Morningstar

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summary. | col: 129,280 (id) - 53,500 (junk) = 75,780 | 03/02/2025 | total: -38,560 | [link] | 03/03/2025 | total: -37,220 | [link] rolls. items.

Aha! A sale! Morningstar cannot help himself. -- Purchasing the following: Potion of Vicious Dragoon-Fang | DMG 3 (T1) 221225 Salve of the Poisonous Dragon | TX VEN (T4) 221997 Potion of Armoured Dragon-Scale | MIT 3 (T4) 222569 Crystal of the Blood Dragon Horde | HP REC 1 (T1) 223198 | 223199 | 223796 | 223797 | 223798 | 223799 | 223780 | 223788

"KP's a real maybe. It's a spooky place. I wouldn't be shocked to find out the sword was there." "Can we axe the labyrinth too?" Bee asked. "How come?" "I think it's been cleared." Beneath furrowed brows, Morningstar studied her face. “Oscar was heading there, last I checked. You think clearing it caused the quest to begin?” Bee only nodded. It was no more than a guess, and hardly educated at that. But she was confident. Morningstar trusted her gut. If the labyrinth was cleared, he figured that the sword would be elsewhere. Why steal from the labyrinth only to stay the

An uproar in Ilridge followed the introduction of Fatal Error. Everybody wanted to be the one to find the so-called Sword of Kings and the general consensus was that it would be hidden somewhere on Floor 29. Thankfully, the wave of players skewed higher in levels; the safe zone dwellers had learned their lesson the first time and (for the most part) did not want a repeat of day one. Morningstar and Bee could hear them from the base. The TA outpost was located in Ilridge, near the center. The guild collectively decided that it was best not to position themselves too close to the teleporter

He took Bee down the hall, away from the creature. A health crystal and a snack was the best treatment Morningstar could come up with. She was tough. She had been inches towards death, but she was okay. The paralysis wore off quicker than either of them expected. It killed Morningstar that he had been stupid enough to let her anywhere near the Shambler, knowing full well what her level was. He left her to herself, but stayed near by in case she needed him. It wasn’t a safezone, but mobs usually steered clear of the outpost, choosing their lives over succumbing to Morningstar’s blade. He r

Morningstar weaved past Baldur, sneaking in a few swift punches. The Spectral Knight reeled, unable to balance itself due to the reapplied stun. It toppled over, the heft of its armor crashing to the ground. It lay there, as still as a statue, unable to react to their onslaught of attacks. All the while, he kept an eye on his party members. They were strong, and he knew that, but Acanthus was off. She always was, a little--ever since their spat at the bandit camp. She wouldn't meet his eyes, positioning herself as far away from him as possible. When she did speak (and she never directly s

"If it's any consolation, the NPC's should respawn if we are able to reverse it." Morningstar considered the sentiment. It wasn't impossible. One of the benefits of NPCs was the ability to respawn--something that players could only dream of. Respawning was required of quest NPCs in particular, since they needed to be reused on a frequent basis. The lighthouse keeper, a key player in the quest, likely fell under the category of a Quest NPC. Even if the others didn't respawn, he thought it probable that the lighthouse keeper would. "Worth a shot." Outside, the storm raged on. Thei

thread summary Morningstar 5128 EXP | (8601/10)*8*0.6=4128 + 1000 [Quest] 15883 col + 769 [Laurel Wreath] <<Brawler>> Acanthus 4612 EXP | (8601/10)*7*0.6=3612 + 1000 [Quest] 15883 col + 691 [Laurel Wreath] <<Brawler>> Teion 3580 EXP | (8601/10)*5*0.6=2580 + 1000 [Quest] 15883 col + 537 [Laurel Wreath] <<Brawler>>

A trade menu materialized before Morningstar offering a single debuff song. He spammed buttons as quickly as he could while the boss' aggro was elsewhere. When the item was secured in his inventory, he advanced. Morningstar's sword ignited, glowing boldly in the dark of the sewers. He charged in after Wulfrin's attack, singling out the healthiest duplication of the Slime King and driving his weapon through its gelatinous body. Flames sprouted from the wound, slowly climbing until the creature was engulfed. He retreated to safety and played the song. The melody was somber, but b

Morningstar took the parchment, clueless of the cage in the corner of the room. He took a moment to read the last words of the lighthouse keeper. He dropped into the closest chair, sinking as he stared at the bug-eyed creature--no, the lighthouse keeper. The town's were empty now, void of NPCs, but their traces remained. Lanterns flickered in abandoned homes. Food and drink still sat in untouched pantries. Books, toys, tools--all scattered and forgotten. He buried his head in his hands. How many of you have I killed? Every creature he'd fought--every human he'd slaughtered.

