Morningstar

With one final, decisive move, Morningstar lunged forward, his blade flashing as it connected with the King’s underbelly, a weak spot he had been waiting for. The impact sent a shower of pixels erupting from the wound, and the King of Lakes let out a deafening cry before collapsing into the water with a resounding splash. The crowd fell silent, watching as the once-mighty creature slowly dissolved into shimmering light. Morningstar straightened, his sword vanishing as he surveyed the scene. His victory was complete, but his mind had already shifted, wondering what their results would look

The King of Lakes roared in agony, its mighty form writhing with newfound rage as its once shimmering scales fragmented into pixels with each of Morningstar’s strikes. The creature’s enormous tail whipped across the dock, sending splinters flying and causing the entire platform to quake beneath Star’s feet. Despite the chaos, he stood firm, his expression calm and composed as he prepared his next move. Lotus, shockingly agile for an old man, had already moved to a safer distance, watching from safety. Morningstar’s focus never wavered, his body moving with a hawk's precision, each step ca

Morningstar barely had a moment to savor his victory before the King of Lakes began thrashing violently, its powerful body twisting with a strength that could snap bones. The dock creaked under the strain, the planks groaning as the massive fish fought for its freedom. The crowd's cheers turned into gasps of fear, and a few of the older spectators took a cautious step back. He dropped his rod, and with a prepared gesture, signaled for Lotus to back up. When judges scored a participant's form, they looked at more than fishing technique. Combat was just as important. That was where Star cam

There was a subtle twitch at the end of Morningstar’s line, so slight he almost missed it. His breath caught in his throat, and he shot a glance at Lotus. The older man nodded, his expression reassuring. Morningstar began to reel in slowly, cautiously. The tension on the line grew with every turn of the handle. Whatever was on the other end, it was big—far bigger than anything he had felt before. The rod bent under the weight, and for a moment, he feared it might snap. The crowd murmured softly, the sound a blend of curiosity and disbelief. “Steady now,” Lotus whispered, barely loud

Star angled arms for a sword art, letting the system take over as he sliced the salamander in two. That was his role on the team. He wasn't much of a fisherman, but he could swing a sword pretty well. The halves of the Red-King were strung up on the ends of their rods, ready to be used as bait. They synchronized their tosses once more, the dead amphibian pieces slapping against the water in unison. Everyone watched and waited, too curious to speak. What would they catch? A Silverfin? An Ironjaw Crunchfish? Some type of giant toad? No one in the crowd knew what to expect, all with the

Step one: catch a Red-King Salamander. Not only would it score them some points, but they could use it as bait for their next catch. They had set their goals far higher than the rest of their competitors. The party before them pulled up something called an Azure Fangtooth, and the judges had rated it higher than the rest. Scores were based on size, rarity, and form. Star, unlike Lotus, was new to fishing. His form was lacking, and to counteract this, he set his sights on the biggest catch there was: the King of Lakes. Simultaneously, the pair tossed their lines. They dipped in the water,

Quest "Aaaaand our final contestants: Lotus & Morningstar!" The crowd didn't exactly go wild. A small crowd clapped from the lakeside, consisting primarily of old people and professional fishermen, but they kept their cheering to a minimum. Star took a deep breath as he approached the edge of the dock. He was glad he wore a jacket; it hid the sweat marks that were growing profusely underneath. He could perform in front of thousands, perfectly comfortable, but when faced with a dozen or so country folk, his nerves worked overtime. Lotus was gentle, and reassuring. He placed a

Quest Star flipped through his journal, reminiscing while he picked his next adventure. He kept a list of quests written down, and marked them off after he completed them. He was consistent, and took pride in his recordkeeping. He had a dozen notebooks and entries that dated back to the very beginning (more accurately, a week after the very beginning). Some days, when he felt nostalgic, or when he missed the old days, he would look back at old notes and drawings. It made him happy, and it made him sad. By now, not many quests were left incomplete. Among the few that were was the

