Morningstar

Did she say she'd joined Firm Anima? "Trucking along," he told her, leaving out the endless details of his past week alone. If she were to look at his calendar, she'd probably have a heart attack. "Good for you--joining Firm Anima. I know quite a few of their members. Freyd, Raidou, Foyle--that lot." It was clear that she had done some leveling since they last met. Her equipment was a level above baseline, and the rapier at her side looked quite nice. He set a mental reminder to ask who her blacksmith was. He reckoned Wulfrin, but without seeing the phoenix insignia, it could have ju

He fell back, crystal in hand, and sunk into the sand. Occasional splashes of waves soaked the sleeve of his shirt, but he didn't mind. He followed along with the white clouds that floated by, sometimes dropping his gaze to Willow. She was still about ankle deep, crouching as low as she could without getting her shorts wet. Something was in her palms—a shell or a crab, maybe. From behind, he couldn't tell what she was thinking. He huffed, climbing to one knee. "Will you marry me?" Maybe he had taken in too much sunlight for one day, but in that moment, his words rang clear. Wil

Morningstar and Willow escaped the crowd and found solace on the beach. Willow was ankle deep in the ocean, looking out at the horizon. A distant fishing boat passed by, not much more than a tiny dot on a blue canvas. "I'd love a boat," she commented, kicking up water. Star was digging in the sand like a toddler. He had taken inspiration from Acanthus, who had left to do the same sometime earlier. Since crystals were up for grabs, he thought it was a good place to look. "I wonder where you get them on this floor. Maybe we can buy one." "Where would we park it?" "I don't know. I'

Survival wasn't a strong enough skill to alleviate Star's hate for Floor 9. On a stone bench, he sipped from a flask, parched. "I'm firing Bistro. And everyone else. And then I'm going to Floor 4 and digging my grave in the snow," he groaned, in a deep state of overreaction. Four hours prior, Bistro had hand delivered a rumor to his office. When he saw its location, he immediately tried to pawn it off on someone else, only to find that the two of them were alone in the guild hall. According to his treasurer and (at the moment, least) favorite broker, it was time sensitive and too dangerou

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More Shamblers climbed through the windows, snapping their inky black forms to fit. They writhed, quick on their feet as they lunged at him, clicking and buzzing all the while. What warded them off previously was beginning to break, and although many of the monsters remained outside, their confidence was growing. Soon enough, the swarm would flood the house in its entirety. The man drilled his blade through the chest of a Shambler, moving on before its body hit the floor. He danced his way into the living room and saw Astragalus Anathema crouching behind the couch, gripping its broken ank

Morningstar’s hand dropped to his waist, his fingers hovering above his blade’s hilt. Before he could draw, the injured monster and the bug creature both vanished. Pixels floated from where the Shambler perished, rising through a hole in the roof, past its brethren. Shortly after, the traveling Shambler returned to its swarm. Alongside it were others—a dozen, at least—all famished and eager to feast. Some met with those early to arrive at the top of the house. The rest watched from below, crawling disgustingly around the walls, staring in through sealed windows. The man left the bedr

The man was left crouching behind toppled crates. Visible amounts of dust hung in the air, and he swatted at it between heavy coughs. He stumbled through it, making his way through the attic, back to the staircase. Descending the tower was worse than climbing it. He was slow, and chose his steps wisely. Without anything to light his path, each stair was as dangerous as the Shamblers that watched. They kept their distance, afraid of where Astragalus Anathema may have gone. The insect-headed beings knew that they were not being hunted, but feared that in the blink of an eye, that could chan

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

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"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

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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,

"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

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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

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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

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

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

| 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

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

| 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

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