Morningstar

thread summary Morningstar receives: 2999 EXP | (1419/5) * 9 + 420 [field boss] * 1.01 17357 col | 386 [p15] + 16800 [loot] * 1.01 2 materials 1 mon 1x Watcher's Extract | (T4/Consumable/Single Use) | For the rest of the thread, consecutive attacks against the same target will raise the user’s base DMG by 1. This effect stacks up to three times and resets as soon as targets are switched, or an AoE attack is used.

Their weapons interlocked, and the scraping of iron on stone echoed through the tunnels. Rocks crumbled from the ceiling and walls, tumbling into the pool below. The water splashed and rippled. Morningstar weaved his blade past the Watcher's staff, slicing the boss' arm. In retaliation, it smacked him in the waist hard enough to crack something. Morningstar staggered backwards, nearly dropping into the pool himself. He raised his sword to strike once more but found his body to be stiff, unmovable. It's gaze was piercing, brighter than a glow stone in the dark of the cave. He concentrated

The audition was short. It wasn't his first time, but Stephen had been too young to remember much of his past auditions. When he was smaller--maybe three or four years old--he had done minor roles in film and television. They didn't make him memorize lines back then. Often times, scenes required kids to simply be there and exist. Maybe he was on screen for a few dozen seconds. Maybe a couple of minutes. Auditions for roles like that were quick and easy. He thought this one might be longer, but it was over after ten minutes and then he was on his way home. The assistant said something to M

For brief instances, the cave would light up upon the activation of Morningstar's sword arts. Then, it would fall back to darkness. Without his night vision, Morningstar wouldn't have been able to see much of the Watcher. The consistent attunement to light made it difficult to adjust fully to the dark. But the green filter over his eyes made the field boss perfectly visible. He could see it stone grey skin; its long, boney fingers; its filmy, bug wings. Its eyes were its most notable feature, though. Even drowning in the void, he could have seen those burning white eyes. They were pupilless, b

"Stand here, please," the assistant positioned him on top of a square of black tape in the center of the room. Fluorescent lights gave the room an ugly, yellow tint. They hurt his eyes, so he tried to focus on just one thing. He picked the camera. "Please say your name, your age, and a fun fact about yourself into the camera," the assistant smiled, taking a seat at a foldable white table. Clearly, and feigning confidence, he did so. "My name is Stephen Star, I'm seven years old, and I like to skip stones." Next to the assistant was the casting director. A man with glasses opera

Morningstar ducked below the Watcher's staff. He moved every which way, but the Watcher's eyes stayed pinned on him regardless. Using rocks as leverage, he leaped for high ground and dug his sword into the roof of the cave. Rock came loose and crumbled down on the ancient behemoth. It dazed him, but only for a moment. Its staff tore past Star's head, grazing his cheek and leaving behind a shallow red mark. Star moved right, dropping and driving Dying Sun into the field boss' side. He expected a groan, a shout, a screech--some indication that the monster felt pain--but nothing left it

Stephen fidgeted with a toy truck while waiting for Mom and Dad to fill out his paperwork. Dad promised him a trip to the lake if he behaved himself, so he sat quietly next to the other children, pretending they weren't there. He shifted uncomfortably. They all looked identical to him, and there were so many in the cramped waiting room. He stared at the backs of Mom and Dad, wishing they would hurry up and sit next to him. The walls were down and all of the doubles could look in. He needed them back up. They finished and took seats on either side of him. Mom whispered affirmations in his

The Underground Waterfalls had to lead somewhere, and Morningstar discovered that one came to a stop in the Geode Cache. The waterfall, which became a river, ended with a pool roughly the size of his mansion. The pale red water was slow-moving; a partial dam stopped the river from flowing properly. Morningstar launched a stone. It skipped across the water seven times, but he would have told you eight. It splashed gently over seconds until coming to a stop with a loud plop that echoed through the cavern. He tossed another. And then another. Underground, there was end to the supply of rocks

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His name hung in the air, but which direction did it come from? Behind him? From his left? A moon-beast jumped at him, tearing his leg open with claws as thick as blades. He knocked it aside with a grunt. Acanthus came into view. It appeared opening his inventory to find his sword would have been a waste of seconds, seeing as it was in her hands the whole time. “I’m sure it would have returned to your inventory eventually, but I… I was worried.” His shoulders dropped and his breath settled. Someone else (Freyd, he thought) spouted off something from the side, but Morningstar ign

