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Morningstar

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  1. Behind his desk, Morningstar tinkered with a toy boar. Uncovering its traits was simple enough. Repairing its broken pieces was more complicated. The gears inside were old and wouldn't turn correctly, its hind legs were missing, and the paint job needed redoing. He was almost starting from scratch. Like a surgeon performing an operation, he slaved over his work station, pining at the pieces of boar spread across the table. This work had become a hobby to him, and the time he spent doing it grew shorter and shorter every day. Guild duties had overtaken it, as well as raid preparation. His sched
  2. why thank you ms takes: x11 imperial quarter blend | TIERLESS PERFECT POTION | DAMAGE III Smoke and gunpowder, with lingering scents of exotic jasmine and bergamot. Razwell himself would enjoy this blend.
  3. "maybe someone here is good at making posters...?" Morningstar's fingers already raced across his virtual keyboard. "I'll send word to my guild." ms: floor 29 is open. steer clear for now. please announce to all major settlements that it is not currently safe to visit. as far as we know, there are no safe zones available. more info to come. He hovered over the send button for an extended moment, re-reading his text a few times over. With a click, it was delivered. It wasn't a small request, but he trusted his team would see it through. While he typed, Baldur was forming pairs fo
  4. Another Umbral Giant rocked the ground, stopping An in the middle of her sentence. Absolutely, Morningstar would have taken her offer to save him from the maze; unfortunately, it had other plans for him. Just five minutes without being attacked. That was all he asked for. Five quiet minutes. "Wait, that's it!! That's my rock!" "What?" The mob that stomped around behind them was evidently not an Umbral Giant. It was far taller and made entirely of metal. He recognized it well—he and Freyd had stumbled across it on their last perilous adventure. Magma spilled from its chest,
  5. "As a matter of fact, it is." Morningstar's wallet ached. It was hard to avoid spending in a world where potions and equipment upkeep were a requirement, and he hadn't stepped foot in a dungeon for quite some time. Even so, he paid for both of their mounts on their way out of Tolbana. "I hope you like horses." He had done the questline before—at least, he had started it once. He and a fresh level one had, at some point or another, spent a full day and night hunting the first of seven monsters living throughout the floors. He recalled that he had done the majority of the heavy
  6. He truly was busy. It was Tuesday, and the guild hall was quiet. When he opened the Trackers Alliance, he did not realize it would come with so much paperwork. Contracts, invoices, leases—boring things that drove him batty. It needed to be done, of course, because his team needed to be protected and paid fairly (workplace rights and all that). That being said, it was rather easy to put down his work when Typhoonflame came calling. Star looked over her message, surprised to see that she had moved up to the twenty-first floor. Charko wasn't somewhere Morningstar visited often, and so h
  7. He fidgeted with the lid of a tightly sealed crate and cursed at the slight health drop caused by splintering wood. The lid broke open. From outside, the Shamblers could not tell what was inside; however, the player moved on from it almost instantly. They clicked their mandibles, feverishly skittering across the attic’s rooftop. His gaze lingered on a stack of boxes in the corner of the room. There were streaks on the hardwood floor, indicating that they had been moved. Something had shifted the boxes before the man had ever arrived. His steps were careful, but nothing could quiet the con
  8. RYO | Approved. Total EXP: 33,800 Total SP: 145 Current Level: 29 Paragon Level: 0 Notes: EXP Calculation SP removed due to 2 SP missing from journal. Pre-2.6 total adjusted from 95 SP -> 93 SP. The above change calculates to level 29 rather than 25. The following items have been adjusted from T2 -> T3 to match player tier: Gin Kin | Fierce Deities' Coat | Accuracy Charm
  9. TEION | Approved. Total EXP: 88,000 Total SP: 180 Current Level: 34 Paragon Level: 11 Unlocked Paragon Rewards: Lv. 5 | Laurel Wreath (Earn Col equivalent to 15% of player’s EXP earned in thread) Lv. 10 | (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, +1 LD to Looting* Notes: n/a
  10. | MORNINGSTAR | Lv. 73 >> P. 39, Lv. 34 | Status: [ // ] Notes: Advanced Training Active - +10% EXP data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAPABAP///wAAACH5BAEKAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAICRAEAOw== Thick, dark tendrils crept up and around the empty houses of Miremore. One, unlike the rest, was lit up by the glow of a lantern. Figures twisted impossibly through cracks in walls, peering inside with insectoid eyes. They spied on their prey, a blonde man clad in red, and hoped
  11. Impressed with Samantha's initiative, Morningstar took a moment before engaging. The girl, a player who had not even passed level one, was going toe to toe with a bat that nearly doubled her in size. Realistically, there was no way she would last long without him intervening--still, it was sight to behold. She took a chunk out of the bat, who was flailing about in the air, primed to attack. Morningstar decided to move; an angry bat was his queue to jump into the fray. He moved quickly through the dark using his night vision to find the clearest path forward. He lunged at the bat, which ho
  12. | MORNINGSTAR | Lv. 73 >> P. 34, Lv. 33 | Status: [ // ] Notes: // data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAPABAP///wAAACH5BAEKAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAICRAEAOw== Morningstar's office was a formality. Leaders had offices, he thought, and so he had one built. There were a few others throughout the guildhall, predominantly unused aside from the Treasury Room upstairs. Truthfully, he could have done his work anywhere. Even more truthful—he was growing tired of his wor
  13. Morningstar sunk into relief as the boss crumpled to the ground. He folded over, staring at his battered reflection in the red ocean. His breaths were heavy. He was exhausted. Around him, some players celebrated. Others fell to their knees, overtaken by emotion. A few simply left. Astralin was among the third group, disappearing with a cryptic explanation. He hoped she was okay. He took his share of the spoils. They were items of a variety he had never seen before. The world was changing, and he wasn't sure it was for the better. The path to Floor 29 opened, a grand staircase no
  14. They'd won—and without cost. Morningstar bumped Koga on the shoulder, wasting no time as he sped toward the grand staircase leading to the next floor. Clear of expectations, he trailed behind his colleagues, each and every one desperate to see the reward they had fought so hard to obtain. The unending slog that none of the present party wished for, and yet all of them had signed up for, offered few gifts in return. The items they received were of undeniable value. Even more exciting was the thought of open access to a new zone. In return for overcoming one arduous challenge, they were gra
  15. Through Astralin's nonsensical muttering, Morningstar overheard Koga calling for his attention. He looked worse for wear, but in spite of Callisto's bombardment of attacks, he was alive. Switching the team's tank with a DPS was an unusual request; however, given their situation, Morningstar thought it made sense. "Alright. Let's do it. I'll buy some time." They took turns striking the bear, an acknowledgement to the system that they intended on swapping hate values. It obliged, and Morningstar became Callisto's focus. "Finally, she looks my way." A hand gripped Koga's armor, pul
  16. "So, you've got the guts to show your face 'round here again, do ya?" A short, bearded fellow crossed his arms, scowling at Morningstar from behind a stall. Various odds and ends were held up by wooden shelves and sprawled out across every other surface imaginable. A vial of Watcher's Extract caught his eye. Nobody had purchased it in the days that had passed—probably due to its ridiculous price. "12,000 col. That's my final offer; take it or leave it," Morningstar leaned against the counter. "Bloody brains of a human, you got! I told you once and I'll tell you again—I only deal
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