Five minutes. Not quite enough time to run an errand. Morningstar decided he would stay and take a look around the shop while he waited. Admittedly, he was curious to see if Ren could truly complete the fusion in such a small frame of time. When he returned with the sword, Morningstar was impressed. "I think that was four minutes. Not bad," he said, impressed. "Thanks." The laurel straight sword looked about the same, but the system could confirm that the set of enhancements had been upgraded. It was the perfect grinding weapon. He left the shop in a hurry. --- star collect

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Star waltzed into The Knight Shift unannounced, midway through his shopping trip. He was mostly in the market for generic goods (his cupboards at home were rather bare), but stopped in for a quick weapon fusion. "Hey, how're things?" He greeted Ren, who appeared to be hard at work. "If you have the time, would you mind combining these two swords together? Need to move the unique over," Star explained, placing two straight swords on the counter. "Thanks, I'll come back in a bit. Got a few more errands to run. What would you say the ETA is on a fusion like this?" Quick Fusion:

OK This might look like a mess but in my brain this is organized. 306,880 col sent to banker. calculation can be found in post. Link to post Uniques I'm keeping: ITEM 1 Name: Really Pointy Stick Your Profession: Appraiser Your Rank: Rank 5 Item Type: T4 Perfect Rapier Acquisition ID: 223896 IDs: 226699, 226700, 226701, 226702 LDs: 7, 1, 4, 16 Re-roll +1: [ACC] ID #226703 | LD: 10 - becomes [BLD] - (No Unique) Re-roll +2: [BLD] ID #226704 | LD: 18 - becomes [ACC] - (No Unique) Re-roll +3: [ACC] ID #226705 | LD: 19 - becomes [ACC] - (No Unique) Re-roll +4: [ACC]

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some uniques and stuff: 298,000 col sent to banker. calculation can be found in post. was it worth it? idk :) Link to post Name: Woodsman's Rapier +5 Your Profession: Appraiser Your Rank: Rank 5 Roll ID: 226490, 226491, 226492 Roll Result: 9, 15, 17 Reroll IDs: 226493, 226494, 226495, 226496, 2296497 Reroll Results: 17, 4, 11, 19, 6 Item Type: Rapier Tier: T4 Quality: Perfect Original Enhancements: BLD, ACC II New Enhancements: Taunt, ACC II Description: A sleek, steel rapier commonly used by swordspeople from Taft. Acquisition ID: 225873b Name: Concord Your Prof

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Thread Closing: Morningstar receives: 3,673 EXP (Word Count [3819/10*7*1] + Quest [1000] 125,270 col (1 page [400] + Loot [124320] + 15% P5 Reward [550]) 32 Materials (Loot [32]) 1 Gleaming Scale Angler Scales | Perfect T3 Trinket | +1 LD, +2 Prosperity Random Dungeon Map 226035 T4 Rare Weapon 226115a T4 Perfect Weapon 225873a T4 Perfect Weapon 225873b T4 Perfect Weapon 225873c T4 Perfect Weapon 225874 T4 Perfect Weapon 225876b T4 Perfect Weapon 225876c T4 Perfect Weapon 226020b T4 Rare Armor/Shield 226019 T4 Rare Armor/Shield 226034 T4 Rare Armor/Shie

Morningstar stood alone in the empty throne room, with more questions than answers. He scavenged his inventory for another teleport crystal, and realized that he was down to his last one. He took one last look around, in case he had missed a treasure chest, and after confirming that the room truly was empty, he cracked the crystal. Into view came his beach house, and the Twenty-fourth floor. Raitoborou Bay was as warm as always, and welcoming at that. Inside his estate, he changed into comfier clothes and plopped himself on the couch. Willow was there too. He found that she was arou

40,320 col sent to Banker Link to post ok here it goes: Name: Antivenom Your Profession: Appraiser Your Rank: Rank 5 Roll ID: 226398 Roll Result: 3 Item Type: Salve Tier: T4 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: DOTE III Description: A container of green paste, used to eliminate harmful toxins. Acquisition ID: 221338a Name: Lucky Charms Your Profession: Appraiser Your Rank: Rank 5 Roll ID: 226401 Roll Result: 6 (BD: 10 CD: 12; Feast Found) Item Type: Feast Tier: T4 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: LD III Description: A giant bowl of cereal. They're