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Thread Closing: @Simmonereceives 1 Guild Token as Treasurer of Firm Anima (3 members in thread) Freyd receives: 18695 EXP (Word Count [5042/5*18] +3% Guild Rank) 3365 col (0 page [0] + 15% P5 Reward [2804] +3% Guild Rank) 1 Mon 1 Guild Token Elora receives: 5193 EXP (Word Count [5042/5*5] +3% Guild Rank) 934 col (0 page [0] + 15% P5 Reward [778] +3% Guild Rank) 1 Mon 1 Guild Token Katoka receives: 7269 EXP (Word Count [5042/5*7] +3% Guild Rank) 21658 col (0 page [0] + Loot [20350] + 15% P5 Reward [1090] +3% Guild Rank) 2 mats (loot [2]) 1 Mo

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Morningstar watched Freyd play with the knight. For a tank, he really didn't do much tanking. He moved from side to side, dodging each and every swing of the Spectral Knight's sword. It looked a little silly from a spectator's point of view, so Morningstar giggled. Maybe he was just tired. Ciela missed again. He didn't laugh at that. That would be rude. One more thumbs up would do the trick, though, so he curled up his hand again. "Nice try, nice try." He paired his attack with a bear trap, a Callisto drop that had been lost in the bowels of his inventory for centuries. He wasn't rea

"That's Stephen Strange. He's a wizard. I don't think he's real. I'm Stephen Star. I was in a toilet paper commercial once. "And it's not gambling if you always win," he added. He whispered to Acanthus, "why's he saying McMuffin?" before stringing off to a different drake. When they were giant and trying to kill him, he felt a lot better about fighting back. Stepping on babies was one thing, stabbing adults was another. He was learning where his morals lay. He struck the drake matriarch in the side, but its thick, scaly hide took the brunt of the damage. Now, Morningstar only ne

He paddles gently, blind to what's in front of him, slowly following the flow of the river. The water babbles beneath his boat, rocking him back and forth. In the real world, seasickness would have taken him. Here, it doesn't seem to matter. He wonders why that is. Aside from the river, he can hear birds. It's strange. He has never seen one on the Zero, but knows they are there, somewhere in the dark. They sing beautifully, chirping to one and other from perches high above. These ones he recognizes. Someone on the Treefrog once told him their name, but he has since forgotten. He hears the

+20 skewer rolls | protein 2 -40 materials

Anomaly | Morningstar & Bee +2 Support Actions

thread summary Morningstar: 7604 EXP | (4753/5)*8 1140 col | 1140 [p15] 1 guild token 1 mon Bee: 950 EXP | (4753/5)*1 400 col | 400 [1 page] 1 guild token (sent to bistro) 1 mon

The knights charged together. Morningstar shouted the first location that came to mind and disappeared. The Trackers Alliance outpost, now a ruined mess, vanished before him. The chirping of birds filled his ears, and the quiet bubbling of a river. Coral came into view. Obviously his subconscious needed a vacation. He stepped off the teleporter and into the peaceful town. Standing in the street dressed in mangled clothing and covered in deep wounds, he looked like the victim of a horrible accident. He was left to figure out what to do next. Find Bee? Go back to the guild hall? R

By now, it’s tentacular arms had regrown. It poked through the bars of the cage, stretching out to strangle the injured player, but Morningstar lay just out of reach. A winded cough exited his throat as he gasped for air. As the knight approached, its dead eyes drifted to the Shambler. It held out a hand and touched one of its tentacles. The Shambler began to change. Morningstar’s eyes grew anxiously. He made a strange, confused sound and scrambled to his feet, picking up his scratched up blade along the way. The Shambler contorted into positions that were even more uncomfortable tha

Blood pixels drifted from Morningstar’s battered body, dispersing in the wet air. He winced, pulling his leg from the rubble of a crumbling building. Rain-soaked hair fell into his eyes as he cleared through rocks and stones to free himself. The knight clambered towards him at a walking pace, as if to taunt him. Morningstar crawled on all fours, jolting into a sprint when he could find his balance. His leg cried out, a dull burning sensation limited only by pain inhibitors. He ignored it the best he could. The knight was on his tail. He made it to the guild base first, but the knight

Zamek walked ahead of the trackers. He was spry for his old age. How old was he now? 120? 130? He sure looked it. His leathery skin was dark and spotty, from sun exposure no doubt. It aged him tenfold. Realistically, he couldn't have been much older than seventy. Myst looked tired. It was hard to tell with cats, though. Morningstar always thought they looked tired. He hoped his water would cheer her up. It couldn't have been comfortable under all that fur. The wind kicked up. Star wondered if a storm was on the way. They happened so frequently in the desert that he wasn't sure whethe

"It's an old superstition. I don't know if I put much weight in it. I think it's biblical, but who knows really," Morningstar shared. "I mean, western buildings tend to renumber the thirteenth floor, but the floor still physically exists. I think it's just become another way for companies to cater to the consumer," he rolled his eyes. Everything was marketing. A bright wisp danced in the corner of his eye. The floor's spirits weren't exactly what he meant, but it appeared Yue Hua understood this. "Really? I can't say I've been so lucky. I think I've seen ghosts in the game--players who sh