Morningstar

His shop was a mess. Swords and armor littered the workbenches in his office, mostly unidentified. He had procrastinated on a long list of items and let it pile up higher than usual. The plants on his window sill begged for water. He tried to keep up the habit, but it was so difficult to remember sometimes. He smacked his radio. Every day, it came closer to breaking down. Songs would play smoothly for a few tracks before becoming scratchy and staticy. Setting it back to normal took a not-so-gentle bump to the top every few minutes. It frustrated him. On his desk was a thick portfolio. She

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Morningstar took the lead, as suggested by Freyd. The Bastion came and went quicker than he had expected, and soon enough they were in Ki'Raion's territory. Beautiful rolling fields. They were one of a kind on this floor. "Okay," he said to the group. "Like we planned. Me go first. Y'all do your thing." In a flash, Star was across the way, close enough to touch the big cat. "Heya, pal. Sorry to bother you on this fine morning. Er—is it afternoon? Ah, semantics." It swatted at him with its tail, and would have hit him if not for his reflexes. He dodged a flurry of quick claws and lean

"Lost? Me?" Star chuckled. "No... of course not... never... it's bingo night in Coral," he admitted. A few button clicks and the trade offer was succinctly denied. Star wasn't going to rob the girl blind, especially for a quest that they could finish in a few minutes. The longest part really was the commute. "We'll put it on your tab, how 'bout that. You can owe me." Past the Bastion Wall Shrine and far into the Forbidden Lands, the came upon the only spot on Floor 19 that Morningstar could call beautiful. It was unfortunate that a giant flower-cat lived there; if it was unclaimed, S

Someone else doing the stunning was a new experience for him. Usually, that was his job. Acanthus and Pinball slapped the stunned Night King's Soldier around like it was a pinata, poking at its health and applying every DoT under the sun. Morningstar engaged last, activating Charge and speeding in like lightning. He struck the warrior in the stomach with a closed fist, the impact reverberating through the old man’s weathered armor. As the King's Soldier stumbled back, gasping for breath, the swordsman didn’t hesitate. In a fluid motion, he twisted his body, bringing his sword up in a swift arc

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Star looked over at Freyd, who'd come by just in time to see him kick a wolf. "No. I live here (apparently)." He didn't bother asking why Freyd was on the nineteenth. He was pretty sure nobody went there by choice. Ki'Raion again, Star figured. A newly familiar voice caught his ear. He recognized Meteor first and Acanthus second, but was happy to see them both. So, she was their customer today. "I can spare..." he looked at a watch that wasn't there "...about six hours. No more than that, though. I have plans." Freyd was still missing his olives. Morningstar, who didn't particul

"Oh good! You're here. Glad you got my message." "Uh. Yeah. Message." He listened to Freyd's oddly vague explanation, kicking himself at not checking his inbox more frequently. Apparently they were scheduled for a date with Ki'Raion. He had hoped for a warm meal and an early bedtime, but no such luck. Two newbies arrived, looking rather out of place in such a dreary town. They were also being looped in to Freyd's schemes (which were still unclear to him). Had they not been a pair of tier one players, Star would have found them a little scary looking. Especially the guy. He was

"Please do. I'm absolutely shaking in my boots," Star said, straight-faced. Nymoria went first, as she'd offered. They were greeted inside the grotto by the Iron Guardian. Star was unimpressed. He was bigger, and maybe a little scarier than the last two knights, but it was all a mirage; the same fight with a different title, really. His partner stunned the guardian with ease, and it collapsed back onto its thrown, limp. "Okay then. Too easy, no?" Star asked, clicking on Charge and crashing through the rest of the mobs fragile health bar. "That can't be it. What's next? Shouldn't

Morningstar was continuously impressed by his group—first by Levi, who had the voice of a banshee, and second by Acanthus, who did appear embarrassed by her fall in the slightest. "Yeah. Night King's. You're welcome to join. The more, the merrier. We're coming up on the camp now, actually." At the end of the trail, they came to a clearing. It was small, with a fresh layer of snow. A frostbitten lake spanned for miles, entirely frozen over. To their left, was Darian's camp. Levi covered his mouth, and his eyes had grown wide and teary. Darian's body was mangled and bloody, thrown

