Morningstar

Cerberus Etching change a equipment slot to BURN Obtained HERE + Paralytic Contagion +3 | T4 Demonic Weapon (Polearm) | Absolute Accuracy | Paralytic Venom I | Envenom (Off) I | Blight I Fusion ID: 245076 A long spear with an orange handle. Its tip looks like a miniature axe, seeming to bubble with black miasma and regrets. Obtained HERE = Paralytic Contagion +3 | T4 Demonic Weapon (Polearm) | Absolute Accuracy | Paralytic Venom I | Envenom (Off) I | Burn I Fusion ID: 245076 A long spear with an orange handle. Its tip looks like a miniature axe, seeming to bubble w

summary. | col: 24320 (id) - 13300 (junk) = 11020 | 08/14/2025 | total: -11020 | [link] rolls. items. mystic essence.

"No cost for the polearm. The unidentified stuff'll set you back by 2980 col." --- For Mari: Paralytic Contagion +3 | [245076] | T4 DEMONIC POLEARM | AA, PARA-V, ENV-O, BRN A long spear with an orange handle. Its tip looks like a miniature axe, seeming to bubble with black miasma and regrets. 8.14.2025 Trading Hall III active - 1 free reroll per unid.

Ears below the surface of the water, all Morningstar could hear was the distant, garbled rumbling of voices. Gulls squawked overhead, but he was blissfully unaware of them. Beneath his sunglasses, his eyes were shut. The ocean held him up like a warm bed. He breathed slowly, matching the flow of the gentle waves. In. Out. One voice was louder than the rest. Closer, maybe, but he couldn't figure out what they were saying. He didn't really care. Let the party animals go crazy on the beach. He was relaxing. The misty sea air felt cool in his throat and lungs. He yawned. I

"No, no, no. The wolves have regular fingers. Er. Feet. Paws? Anyway, the long-fingered guys are different." His need for holy and phase seemed to trigger something in Mari. Morningstar watched her dig through her inventory, and audibly gasped when she retrieved a polearm from it. "Ooooh. Let me take a better look." He went through his standard appraisal process, which was simpler when an item already had enhancements attached to it. Orgoth's Legacy: a raid drop that Morningstar had never set eyes on before. It would make an excellent addition to his collection. Holy. Phase. A couple

Morningstar was quite positive he could not have tanked the hit as well as Jomei had. The man had taken the brunt of it without flinching, and still had the nerve to stand tall, flashing a cool thumbs up like nothing had happened. Now he was just showing off. Amused laughter escaped him as he rejoined the fight. It took only an instant for the party's tank to reinvigorate his determination. He launched himself forward, fitting in an attack right after Acanthus'. Entropic Ward, as he had heard Acanthus mutter to herself, seemed to require more than just a single strike before it would brea

And what kind of leader would he be if he let her tank the hit? Two more warriors spawned alongside the lich, swords drawn and locked onto Yue Hua. Morningstar, the ugly stepsister, got no attention from the mobs. The only option before him was to take them down before they could reach her. He stepped up, his speed increasing with each stride. His body moved on its own, guided through the motions by the system like a marionette. Golden light engulfed his fist, burning bright like a star. He leaped, feeling his feet touch of the ground and the icy, dead air grazing his skin. His fingers ti

In the dark, sitting on a church pew, Morningstar typed messages to Mari. ms: wyd? ms: looking for the sword rn. could use a hand. ms: in the church @ kp. Behind him, something moved. He craned his neck, searching for the source of the sound, only to find the shadowy figure of Acanthus approaching him. She looked tired. He guessed he looked the same. Morningstar hadn't gone home after the Spectral Knights stopped spawning. Instead, he wound up back at Kineallen Parish, searching for the lost Sword of Kings. Clearly, Acanthus couldn't rest either. When he found her near the c

Being on guard straight out of prison was a given. He wouldn't bother her more about it. He clipped a mini dragon with the end of his sword, listening to her elaborate on her statement about green players. He did not disagree. At least with orange players, you knew to be wary. Green players were supposed to be friendly. "S'pose that's part of the reason why so many people stay in safezones. Hard to know who to trust out here." He laughed. "These guys are the least annoying mobs here, I find. There are wolves too, though, and these freaky things with long fingers. I prefer the dragons, per

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The drink Warren handed to him was a welcome offer. "I would trade, but I got root beer and that's at the top of my tier list." Morningstar adjusted his bag on his shoulder. Unlike last time, he had dressed for the water. In agreement with Pollux, he jogged up to a less sandy patch of the beach, pulled off his shirt, and set his things out of sight. His feet touched the hot sand, feeling it compact beneath him. With a glowing smile, he made his way back to his guildmates, carrying only his cold drink. While he was missing, another chunk of his guild had joined them: Wulfrin, Ciela, and As

Morningstar shook his head. "No issue. Was just a curve ball." His encounter with Mari was oddly familiar. He thought of Pinball. "You're not the first orange player I've met. We've all got our pasts. I don't mean to pry." Shocked she had obliged his request at all, Morningstar held up his end of the bargain. "Send over those weapons. I'll tell you if they're worth anything. It's a quick process--no more than a couple minutes," he promised. To be honest, he was prepared to buy them off her right then and there if they really were rare drops. His collection always had room for more it

"Being imprisoned," slipped off her tongue too easily. She followed it with a question, but he couldn't let the story escape him. "Wait, wait, wait. Hold on. What??" Star asked, unable to stifle his confused chuckle. "I have so many questions. You were imprisoned?" An orange cursor symbolized a history of criminal behavior. Morningstar knew that there was a prison, and he wasn't so surprised to find out that players were actually being held there. It was the nonchalant way of expressing her imprisonment that came as a shock to him, combined with the fact that he had never actually met som

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Thread Rewards Morningstar: 14884 EXP | (14884/5*5) Vigilon: 20837 EXP | (14884/5*7) Krysta: 20837 EXP | (14884/5*7)

i am the only one left in this thread so i will be closing it here. As suddenly as it had begun, the battle came to a conclusion. With the burning elementals vanquished, Morningstar voiced their options. "The raid is beginning soon. We don't have time to chase after those guys and join our teams inside the labyrinth. I'll be splitting from the group here, unless you three also intend to head to the boss fight. Otherwise, I wish you the best of luck. I'm happy to figure out this mess afterwards, if you need me. Just shoot me a ring." He hated to abandon them abruptly, but there w

A perk to living on Floor 24 was easy access to neighboring beach parties. Although his house was perfect for hosting, Morningstar preferred to let others do the honors. The less cleanup he had to do, the happier he was. The message from Bistro came in unexpectedly. He was home at the time and thought it would be easier to head their alone rather than meet up with his guildmates somewhere else. They would find each other at the beach (eventually). He packed a small bag with a towel, a book, and a bottle of water and went on his way. To the group, he announced his departure. ms: omw.

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Arabelle disengaged, cradling NIGHT. Logically, Morningstar thought that he should do the same. The boss was high in the air, a spiral of flame and energy enveloping him like a cocoon. Any second now, Morningstar was going to be blown up by whatever the hell Belregor was charging. It was time to move. And yet, he stayed put. In contrast to the others, Jomei's feet were planted firmly. The violinist showed no signs of moving. If he wasn't to dodge, then what gave Morningstar the right? Belregor drained power from the Black, channeling it into a could-be raid wiping attack. Second

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