Morningstar

thread summary. Morningstar 4,568 exp | 2,000 + (3,669/10 * 7 * 1) 190,550 col | 400 + 190,150 68 materials 2 Gleaming Scales 6 Demonic Shard Filet of King (T3 Perfect Consumable [Meal]) Random Dungeon Map 226892 Random Dungeon Map 226896 Random Dungeon Map 227080 Random Dungeon Map 228045 Random Dungeon Map 228069 Random Dungeon Map 228070 Random Dungeon Map 228079 Random Dungeon Map 228095 T4 Rare Consumable 226887a T4 Rare Consumable 226894a T4 Rare Consumable 228044 T4 Rare Consumable 228053a T4 Rare Consumable 228072a T4 Rare Consumable 228087a

He stopped for a moment, glancing back toward the lake, though Lotus was far out of sight now. A small breath escaped him as he turned back to the path, adjusting the sword at his side. There was no clear destination, no pressing urgency, but he felt the weight of the journey ahead, whatever it might bring. The forest grew darker, and Morningstar disappeared into the shadows, the quiet of the world enveloping him. Maybe he would take some time to relax, as Lotus has suggested. Breaks, over the years, had become few and far between. Maybe it was time to slow down, and to process thing

Morningstar’s let out a long breath. It was a relief after such a heavy conversation. "Thanks for talking with me." Lotus smiled, pulling his empty line from the lake. "No need to thank me. Sometimes, it just helps to sit with someone who’s willing to listen." Morningstar gave a small nod, sliding his sword away. "Maybe you’re right." "Maybe," Lotus replied. "But whether I’m right or wrong, the company’s been good." Star agreed. "Next time," he replied, "I’ll try catching more than just thoughts." Lotus chuckled softly. "I’ll hold you to that. Until next time." Mo

"I've lost people. And I think about them a lot, even though it's been a long time." Lotus reeled in his line slowly, glancing at Morningstar without pushing. "That’s natural. Some memories stick with you, no matter how far you go." Morningstar didn’t respond immediately, as if looking for the right words. "It’s not just the memories. It’s the feeling that maybe I could’ve done more." Lotus gave a small nod. "Regret is human. But what’s done is done. You can't change the past." "Doesn't stop me from wondering," Morningstar muttered. Lotus said, casting his line out aga

"Have you walked that path?" Morningstar asked. "I’ve walked many paths, and none of them have been straight. But that’s the life, isn't it? It rarely gives us a map." Morningstar’s eyes were locked on something moving beneath the lake. "Lots of circles and wrong turns." "Maybe," Lotus said, shrugging lightly. "But circles and wrong turns aren’t always pointless. Sometimes, you find something new each time you pass by. Other times, you realize the place you started wasn’t so bad after all." Lotus tilted his head, watching him. "And what about you, Morningstar? Where do you

"And what if the shadows are too much?" "Then you face them one at a time. The way you would any enemy. And if you need to, you call for help. We are never as alone as we think we are." Morningstar glanced at Lotus. "I never thought of it that way." Lotus chuckled. "That’s the beauty of it, my friend. There’s always another way to see things, if you’re willing to look." Morningstar shifted his weight, his gaze drifting back to the horizon. "You make it sound simple," he said. Lotus let the silence hang in the air for a moment, then responded gently, "Simple? Maybe. Eas

Morningstar shifted slightly, watching the lake's surface ripple with the wind. "I’m not sure I’ve ever learned how to sit still like that. Always felt like if I wasn’t moving, I was falling behind." Lotus gave him an empathetic smile. "Ah, the feeling that if you're not moving forward, you’re losing ground. Everyone gets it. But even a warrior must rest, or the sword grows heavy in their hand." Morningstar exhaled, his gaze still distant. "It's ironic, considering I live on a beach. Lotus laughed. "Quite. Not resting is like fighting with a dull blade. Eventually, it’ll give ou

Morningstar remained quiet for a moment, then asked, "You don't ever get restless doing this? Like, you don't feel the need to do more?" "Sometimes I do," Lotus admitted, his voice soft. "But then I remind myself—there is always more to do, always another battle to fight, another goal to chase. It’s easy to get lost in that. But if you can learn to be still, even for a little while... well, you’ll find that the restlessness fades." Morningstar watched him carefully, as though measuring his words. "And if it doesn’t?" "Then you stand, you stretch, and you move again." Lotus smile

Morningstar rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, staring out at the water. "I always feel like I'm wasting time, relaxing in places like this." Lotus let out a soft laugh, the kind that warmed the air. "Ah, wasting time... such a curious idea. Time isn’t something to waste, not when you're living it. Whether you're catching fish or fighting on the frontlines, the time passes just the same." Morningstar frowned slightly, eyes narrowing in thought. "I guess so. Are you saying that what we do doesn't matter?" "Not at all," Lotus shook his head gently. "What we do matters, but

Morningstar cleaned his blade on his sleeve, a habit that achieved nothing. "You spend a lot of time out here?" Lotus smiled, his gaze soft on the water. "Ah, time... I spend it where it feels right. Out here, everything moves at its own pace. No rush, no worry." Morningstar tilted his head. "You don't ever get bored?" "Bored? No," Lotus chuckled warmly. "The world is full of little moments, my friend. You just have to be patient enough to notice them. Like how the light dances on the water or how the breeze feels different depending on the season." Morningstar watched the

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Cloth Armor R5 Mod(s) Being Dropped: Athletics, Nimble SP Refunded: 40 Cost: 40,000 this puts me at the 50 sp cap for the month.

