Morningstar

They parted ways in Urbus beneath the sunset. They shared one last smile and Morningstar couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. She was like a flower about to bloom; a butterfly, freeing itself from the chrysalis. Elegant and strong. She rounded a corner and he was alone again. The partnership was nice, even if it was brief. It wasn't often he teamed up with another player. To his left was a tavern, and to his right some shops. To end the day, he decided to choose left. It was a decent little place, filled with shockingly respectful customers. They weren't too loud, but

Converting this thread to an SP due to the length of time between posts and because I don't think that Reyna will ever come back. Quest requirements have already been fulfilled. Shouldn't be any issues. Their long walk ended with the gates of Urbus. Koko did her best to lead them back to her home, and to avoid ruining the fun for her, they avoided telling her they knew the way. Koko ran to her mother the second she spotted her. "I'm sorry, Mama!" She wailed, her tiny arms wrapping around Choshi's waist as she buried her face into her shirt. "I-I won't get into trouble again, I-I prom

Kent scooped up the list in the midst of Morningstar's study. He paid for both of their drinks and stood from the bar, adjusting his jacket. "It was good to meet you, Morningstar. I'm sure I'll see you around." His departure was abrupt and ominous. Star was left to simmer with all that had been said. His mind raced to connect dots, but there simply weren't enough to pin together. Twelve names. Was the number significant or was it merely the current tally of the missing? Morningstar had once intended to investigate the disappearances himself. He recalled mentioning it to Vigilon, know

He absorbed Foyle's words, plotting out his next steps in his head. In the worst case scenario, he had one teleportation crystal. He could zap himself off Floor 28 right then and there, if he wanted to. Foyle seemed the type to come prepared. Morningstar imagined that he had considered doing the same. But so many questions remained unanswered. He whipped open his map once more. "I'd like to continue investigating, I think. Not in Glyndebourne, though. It's not safe for me here. I'll find a way outside of the city and see how far the Magistrate's influence extends," Star decided. He pinche

With a metallic clunk, Nari was over the fissure. Star reached out a hand to help her up. "Smooth. Like a gazelle," he joked. Their reunion was interrupted by the unfortunate soul that rounded the corner. A fifth Skyrat Raider. It was the duo's lucky day—they had been given the opportunity to take down another nuisance of a pirate. Eager to make things quick, Morningstar pressed forwards. He swiped across the Raider's chest, the stun from his Sword Art taking effect immediately. The pirate fell to the ground like a rock that, for some reason, had eyes and ears. "He's all yours," Morn

Ty's eyes sparkled with something other than fear. It was genuine intrigue. "Yeah," he agreed. "We'll start you off with something smaller than a five-headed dragon. I think the next part of the quest has you kill a boar. You should manage, but I'll be here if it gets to be too much." Speak of the devil. Trotting up the hill, seething with fury, came a large, round boar. It charged, kicking up dirt and dust in its wake. With a click, Morningstar let loose his blade. It screeched as it exited its scabbard, and glowed with an empowered sword art. Star stood between the mob and Ty, forc

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"Hmm..." He felt like he had no good answer to give Typhoon. He wasn't sure that supports used any different weapons than DPS or tank players. To his knowledge, it was a difference in skills. "You'd have to ask him. Whatever you need, though, I'm sure he'll have it." Morningstar didn't recognize the name Sunburst. It wasn't a name he had seen amongst the frontliners. If she hadn't seen their name on the Monument, then it at least meant that they were okay. "All sorts of things," he told her. "An undead king, a giant five-headed dragon, an overgrown moose. A big rock," he added sheepi

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He nodded, stopping by a pair of small boulders. They could sit a while and refresh themselves and get back to the search when they were reenergized. He tossed Etherial a pouch of water and a protein bar. "Sorry. Out of peanut butter. Hope you like mint chocolate." A swig of cold water was exactly what Star needed. He never realized how thirsty he was until he stopped to drink. He multitasked, keeping his torch raised while struggling to unwrap his snack. Once he'd finally gotten it, he sighed. It wasn't a flavor he particularly liked. The air was crisp on his skin. His eyes trailed

"I'd wondered where you found those words of power. Never thought to ask." He placed the unreadable book back on the shelf, neatly fitting it in with the rest. "I'd like the company. I'm not interrupting any fascinating reads?" He jested, peeking out around the corner. Corridors formed by bookshelves stretched out as far as Star could see. Tables in the center row sat unused and looked rather dusty, much like the books NIGHT had piled up. Maybe he was being harsh, but the library didn't appear to get much use. "So," he turned back to the girl, "Librarians? Staff? Anyone? I haven't se

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Cigarette smoke plumed through the dimly lit room, invasive as it infected the air. A hot breeze crept in through an open door and a black cat slumbered outside on the deck. The rhythmic ticking of a clock forbade silence and yet, not a soul at the table found themselves distracted. Through opaque sunglasses, East scanned his hand. His frown was telling; he held nothing of value. To his right, South puffed on a long pipe. He was older than the rest, and far more experienced. He played a careful game, making few mistakes. When he did lose, he did so calmly, and always showed respect to his oppo

