base of the tower. He knelt down, hands scrambling the lock at the bottom of the st

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So Morningstar did, and what it spat out was nonsensical at a glance. He scribbled it down in the same notebook as the puzzle, reading it over in his head a few times before sharing with Wulfrin. rainbowssinsworldwondersheaven. rainbowssinsworldwondersheaven. rainbowssinsworldwondersheaven. rainbowssinsworldwondersheaven. He picked apart the words. "Rainbows sins world wonders heaven?" Staring blankly at Wulfrin, he pondered the words. Then, after some time, a lightbulb went off in his head. "Oh, shit!" He underlined words as he rattled off his realization. "The number of c

Smix was a stretch, but it was better than nothing. While Wulfrin grasped at straws, Morningstar further explored the bedroom. Another book—this time a novel—sat on the nightstand. The title read, "Love Among the Lichens by Scarlett Burbadge." The book was unfamiliar to him, so he wondered if the author was real or fictitious, created quest immersion. He opened it and skimmed the first few pages. It was a romance novel, he gathered. It wasn't his genre. The desk opposite to him had far more interesting items on display. He sat down and pulled the lamp cord. It illuminated the room well en

Morningstar had know idea what the last bit of the riddle was referring to, but Wulfrin's theories for the previous two parts had weight. He knelt down to look at the combination lock. Four numbers were required to open it. With a curled fist, he knocked on the door. "Hello? Any lighthouse keepers home?" He waited a second. And then another. Nobody replied. They returned from the tower with more questions than answers. The next room they found was clearly a bedroom—presumably, it was the lighthouse keeper's. The bed was made neatly with no indication that anyone had slept in it

"Let's call it five," Morningstar corrected, joining from the rear. He was elbow deep in an inky black mess. He wasn't even sure what kind of creature it was anymore. Tentacles constricted around his arm, tightening the more he struggled. Somehow, despite being impaled by a spear-like jab, it lived on. His free hand burned golden and he sliced his way out of the monster's grip. He was disheveled; his normally pristine jacket was in tatters and it looked as though he'd been playing in the dirt. Nevertheless, his smile remained. The ruination of his Ilridge outpost left him frustrated

"Well, okay then," he shrugged, moving on from the kitchen despite Wulfrin's warning to not split up. "Dromedary it is." He found himself drawn to a dark room at the far end of the dwelling. It led to the tower, he found. A staircase spiraled up the lighthouse, clearly stopping at the top, where the light was. One step at a time, he ascended. The gate at the top was already open. He assumed the lighthouse keeper had forgotten to lock it and climbed the ladder, pulling himself into the lantern room. The first thing he noticed was the writing on the ceiling. What can be found in t

He scavenged the opposite end of the kitchen, hunting down any clues that might hint towards the location of the lighthouse keeper. He dug through cupboards, pocketing a bundle of herbs before Wulfrin called back to him. When his guildmate mentioned a shopping list, Morningstar joined him. "Unicorn," he said, pointing at the third scramble on the list. The camel struck him as odd. The other two words, bound by mythology, did not have drawings attached to them. So why a camel? There wasn't an obvious link between them. Camels were very real creatures, unlike the other two. N

The foghorn sounded loudly as they approached, drawing the ship in. The rocky waves made it difficult for them to dock, but thankfully, the boat wasn't their own. Morningstar settled for a rough landing, aiming the boat straight for the craggy shore. They collided with a smash, slowing with the breaking of their wooden sloop. Once they were nestled tightly in the rocks, they abandoned ship. The lighthouse stood tall, casting a glow from up above. They hurried inside the small stone shelter attached to it, desperate to escape the ceaseless storm. As they entered, a new quest was added to t

WARNING: Spoilers for <<To Shine a Light>> you may want to write the quest first. it's fun. do it. Morningstar | Lv.77 | HP: 860/860 | EN: 122/122 Morningstar, deep in his work, had completely missed Wulfrin’s party leaving the outpost. He scribbled and scrawled vague notes in undecipherable shorthand. In a cage across the room was a Shambler. It lay so still, one might have thought it dead. Graycott Point was still fresh in his memory. If he listened hard enough, he thought he could hear the toll of the foghorn through the ruckus outside. When he looked at his cap

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The ship listed to one side, pushed around by brutal waves. Salt foam bubbled on deck, dissolving until again it was replaced by the dark sea. Morningstar gripped the wheel tight, his face drenched by lashing rain. Above, the storm thundered, the boundless wrath of Neptune bellowing through the air. Booming winds crashed against the sails, threatening to rip them to shreds. In the distance, Morningstar thought he could hear a horn. With one hand, he created a visor over his eyes, and once the waves dropped low, he scanned the horizon. "Look!" he shouted through the storm. Light broke

According to his newfound notes, Morningstar was headed for the Mausoleum next. He was cautious when moving between rooms. The silence of the library was eerie; he never really felt alone, despite not seeing anyone else around. The books in this room were unreadable, bound in thick chains that Morningstar could not break through. He hadn't opened a single book in the previous room, but now that they were locked up, he found himself curious. What secrets did the library want to keep from nosy parties like himself? At the back of the room, a sarcophagus lay where a bookshelf mig

He entered to a room that looked unfitting for a library. The roof was high, domed, and starry. Lanterns flickered above, replicating constellations that Morningstar could not name. In the center was an orrery. He moved closer to get a better look. The solar system was propped up in what he could only assume was an accurate representation (he knew nothing about space, really). The sun in the middle was a golden orb, about the size of a golf ball. The planets were still, but cranking the orrery caused them to rotate around the sun. The planets on the far end of the solar system moved slower tha

Winding halls made the cathedral a labyrinth. It took two hours for Morningstar and Florick to find a suitable library. Florick only stayed because he was unfit to take the path home alone, and he figured Morningstar would need help on the return trip as well. Of course, that wasn't the case. Morningstar didn't need a guide at all. He had a map, and he had teleport crystals. It wouldn't take much for him to get back to Angel's Point. Morningstar explored the library, looking for something that resembled a door. All the while, he tried not to interact with the NPC unless absolutely ne

Morningstar formed the Trackers Alliance so that rumors and information could be gathered, maintained, and stored in one single place. Scouts affiliated with the guild could use that information as they wished, exploring to their heart's content. Even so, there were certain rumors that Morningstar withheld from his group--rumors that he deemed too dark and too dangerous to rank at all. The Stygian Library was one of these rumors. He first encountered it as a myth in the Grand Library of Ronbaru. A short and seemingly unremarkable book titled "Callow's Mythology" detailed the author's disc

He crossed out 'no combat' in his journal, replacing it with 'some combat.' "Work at your own pace. Investigate rumors as often as your schedule allows. I won't be keeping track of your hours. In regards to rewards, the guild will not take a cut from anything you earn. You can think of yourselves as freelancers, sort of." "Good question," he said to Bistro. "There isn't a straightforward formula for determining difficulty, but rank is predominantly based on the amount of danger a player can expect to be in while undertaking the rumor. Whether the danger stems from local mobs, environ

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The stranger, Kiyabu Hisao, was actually pretty good. A few more levels on his belt and he could have made a weapon of a frontliner. Actually, he was shocked that the man didn't fight in a raid team. They could use him. The gap between them was less of a skill difference and more a difference of stats. Morningstar simply had more options available to him; whether from skills, enhancements, or weapons, he had more variance to his build. Kiyabu was limited to the basics. Fallen, Holy, Paralyze, Freeze. Morningstar could swap between them as he wished. It was a bit unfair, really. Kiyab

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