Morningstar rarely visited other appraisers. He'd been to Freyd's shop once or twice, but only for pickups and deliveries between friends, and never for professional work. Pandora's Wares, a cute little store on the first floor, had caught his eye. On one rainy day, he decided to pay it a visit. Without an item to identify, nor any junk to sell, he hurried inside. His clothes were damp, his hair unstyled by the (rarely occurring) downpour. On his way in, he apologized for making a mess of the floor. He liked the quietness of Andromeda's store. It reminded him of his own. He picked an item

Morningstar appeared in Flora whistling a made up tune. He was on a mission, so to speak, and acted suspiciously unsuspicious as he walked from shop to shop, searching for an artisan who could help him. When he discovered Silent Moments, he was pleased to see the big lettered open sign out front and a merchant at the counter. It was quaint and welcoming, and it seemed to pull him in as he neared. He stepped inside, only realizing who the owner was when the door shut behind him. "Oh, hey Nym. Nice place," he eyed the various trinkets and bobbles that were listed for sale. "Mind doing a fus

Name: God-Roll Trinket Your Profession: Appraiser Your Rank: Rank 5 Mystic Essence Used: 220856a, 223909c, 223909c-1 Roll ID: 227923, 227924 Roll Result: 20, 3 (UNIQUES ON BOTH ROLLS LFG | BD: 10 CD: 8, BD: 10 CD: 9) Item Type: Trinket Tier: T4 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Holy Blessing II, Fireproof Description: A golden ring, dropped from Olympus. It was forged by the gods, it's original owner unknown. Acquisition ID: 203872 POST LINK Name: Limited Edition Rolie Polie Olie Watch Your Profession: Appraiser Your Rank: Rank 5 Mystic Essence Used: 214863, 214863-1, 21486

Star took the ring back, in slight agreement with his customer (although, he did feel like it was Koga's to take). The ring was shiny, and exquisitely crafted. He tapped away at the next item Koga presented, this time coming up with mostly nothing. "Holy Blessing. Only one slot this time. Thanks for your business," he said, "and for the ring." He flipped the ring like a coin, then caught it and slid in onto his finger. It fit like a charm. Koga left, and Morningstar realized that he had forgotten to take something with him. An empty wallet had fallen on the floor a few feet from

A customer? In Honeydew & Hushwind? That was odd. Morningstar was so used to having nobody around that he'd forgotten the sound of the bell chime installed at the entrance. He remembered Koga, from some place or another, and greeted him with a smile. It was a quick and easy request: a single slot of Holy Blessing. He had enough Mystic Essence lying around to get the job done in a few seconds tops. What came out was far from what was requested. "Uh," Morningstar managed, "here you go. Holy blessing... and more." He slid the God-Roll Trinket across the counter. --- 8.23.2

Morningstar was first startled by the erupting sand and the shark tunnelling towards them. After the initial shock wore off, he was surprised that out of all of them, Mishiro was the first to spring into action. Maybe he was getting slow. He played around her, tracking the nimble predator as it darted in and out of the sand. Her sword was met with air, and Star made his move. Evading Mishiro's attack made its next movements predictable. He flew into Terra Firma's path, intent on a head-on collision, inhibited only by the softness of the sand beneath his feet. A streak of gold burned bright, ex

Stroking his beard, the old man pondered NIGHT's question. "The territories, you say? Why, I don't doubt you've had trouble. You won't find anything of the sort in this section." That wasn't exactly the problem she meant, but fair enough. Morningstar spoke up. "Could you tell us where we could find books about them? History, geography, culture—anything, really." "Hmm. Let me think..." The librarian tapped his chin, glancing at isles and shelves. "Ah, yes! This way," he hurried them into the center lane and ushered them away from their mess. He looked back, embarrassed by the stack of

Approved! Welcome to Aincrad :)

Only a few steps into the village and Morningstar was already running into people. In a brief state of confusion, he bounced back, trying to orient himself. Light hair and weird psychic mind-link powers clued him into the girl's identity. "Oh, hi." He couldn't remember her name off the top of his head (which he felt bad for; they had killed Absolute Zero together only a short time prior). Nym-something, he thought. Nymolia? Nymonia? Nymoria? That was it—Nymoria. "My fault. Should have stepped off the pad quicker," he admitted. He did as he said and moved to the left, avoiding a

approved

approved

Morningstar couldn't even muster a look at Oz, whose arm was draped over his shoulders. They stuck to each other like a child's art project, their sweat an unpleasant replacement for glue. Star's jaw dropped, the only thought on his mind being "who the hell is this guy and why is he touching me." Abdullah appeared to wonder as well, eying the peculiarly-dressed man suspiciously. Turning from Oz, he directed his thoughts to Morningstar. "I don't care who kills the beast, so long as it does end up dead. Bring whoever you please—not that this one looks particularly useful," he remarked, his

As if timed to the conclusion of Hirru's informative rundown, the phoenix respawned. The pile of ashes caught fire, exploding into the shape of a bird and screeching wildly at the party. Morningstar, once again, acted first. He was eager to stun the creature and stop it from acting while they pummeled it a bit. He envisioned each movement before he took it, theorizing how best he could maneuver around the bird's spitfire and white hot aura. He thanked his quick feet as he evaded a blast of inferno, dashing straight into the creature's volley and lunging beneath it. He closed the gap betwe