Morningstar raised a brow. "You don't have a weapon? Seriously?" He didn't mean to sound so judgmental, and so he continued. "We can change that. I know a guy on Floor Twenty-two. His name's Wulfrin and he's a blacksmith. He owns a shop called Sentinel Armaments. Mention my name and I'm sure he'll hook you up with a weapon, and maybe some armor too. If that's what you like." "And there are staffs. And ranged-weapons too, actually. You've got room to experiment," he smiled. He lifted what he thought was a rock. It was revealed to be a giant beetle. He jumped, kicking it like a footbal

He dropped the two halves of string into Henry's jar and sealed it tight, placing it on the counter where Foyle had found it. He dropped to the floor, leaned against a large wooden cabinet, and sighed. It wasn't relief, nor was it sadness. It was exhaustion. Mentally and physically, Morningstar was drained. He listened and waited for the guards to pass them by. He could feel their heavy stomps through the floor boards as they raided Henry's shop. "Too close is right." Guards catching on to them was the last thing they needed. They were safe, for now, from the horrors of Glyndebourne.

Zackariah laughed. "Oh, yes, of course. I will have a reward prepared for you!" Off they went, leaving Zackariah and his alchemy shop behind. The old man seemed different from the last time they had met, but Morningstar could not place his finger on why that was. Maybe he'd had his hair cut or something. "He's nice—nicer than Dorian, anyway. A little bit forgetful, I've noticed. I don't think he knows who I am." Morningstar shifted through his menus, coming to his inventory. A few taps and his sword materialized at his waist. The boars were weak but frankly, so was Ty. It was wo

"Sure, let's do your place. I don't think I've been yet," Morningstar smiled, curious to see the spot they had picked out. If he remembered correctly, they were looking on Floor Twenty-two. Or was it Floor 11? He guessed he'd find out soon enough. Ciela caught him off guard with the sudden gift. The envelope was beautifully made. He wondered if she had crafted it herself. "What!? You're getting married!?" Morningstar was visibly shocked by the news. He probably should have seen it coming. "Congrats! And thank you! I'd love to come," Morningstar took the invitation graciously and hid

Quest | Previous Thread Floor Eight's forests were deep, dark, and full of danger. They arrived at night. In Morningstar's hand was a torch, small and light enough to wield alongside his sword. In a radius around the party, it lit their surroundings. It was plenty for them to see what was ahead. Etherial lacked Night Vision, and so Morningstar opted for an archaic light source instead. A day had passed since they had met in the Town of Beginnings. The girl agreed to accompany Morningstar on his quest in spite of the peril it put her in. He saw it as bravery. Perhaps it was foolishnes

Glad that she had chosen to accept the quest (and ultimately a bit surprised), he led her to Zackariah's shop. He had taken the route many times before, and knew it rather well. "Now, I'll warn you. This is the first of 3 'lessons,' I guess you could say. There's a bit of work to do before you can find Dorian's money. It's fun though. Probably," Morningstar shrugged. He tapped twice on the wooden door before pushing it open. The inside was just as he remembered it. A variety of different scents, coming from herbs and flowers, filled the room. They were strong, but not unpleasant. The old

Paragon Level 25 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, Free Skill Respec Current EXP: 158,032

"If you've got any bright ideas, I'm all ears right now!" Between the screaming raider and the groaning of the ship, Morningstar was barely able to process what Nari had shouted. He looked at the hole left behind in the floor and wall up ahead. It was jumpable, for him anyway. He wondered if it would be more difficult to Nari, considering her armor was much heavier. Outside, he noticed a cylindrical object toppling from above. His eyes lit up. "Escape pods! Somewhere higher up!" He yelled back, hoping to break through the excessive noise. With a firm kick, he knocked the Skyrat Raide

"I don't mean to be nosey," Kent chuckled. The man took a long sip from his mug, giving Morningstar the opportunity to look him over. He was not a player, and this surprised the swordsman. By the way he talked, dressed, and acted, Morningstar would never have guessed that he was an NPC. Lately, they appeared indistinguishable to him. He could have a conversation with an NPC and it would feel as though he were talking to a real life human. Sometimes, he thought it better. "Or, maybe I do," Kent said, setting the mug down. "Taft's not the safe place it once was, you know? What, with the mis

"Tanks and supports are the real carries. Us DPS players would die without y'all." Morningstar watched as Nari lit the man ablaze, following suit with an attack of his own. With no room for a long swing, he jabbed at the pirate, who was in no position to counterattack or parry. Before he could get close, however, the aircraft shook violently. Morningstar was pulled off balance. He clung to a pipe on the wall, shimmying across to a spot close enough to reach the Skyrat Raider. The raider flailed and screamed, his health bar ticking slowly as if the game was torturing him. The flames

"Well, hopefully not forever. But yeah, that makes sense to me." Dorian looked unamused at Ty's questions. Morningstar wasn't sure that anyone had confronted him so directly about his poor accounting skills. "Well..." Dorian stumbled on his words, "I have a few ideas. You might start with Zackariah, the alchemist. He's often doing projects for the town, so it may have been him that borrowed the money." Morningstar tapped his finger, practicing patience while Dorian exhausted his dialogue. He didn't want to spoil who the real money borrower was, and it wasn't because he thought Ty wou