Morningstar

Star looked up from his journal. He had been sketching absent-mindedly until the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of a customer. "Oh, hey." Astralin was always cheerful, albeit a bit of an oddball. "I am an appraiser," he uttered. Star listened to her request. "Handwraps of unique powers, huh? I'll see what I can do." Morningstar played along with her feigned magic, although he didn't really get it. He came to the conclusion that if it didn't hurt anyone, it didn't really matter. He wandered off to the back for a moment, before reappearing at the front counter. "Here you go.

GAMBIT | Approved. Total EXP: 1,500 Total SP: 20 Current Level: 4 Paragon Level: 0 Notes: n/a.

summary. | col: 157,820 = 69,920 (ids) + 124,000 (rerolls) - 15,200 (junk) | 10/01/2024 | total: 139,580 | [link] | 10/02/2024 | total: 18,240 | [link] item evaluations. Subzero Stormwind | [#202384] | TIER 4 PERFECT MARTIAL ARTS | FRZ, STC, PHASE [desc.]: These mysterious cloths seem ethereal in appearance, are cold to the touch, and sometimes a mild jolt runs through them. Those who take the cloths into battle are said to witness foes suffer from Bitter Cold and Powerful Lightning at the hands of their wearer, as though the set of cloths contained a powerful, chilli

10/2/2024 Taking from Astralin IDENTIFICATIONS MYSTIC ESSENCE TOTAL COST: 18240 col | 33440 (ids) - 15200 (junk)

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ok everyone i'm back it's time to roll! 10/1/2024 (happy october btw?) IDENTIFICATIONS REROLLS TOTAL COST: 139580 col | 36480 (ids) + 124,000 (rerolls) - 20,900 (junk)

Skill(s) Being Dropped: R5 Straight Sword Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: Stamina, Precision, Ferocity, AOE Shift SP Incurred Towards Limit: 30 SP Refunded: 50 Cost: 50,000 col

She mustn't have heard his question. He moved on. "Yeah, we should be." Truthfully, he didn't really know. The forest was almost impossible to maneuver in the night, even for him. Torches helped some, but the deeper they traveled, the denser it got. Night vision would have been a life saver, but Etherial lacked the skill for it. The combination of night vision and light really didn't work well. "I imagine we'll hear Kumatetsu before we see it. You know, bear noises and such." He grabbed up his bag again. "Let's get moving. It's not all that safe to hang out here for too long," h

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Living on a beach meant that Morningstar didn't care much for parties set on or around them. They were an everyday experience for him, minus the crowds (which were hit or miss, depending on his mood). Still, he liked Zandra and wanted to show his support. A visit to the Scalabis market was on his to-do list anyway. Why not show face? Dragging Willow from her reading was the hard part. Who knew that Ladonia's library had a good selection of romance novels? She was on the third book in a series by some NPC called Davius Sparkfellow. Star wasn't sure he was real, but either way, Willow was o

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Near the top of The Eye, you could find the most perfect sunsets. So many colours mixed and matched. Visually symphonic. Willow napped to his left. She snored loudly; he didn’t have the heart to tell her. Despite the sky’s beauty, his eyes were locked on the final entry of a short, leatherbound journal. Silently, he read to himself. Morningstar, The years I spent in this world taught me three things: Hold your friends in high regard, Be kind, even when it is difficult, And stay away from shady taverns. I learned all of these from you. You’re smart, and yet th

Elwood shut the door, humming a low, quiet tune. He took a mop from his closet and brought it to the living room to clean up the spilled tea. The house felt massive without a guest. Once more, he was a king, alone in his castle. He stepped over broken glass, kneeling down to pick up the pieces. Then, when all but the tea had been moved to the table, he began mopping from one end of the mess to the other. There was something serene about cleaning. He would miss it. Or, maybe he would feel nothing at all. Who was to say? The teapot remained warm to touch. He poured himself another cup

Dumbfounded, he looked up. “Why?” “Because you’re my best friend,” Elwood stated plainly. “And I’ve read them both about a hundred times,” he chuckled. Star smiled sadly. “Well, thank you.” “Of course. You know, I saw Joaquin just a few days ago.” “Really? He didn’t mention it,” Star said, a tad surprised. “Yes. In Tomoika. He was haggling with a merchant, I think. He must be confident to lowball a dwarf.” Star laughed for the first time that night. They chatted well into the night, until it was time for Morningstar to leave. On his way out the

Elwood stood, like he’d forgotten something. He hurried into the next room, leaving Star to stare into an empty hallway and listen while he scrounged through piles of books. When he came back, he was holding two. “I have a gift for you. A couple, actually. I know you like to read. I also know that Ronbaru’s collection is rather dull. System generated fiction is… well, it lacks that bit of humanness that makes stories special. We’re lucky to have a few real authors among us, though.” Elwood held out a thick hardcover, plain but for a title and the author’s name. It was a faded shade of pur

“I’m tired, Stephen. Sit, please. Let’s talk.” Star agreed, but moved to clean up his mess before sitting. Elwood waved his hand, a quick flick of the wrist, as if to brush away the thought. “Ah, don’t worry about it. It’s no big deal. Leave it, and I’ll clean it up later.” “No, it’s my fault. I insist.” “Really, don’t bother. I don’t care. It’s just a bit of tea.” He tiptoed over the spread of cold liquid, taking a seat in the cushy chair. His hands were clammy, like they’d always get before a big show. Staring at his friend made him woozy. “What the fuck,” was all he

His chest was tight; restricted, like a bird in a cage. It was only a bad dream, he realized. He pinched himself on the hand. Nothing. He tried again. “It’s not a dream, Stephen. I wish it were, but it’s not.” Star spun, bumping the table. “It has to be! You can’t die!” Shattered pieces of porcelain littered the floor, and tea spilled out like thin amber blood. He stared down, taken aback by the sound it made. It was an explosion. Sharp, jagged fragments all separated from one whole. It was wrong. Elwood pulled him back to his senses. “But I will. And soon, I think.” “

"I'm glad I helped you out that day in the Town of Beginnings. You know, in that tavern. We've been through a lot, you and I. Who could have anticipated any of it?" Elwood stared up at the ceiling, crossing one leg over the other. A deadlock between anger, grief, and love waged on within Star. Part of him wanted to throw himself into a pit of monsters and another wanted to die there. The stronger part wished to be there for his friend, and so he stayed. He stood from the chair and stepped up to the window. The glass, covered in a sheet of rain, was difficult to see through. Beneath the st

"Do you see why I'm scared?" Yes. At any moment, Elwood could simply disappear. There was nothing Morningstar could do to stop it; no item in the game that could keep him safe from the dark destiny that gripped his friend so tightly. Morningstar had always imagined himself by Elwood's side at the peak of the castle, the one-hundredth floor. In an instant, that dream came crumbling down. He understood why Elwood was so afraid. He had found a home in Aincrad. To leave it for problems of a world in which he only existed in body… "I'm sorry," Morningstar finally said. "Don't

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"You aren’t him," Morningstar said, his face straight. "I am. Really, we all are. Nothing can last forever, Stephen. Not even a fraudulent king like me." Fraudulent was a harsh adjective to use. He was as close to a king as a player could become.. His guildhall was even a castle, and the members who lived there were loyal to no one but him. He was no fraud. "Sure, but that’s out of our control. Why run from it?" "You’re right. I am running." Elwood smiled, but his eyes told a different story. "I have a brain tumor, Star." In that moment, Morningstar's face revealed not