Morningstar

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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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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The fight is chaotic. Belregor has taken a new form. This time, his face matches Arabelle's, and at first glance, Morningstar can't tell who is who. His focus is diverted, not only by the raid boss that manages to blend in with his friends, but by the sudden influx of damaging ailments that attack him. Panic rushes in. Dodging a sword is no trouble for Morningstar, but burn, bleed, and blight are another story. His display is cluttered with effects, predominantly negative. His health bar ticks down, at first due solely to frostbite. A trade request appears centerfold. It's from Lessa. He

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Morningstar's complete misunderstanding of Pollux's plan worked (regardless of her disbelief). The barrier that held them back from attacking the Leech Lich had been destroyed, leaving everything open to their attacks. Pollux disabled the boss with a well-placed sword art. Morningstar kicked low, sweeping through the freshly spawned Stygian Warriors, and jabbed at the lich's midsection. His hand jetted through its undead body, fracturing the health bars hovering up above. It fought back, scratching at Morningstar with boney fingers. He ignored the damage, flipping over the lich and kickin

Acanthus tightened around his arm. Through shaky, uncertain words, she pleaded with him to do what he had to to protect their team. From her perspective, that meant going so far as to kill her if she acted against them. Clear-headed, collected, he watched her speed into the fray once more. He wasn't going to kill her. He didn't even need to take a limb. "I'll just stun you," he muttered inaudibly. He didn't get the chance to argue. He didn't get the chance to reassure her that things wouldn't go wrong. Regardless, it wouldn't have helped. He knew that there was a chance she would spiral,

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Morningstar took note of Mari's fishing skill. As far as foraging went, he was pretty much useless, but he appreciated the hobby of fishing. He tossed a Hellstorm her way, which came as a surprise to Mari. "No trouble. A little damage boost goes a long way here," he smiled. Idly, he cleaved through another platoon of dragons. Years of farming ingrained the habit into his brain and body, leading to instinctive, thoughtless movements. He talked as he went. "The flowers are a little strong here. I like it though. It's a nice change from the rest of the maze." A wave of col flooded