Morningstar

Possession, reanimation. No concern was invalid when they were working with such little information. Unlike last time, they had no diagrams, nor any secret phrases. They were blind, speaking purely figuratively. Still, it didn't sit right with him. Owij'be was simple. Sure, he had an arsenal of gimmicks and he was immensely difficult to face; however, he was only a beast. There were no undead resurrections or anything of the sort. Maybe it was more straightforward than that. Arabelle, the new girl, put forth the idea to begin team formation. He liked the initiative. If Freyd was suggestin

Star wondered if Pin had walked or teleported. He was quite punctual, if the former. He must have been good at time management. "Hey," he waved lazily to the taciturn orange player. Wulfrin trailed over shortly after. Star liked that they weren't matching anymore. He did look a lot gloomier in black, though. The Freyd Effect, he imagined. "Game plan. Yeah." Out came Daywalker, sleek and silver. "Little bit of holy; little bit of burn. Hit her a lot. Et cetera." Without further adieu, they began the journey to the town's border. Star found himself distracted by a question that lingere

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Wulfrin, a considerate blacksmith, offered his maintenance services to the party. Nian declined in a less than friendly manner. Star couldn't imagine why. Maybe she preferred not to let others touch her equipment. He trusted the smith's skills, but forgot that Wulfrin would have been a stranger to her. He couldn't blame her, if that were the case. He was the same. Unfortunately, Morningstar would also have to decline. "No time," he replied. "Our best friend is back." It began as a collection of blue pixels, slowly growing larger and darker until it eventually sprouted wings. It explo

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He took a quick glance up and down her gear. It was acceptable; she really didn't need much for the quest he was taking her on. Last time he had done the quest... he couldn't have been much higher than tier two, and he was pretty sure he had one hit both bats. Together, they would be fine. "No problem," Star assured her. "I'm excited to see how you do. First time in combat can be nerve racking, but I'll be close by, so don't worry too much." His eyes drifted from her to his journal, which he assumed her comment was referring to. "I... enjoy getting my thoughts down. I don't know if I

x1 bizarre antidote | obtained here This vial, when consumed, will provide the player with the same effects as a regular Antidote of Perfect quality. In addition, the player will feel lighter, granting them an additional point of EVA. This effect can stack with other EVA consumables. Effect lasts one thread, or until all Antidote charges are consumed.

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Seated in the lobby of the Trackers Alliance HQ, next to a freshly potted fig tree, was Morningstar. He sketched in his journal secretively, holding the cover high to block out the page. He didn't share what he wrote or drew. It was one of the few things he kept to himself. Willow probably knew, although he had never told her. She was sneaky, and unsettlingly good at stealing things. Odds were that she had pulled it out from his grip whilst he was asleep or something like that. He peered up at the clock on the wall across from him. Midday. Urbus was nice in the afternoons, he thought. Acc

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NIGHT was quick with the fusion, and Star had stuck around and looked at her other wares while he waited. "Wow, very nice. Thanks, chief. My client will love them." "Nice to see you," he said on his way out. He looked at the earrings up close. Not his style. Someone out there could use them, though. He was simply the delivery man. After a teleport, a traveling merchant and his dog, lots of turns, a bear's cave, and some bees, he was home. Well, not home home, but he was at his shop. And that was basically the same thing. --- Picks up: Token of Serenity | T4 Demon

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Zombies, and spiders, and staircases; the worst of it was behind them. If NIGHT was willing to vouch for Pinball, Star imagined that nobody else would find it worthwhile to argue. Now, all they had to do was kill the big scary dragon. It slammed into the ground, flinging dirt and dust their way, and causing a mini tremor. "Hm. Bigger than I imagined." Koga and his wolf wasted no time strategizing, instead opting for the no nonsense hit-it-till-it-dies method. Star liked his style and followed in his footsteps (although without a familiar of his own). He bolted forth, speeding around the o

Part I Home is Where the Heart is "So," Willow flipped her hair behind her ears. "What do you think?" Star squinted, humming as if to think. "You know, I kind of miss red." She frowned, and he recognized immediately that it was his cue to end the joke. "Kidding. You look beautiful." He pulled her into a hug, both welcoming her inside and saving her from the heat of the beach. "Really? You don't think black looks silly?" She asked, her voice muffled by his

Star lifted his gaze from his notebook and pointed his pen to a potted flower by the window. "Look. Blue. Not enough color for you?" He flashed a smile. "Glad you could make it. Honestly, I was surprised you were interested. You seem more like a leader than a follower." "Er," he paused, thinking over his new title. "Star, Morningstar, Stephen, Morning (if you're Freyd), Guy, Dude—anything aside from Master works with me. Make yourself at home." Another face popped into the meeting room shortly after the first. While he knew Wulfrin well, this girl was new to him. She was sweet and po

Star's list of incomplete quests grew smaller and smaller as the days rolled on. Rumors were plenty of fun, but he couldn't deny that the experience rewards for killing a quest boss were far higher. Lilith had been on his mind for a long time, but he had never gone through with it. It was a long quest, he had heard, and not always a safe one. A new straight sword leaned against his desk, coincidentally perfect for the fight. "Maybe it's time to make the trip after all," he muttered. He stood, collected his weapon, and peeked out of his main floor office. HQ was empty, he thought. Maybe there w

Another new alchemist. Floor 13 was an odd place to setup shop, Star thought. He quite liked Cintamani's location, as well as Kingsley Tea Company's. By no means did Morningstar dislike Breath of Life, he simply found that he was never in the area. He'd never had a reason to visit, until now. Peeking his head into the alchemist's shop, he found himself unpleasantly surprised to see the owner. "Oh shit, it's you," he said, met with the face of Oz. Well, he was there. He wasn't going to leave without buying something. A few mitigation potions would do, he decided. "Tequila. How fun."

Star hadn't gone to a performer's shop in a long time. Actually, the only one he knew of was Nari's, and he wasn't even sure that it was still open for business. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen Nari in a good while. Not since they separated at the skyport, he thought. Periods of MIA were not unusual for anyone on the frontlines. Many on the crew came and went as they pleased. Still, he hoped she was okay. He entered "A Familiar Tune," enticed by the musical items inside, and realized that the owner was none other than Acanthus. "Oh, hi," Star stepped out of the door way, imme

summary. | col: 108,580 = 36480 (ids) + 93000 (rerolls) - 20900 (junk) | 09/23/2024 | total: 108,850 | [link] item evaluations. yellow dragon | [#227081a] | TIER 4 MARTIAL ARTS | DMG, FALLEN [desc.]: a sleeve of yellow rings. they emit a faint glow. data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAPABAP///wAAACH5BAEKAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAICRAEAOw== junksales. morningstar's junksale. | col: +20,900col

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# close enough, welcome back bruce lee 9.23.2024 IDENTIFICATIONS REROLLS TOTAL COST: 108,580 col | 36480 (ids) + 93000 (rerolls) - 20900 (junk)