Morningstar

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

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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

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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

Lotus leaned back slightly, the line drifting lazily in the water. "You know," he said thoughtfully, "patience is one of those things you never truly master. You think you have it, and then life throws a new challenge your way to test it again." "The trickiness of life," Star summarized. "Yes. It is tricky," Lotus gestured to the lake. "Like casting a line into deep waters—you never know what you’ll catch, but you must always be ready to reel in the unexpected." Star hummed in agreement. "You're very wise." "Many think wisdom is simply knowing things, but it is much more th

He retrieved his sword with a clean catch. Flicking slime off of it, he thanked Wulfrin for the assist. Raidou checked in on them, and Star replied with a succinct, "good." Morningstar was always in awe of Freyd's strength. It was incredible how quickly he could disperse the slimes, picking off many in a handful of quick attacks. The wave had been nearly destroyed, but for a few left staggered. Star joined his party, clicking his heels and charging into the nearest polyp. He hit it hard and strong, burning through its health bar and shredding its defenses. Unfortunately, it was not quite

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In sequence with Raidou's moves, Morningstar attacked the remaining Slime Worms. He grunted, swinging Dying Sun as hard as he could. The leftmost slime took the full force of his burst, spraying the far wall with green goo as it exploded. It quickly dissolved into nothing, and they were left with one enemy to slay. Star pivoted into it, slashing thrice before finding his sword stuck in its gut (or where it would have been if it had a gut). He tugged and tugged to no avail. He glanced over at this party, smirking awkwardly as he attempted to retrieve his sword. "Okay, someone just kill this thi

ok a little easier for you this time: 9500 col sent to banker. link to post Name: Toy Boar Your Profession: Appraiser Your Rank: Rank 5 Roll ID: 226953, 226954, 226955 (UNIQUE FOUND 226953! BD: 10 CD: 8) Roll Result: 16, 18, 20 Item Type: Trinket Tier: T4 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: HB, EVA II Description: A 3.5" mechanical boar. Wind it up and watch it walk around. Acquisition ID: 226940c Name: Silver Band Your Profession: Appraiser Your Rank: Rank 5 Roll ID: 226961, 226962, 226963 Roll Result: 14, 16, 20 Item Type: Trinket Tier: T4 Quality: Perfect Enhance

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The sun hung high above the horizon as Lotus and Morningstar sat side by side on a quiet dock. The former held a rod, while the latter wielded his sword. They had a strategy in place; Lotus would fish things up, and Morningstar would cut them down. It worked, and allowed them both to prioritize their strengths. The water shimmered with the fading light, and the occasional ripple suggested fish beneath the surface, though neither seemed too concerned about catching anything at all. The air was still, save for the soft sound of the waves lapping against the dock’s wood. Lotus leaned back in

Lotus chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling with warmth as he approached Morningstar. In his arms was the large chest, filled to the brim with col. It looked heavy, but the old man carried it as if it were an empty box. "Quite the pair, aren't we?" Lotus remarked, his voice carrying the weight of years, though his tone was light, almost playful. "We’ve known each other barely an hour, and yet here we are—victorious against opponents who have trained together for years." Morningstar, still catching his breath from the intensity of the final bout, gave Lotus a sideways glance. "Wasn't ex

Lotus, standing beside him, grinned widely and gave a slight nod of approval. They had done it—the tournament was theirs. A booming voice from the announcer echoed across the arena. “And the champions of today's tournament, with flawless scores, Morningstar and Lotus!” With that, the crowd surged forward, eager to catch a glimpse of the victors. Morningstar moved through them like a shadow, his mind elsewhere as Lotus followed, more than happy to soak in the glory for the both of them. A path opened before them as the festival attendants escorted the duo to the stage where their priz

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