It was illogical to assume that they were facing the same knight he had encountered before. They all looked identical, with nothing to indicate that one was different than the other. Their ability to print themselves onto nearby non-players only made it worse. He couldn't tell what he was fighting--whether it was the original or a copy. A tentacle shot out from the darkness, coiling around Morningstar's leg and squeezing tight. His gaze met the Shambler's dull, insectoid eyes. Wounds covered its gangly body, but its health bar remained barely intact, held together by sheer luck. It fought

He followed Wulfrin to the living room, looking over his shoulder at the final puzzle. The vile nonogram taunted him, as if daring him to solve it. Morningstar stared back, trapped between giving it a go and resorting to trial and error on the combination lock. Giving in, he sat down and began to scribble in boxes with the pencil he had stolen from the previous room. It took ages, but eventually, Morningstar cracked the nonogram. He nudged Wulfrin, who was still looking for clues, to follow him to the base of the tower. He knelt down, hands scrambling the lock at the bottom of the st

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So Morningstar did, and what it spat out was nonsensical at a glance. He scribbled it down in the same notebook as the puzzle, reading it over in his head a few times before sharing with Wulfrin. rainbowssinsworldwondersheaven. rainbowssinsworldwondersheaven. rainbowssinsworldwondersheaven. rainbowssinsworldwondersheaven. He picked apart the words. "Rainbows sins world wonders heaven?" Staring blankly at Wulfrin, he pondered the words. Then, after some time, a lightbulb went off in his head. "Oh, shit!" He underlined words as he rattled off his realization. "The number of c

Smix was a stretch, but it was better than nothing. While Wulfrin grasped at straws, Morningstar further explored the bedroom. Another book—this time a novel—sat on the nightstand. The title read, "Love Among the Lichens by Scarlett Burbadge." The book was unfamiliar to him, so he wondered if the author was real or fictitious, created quest immersion. He opened it and skimmed the first few pages. It was a romance novel, he gathered. It wasn't his genre. The desk opposite to him had far more interesting items on display. He sat down and pulled the lamp cord. It illuminated the room well en

Morningstar had know idea what the last bit of the riddle was referring to, but Wulfrin's theories for the previous two parts had weight. He knelt down to look at the combination lock. Four numbers were required to open it. With a curled fist, he knocked on the door. "Hello? Any lighthouse keepers home?" He waited a second. And then another. Nobody replied. They returned from the tower with more questions than answers. The next room they found was clearly a bedroom—presumably, it was the lighthouse keeper's. The bed was made neatly with no indication that anyone had slept in it

"Let's call it five," Morningstar corrected, joining from the rear. He was elbow deep in an inky black mess. He wasn't even sure what kind of creature it was anymore. Tentacles constricted around his arm, tightening the more he struggled. Somehow, despite being impaled by a spear-like jab, it lived on. His free hand burned golden and he sliced his way out of the monster's grip. He was disheveled; his normally pristine jacket was in tatters and it looked as though he'd been playing in the dirt. Nevertheless, his smile remained. The ruination of his Ilridge outpost left him frustrated

"Well, okay then," he shrugged, moving on from the kitchen despite Wulfrin's warning to not split up. "Dromedary it is." He found himself drawn to a dark room at the far end of the dwelling. It led to the tower, he found. A staircase spiraled up the lighthouse, clearly stopping at the top, where the light was. One step at a time, he ascended. The gate at the top was already open. He assumed the lighthouse keeper had forgotten to lock it and climbed the ladder, pulling himself into the lantern room. The first thing he noticed was the writing on the ceiling. What can be found in t

He scavenged the opposite end of the kitchen, hunting down any clues that might hint towards the location of the lighthouse keeper. He dug through cupboards, pocketing a bundle of herbs before Wulfrin called back to him. When his guildmate mentioned a shopping list, Morningstar joined him. "Unicorn," he said, pointing at the third scramble on the list. The camel struck him as odd. The other two words, bound by mythology, did not have drawings attached to them. So why a camel? There wasn't an obvious link between them. Camels were very real creatures, unlike the other two. N

The foghorn sounded loudly as they approached, drawing the ship in. The rocky waves made it difficult for them to dock, but thankfully, the boat wasn't their own. Morningstar settled for a rough landing, aiming the boat straight for the craggy shore. They collided with a smash, slowing with the breaking of their wooden sloop. Once they were nestled tightly in the rocks, they abandoned ship. The lighthouse stood tall, casting a glow from up above. They hurried inside the small stone shelter attached to it, desperate to escape the ceaseless storm. As they entered, a new quest was added to t

WARNING: Spoilers for <<To Shine a Light>> you may want to write the quest first. it's fun. do it. Morningstar | Lv.77 | HP: 860/860 | EN: 122/122 Morningstar, deep in his work, had completely missed Wulfrin’s party leaving the outpost. He scribbled and scrawled vague notes in undecipherable shorthand. In a cage across the room was a Shambler. It lay so still, one might have thought it dead. Graycott Point was still fresh in his memory. If he listened hard enough, he thought he could hear the toll of the foghorn through the ruckus outside. When he looked at his cap

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