Morningstar didn't hang out around Floor 19. It was dark, gloomy, and full of weird mobs (and weirder people). There wasn't a lot going on in what was known as "Haven," and the Forbidden Lands were too foreboding for his liking. So, you may be wondering, what was Star doing there? Well... Wait. Hang on. He was pretty sure he had done this before. Urbus disappeared, and back Home he was. Only, it wasn't his beach house. It was the frickin' tent town again. "Dammit, dude," he stepped off the teleporter and this time made it four feet before a wolf attacked somebody. This time, the

Morningstar didn't hang out around Floor 19. It was dark, gloomy, and full of weird mobs (and weirder people). There wasn't a lot going on in what was known as "Haven," and the Forbidden Lands were too foreboding for his liking. So, you may be wondering, what was Star doing there? Well... "Teleport, home," he called, activating a teleport crystal. The lights of Ronbaru faded away, overtaken by seconds of blue while his body materialized in a new location. He expected the beaches of Raitoboru, with sun-bleached white sand and glistening ocean waves welcoming him back to his estate. Th

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"Not often. Once every two-hundred years, for the festival," he joked. "I live on 24, actually. Raitoboru Bay. I'm a warm temperature enjoyer as well. I've walked through this quest a few times, though, so I know the way. More or less. Felt like I should redo it again before I move on to part two. Jog the memory a bit, you know?" Star would never have noticed Pinball if it wasn't for Levi. He turned his head, bothered by the crunching of snow behind them, probably. A shriek left his lips, so loud that he thought the Night King himself had climbed off his icy throne to greet them. Nope. It

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It was humorous how quickly Star could go from an I-just-rolled-out-of-bed look to a full on red carpet look, and even funnier how comfortable he was switching back to leisure mode. For the wedding, he'd prepared his best suit and his favorite tie, but for the raid meeting he'd opted for something a little easier to wear. He loved Wulfrin, but the wedding's dress code and location didn't exactly work well together. Raitoboru Bay, he knew from experience, was too hot for much more than a swimsuit. Not wanting to shock the frontlines with the result of his regimented workouts, however, Star deci

Morningstar smiled, glad for the company, and the pair wandered over to Levi and his pal. As expected, Levi did not remember him. Star drew out the quest dialogue by showing interest in someone named Darian. Levi offered to join them, and Star agreed. He had never had a bad experience with the companion before, and the slingshot he wielded was kind of cool. "Off we go then," Star said. Whatever whiff of player Acanthus had noticed, Morningstar had not. On the way out of Snowfrost, Star equipped some more comfortable gear, as well as his sword. He didn't exactly need Levi to guid

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"Hey," Star called on his way into Sentinel Armaments. "A little commission for you. Quick and easy, I hope. I need to get his rapier fused with this... stick... it's technically also a rapier, so it should work. Let me know if there's any trouble though, I'll stick around." Wulfrin was always fast with fusions, and Star was always impressed, despite the system being made that way. He looked around at Wulf's wares, enjoying the art that was blacksmithing. He had considered it too, once, before settling on appraising items. He was never all that good at it, but it was an enjoyable hobby.

"A couple of items for fusion," Star said. He appreciated the item as an appraiser, but it wouldn't have suited him in practice. At least, he didn't think so. He placed the two capes down on the counter for Bahr to look over and waited for a yes or a no. While he waited, he recounted his demonic scales and gleaming shards to make sure he had enough on hand. He wasn't sure he had ever been to Bahr's shop. He found it difficult to find (as he did everything in the Town of Beginnings). It was a whole lot nicer inside than it was out. --- Fusion

At 9 AM sharp on a Tuesday, Morningstar stumbled into the Evening Star. In one hand, he carried both a mechanical boar and a tiny little ring made of the purest silver he could find. He was dead set on destroying both of them. More accurately, he would be requesting their fusion. "Morning, NIGHT," he said on his way inside. He tossed the required items her way, and gave her the information for the new item. It was a commission (that nobody had officially asked for), and he needed it done as quickly as possible. "One fusion, please and thank you." --- Fusions

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Star tried his absolute hardest to remember where he had seen the girl's face. Frontlines? He didn't think so. A party? Oh shit, was she from that birthday party he went to? “It’s… Honeydew, right?" No. No, she was not. Both her straight sword and her armor gave away her identity because they had once been his. Meteor was a pleasant sight. The sword had done him good for a very long time, and he was glad to see it helping another. Had he kept it, it would have collected dust in his shop for the rest of its career. "Morningstar," he corrected. "But, yes. From Honeydew & Hushwind.