Morningstar

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Thread Rewards Morningstar: 14884 EXP | (14884/5*5) Vigilon: 20837 EXP | (14884/5*7) Krysta: 20837 EXP | (14884/5*7)

i am the only one left in this thread so i will be closing it here. As suddenly as it had begun, the battle came to a conclusion. With the burning elementals vanquished, Morningstar voiced their options. "The raid is beginning soon. We don't have time to chase after those guys and join our teams inside the labyrinth. I'll be splitting from the group here, unless you three also intend to head to the boss fight. Otherwise, I wish you the best of luck. I'm happy to figure out this mess afterwards, if you need me. Just shoot me a ring." He hated to abandon them abruptly, but there w

A perk to living on Floor 24 was easy access to neighboring beach parties. Although his house was perfect for hosting, Morningstar preferred to let others do the honors. The less cleanup he had to do, the happier he was. The message from Bistro came in unexpectedly. He was home at the time and thought it would be easier to head their alone rather than meet up with his guildmates somewhere else. They would find each other at the beach (eventually). He packed a small bag with a towel, a book, and a bottle of water and went on his way. To the group, he announced his departure. ms: omw.

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Arabelle disengaged, cradling NIGHT. Logically, Morningstar thought that he should do the same. The boss was high in the air, a spiral of flame and energy enveloping him like a cocoon. Any second now, Morningstar was going to be blown up by whatever the hell Belregor was charging. It was time to move. And yet, he stayed put. In contrast to the others, Jomei's feet were planted firmly. The violinist showed no signs of moving. If he wasn't to dodge, then what gave Morningstar the right? Belregor drained power from the Black, channeling it into a could-be raid wiping attack. Second

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The fight is chaotic. Belregor has taken a new form. This time, his face matches Arabelle's, and at first glance, Morningstar can't tell who is who. His focus is diverted, not only by the raid boss that manages to blend in with his friends, but by the sudden influx of damaging ailments that attack him. Panic rushes in. Dodging a sword is no trouble for Morningstar, but burn, bleed, and blight are another story. His display is cluttered with effects, predominantly negative. His health bar ticks down, at first due solely to frostbite. A trade request appears centerfold. It's from Lessa. He

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Morningstar's complete misunderstanding of Pollux's plan worked (regardless of her disbelief). The barrier that held them back from attacking the Leech Lich had been destroyed, leaving everything open to their attacks. Pollux disabled the boss with a well-placed sword art. Morningstar kicked low, sweeping through the freshly spawned Stygian Warriors, and jabbed at the lich's midsection. His hand jetted through its undead body, fracturing the health bars hovering up above. It fought back, scratching at Morningstar with boney fingers. He ignored the damage, flipping over the lich and kickin

Acanthus tightened around his arm. Through shaky, uncertain words, she pleaded with him to do what he had to to protect their team. From her perspective, that meant going so far as to kill her if she acted against them. Clear-headed, collected, he watched her speed into the fray once more. He wasn't going to kill her. He didn't even need to take a limb. "I'll just stun you," he muttered inaudibly. He didn't get the chance to argue. He didn't get the chance to reassure her that things wouldn't go wrong. Regardless, it wouldn't have helped. He knew that there was a chance she would spiral,

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Morningstar took note of Mari's fishing skill. As far as foraging went, he was pretty much useless, but he appreciated the hobby of fishing. He tossed a Hellstorm her way, which came as a surprise to Mari. "No trouble. A little damage boost goes a long way here," he smiled. Idly, he cleaved through another platoon of dragons. Years of farming ingrained the habit into his brain and body, leading to instinctive, thoughtless movements. He talked as he went. "The flowers are a little strong here. I like it though. It's a nice change from the rest of the maze." A wave of col flooded

"Morningstar," he smiled back. Mari's voice shifted at the word people. Star caught it, but figured that she was just a little awkward and ignored it. "Nemo's friendly. More or less, anyway. He doesn't take kindly to strangers messing with his garden, but if you're quiet about it you can get away with farming mobs and fishing and such." He hadn't seen the caretaker in his dragon form since their first encounter. Even now, it shocked him that the meek man could become so vicious. Even so, Mari looked strong. She carried herself in a way that screamed capable. Nemo wouldn't be much of a pro

summary. | col: 26400 (id) - 17800 (ms junk) - 6975 (mari junk) = 1625 | 07/15/2025 | total: -1625 | [link] rolls. junk. items.

"Ancient indeed," Morningstar said, examining the low tier items. "All junk unfortunately. If you need col and you have items worth selling, I'd take them off your hands." 7.15.2025 Trading Hall III active - 1 free reroll per unid. For Mari: For Me: total cost = 26400 - 17800 - 6975 = 1625 col to banker

Morningstar was quickly greeted by Nemo. The caretaker had stopped tending to his plants to see him, although he admitted that he couldn't stay to chat long. "You look well," the gardener said. "Same to you," Star smiled. "The garden looks lively as ever." Roses were in bloom, Morningstar noticed. He also noticed that another player was walking towards them. Immediately, he recognized her. She had come by his shop just the other day, with little col and a few items in need of appraisal. Oh. Now this is interesting. The orange cursor remained high above her head. Twice

The Paradise Islands were a hop, step, and a jump from Star's house. He went from time to time, although he preferred Raitoborou bay for its lack of sea monsters. But sometimes, sea monsters were exactly what you needed. He sat on the rocks, away from the water, and stuck his head in a book. It was his own: a leather-bound journal filled to the brim with untidy handwriting and surprisingly polished sketches. How he could do one but not the other astounded the few people he let into his books, but he thought it was very normal. A group of six battled the local crab. It looked like the

summary. | col: 6,080 (id) - 10,800 (junk) = -4,720 | 07/14/2025 | total: +4,720 | [link] junk sale

"Looks like it's your lucky day. You get a discount," Morningstar said. "Here's some col back. No uniques, though. Sorry." 7.14.2025 Trading Hall III active - 1 free reroll per unid. sending back 8,184 to Mari

WARREN | Approved. Total EXP: 5000 Total SP: 55 Current Level: 11 Paragon Level: 0

Morningstar eyed the pool of unidentified items. It wasn't often a broke player killer wandered into his store. He played along curiously. "A little over 18,000 col for these, but the junk items will offset the cost." He ran the math in his head. "You're looking at... 11,420 col total." @Mari -- can do tmrw afternoon !!