Morningstar

It would take some precision to not kill the quest boss. It wasn't something that Morningstar was accustomed to. Generally, a quick end to a fight was ideal, but he wanted the sword art and cardinal had placed restrictions on it. It was fair enough, he thought. An unlockable ability was bound to have tall hurdles in its way. Freyd went after the leftmost head, while Zandra took on the one in the middle. That left Morningstar with the third and final head to battle. He shot forward, slamming into Head 3's jaw with a sharp uppercut. It would have dazed most opponents his size, but Inferno's

The city was as he had left it: bustling and busy. He rode in on time to return his horse. He and the local stablemaster had a rocky relationship, to say the least. The swordsman had a history of making late returns and often had to pay extra as a result of his tardiness. It was a bad habit, he could admit, but also frequently out of control. "Oho! Now, this is a rare sight," the stablemaster stroked his grown out beard. The NPC actually looked pleased for once. He even stood from his chair to greet the swordsman. "Hello, Percival." "Back early, are you?" Asked the stablemaster,

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"So how long have you been playing games?" Morningstar thought very briefly before giving his response. "How long ago did this one start? Eight—nine years, maybe? Geez, I'm getting old," he chuckled. "Anyway, that long. I'm not really a gamer. Or maybe I can't say that anymore. I was a Nintendo kid but lost interest and time as I grew up. This is my first, and probably last, real video game. Quite the choice, I'd say." People didn't ask about other's lives lives before the game, and he tried to do the same. His experience was that they were often taken aback by it or prickly with the

Before the treant could steal too much from the trees, the swordsman cut it down. A final slash through its midsection did the trick, severing perfectly in two. It decayed before his eyes, and the wood crumbled to blue dust. It floated in the wind, up towards the sky, disappearing in the sun's light. The sword's aura vanished. He returned it to the sturdy scabbard at his waist, taking one last look at the empty grove before retreating. His victory was not fruitless; he had been rewarded with a rare item. Blessing of the Wood was its title, and its effect was similar to the rooting ability

The evil feeling did not pass, coursing from his blade and through his body, shaking his very soul. The swordsman did not despise it in the same way he did his previous sword. The other took away his control; from him, it stole his mind. This blade, however, worked with him. It was an otherworldly source of power, but asked nothing of him but to be wielded. And so, in return for its strength, he did wield it, and would continue to until their communion no longer served either of them a purpose. Today, they were one, sword and swordsman. An upward stroke took a portion of the treant's

Zandra explained her history as a frontliner, sharing that her role and build had changed significantly over the years. "Healers are cool. I don't meet all that many," he told her. "I'm a DPS." The amusing conversation ended abruptly with the arrival of a wave of mobs. Their first encounter with the hell hounds was lackluster at best. The party made light work of the infernal trio, defeating them in a single rotation, ordered Freyd, Zandra, and then Morningstar. The blonde swooped in last, picking up the last hit on one of the hounds and feeling displeased with the lack of a loot dro

The fight began immediately. A dozen more tentacle-like roots poked out of the ground, flying towards him like javelins. He deflected a few with his sword while dodging the remainder. The gap between them was closed with a lunge. The swordsman grappled with his opponent, clashing against the silver-blue blade the treant wielded. Their weapons flashed, sparks flinging off the metal with each hit. They traded blows, but none of their shallow wounds could keep either at bay. Many times before, he had found himself in that exact position with a variety of differing foes. Whether it was a mons

Twisting roots threatened to tangle the swordsman, regrowing every time he cut them down. They spiraled around him, clinging to his arms and legs. His movements were restricted by the tightening roots. They crept up his body, fully engulfing him with their wrath. Enclosed in the heart of the forest, he suffocated slowly. Over and over, a single command repeated in his mind until a burst of red light cracked through his wooden cocoon. It ripped and tore through roots, exploding at the authority of the Forgotten King. The forest would obey him, or face death. The swordsman chopped, cut

The tea shop was still setting up stock, but Kingsley had asked Morningstar to stop by sometime before opening day. For his assistance on floor one a few days prior, the old man had prepared a gift. Morningstar took a step inside the tea shop and was instantly greeted by the multitude of aromatic teas. It was a quaint little store, and cozy at that. Kingsley had done a fine job decorating and setting up the store's layout. "G'morning," Star called through the shop, unsure of where he might find the little old man. "Ah, you're here! One moment!" Kingsley called back, rummaging through some

"Another happy landing," Morningstar quoted with a grin. He helped Nari to her feet, ignoring the obviously missing chunk of her health bar. She would heal it back up, eventually. "That was exciting. Skydiving's fun, yeah? We'll have to do it again sometime," he patted her on her plated shoulder. "C'mon. Let's go play heroes." Leaving her to follow, Morningstar jogged recklessly atop the midair ship. Near its back end was a way into the ship. Normally, it would have been sealed off during flight but whatever door was once there had been blown of its hinges. The blonde peaked inside.

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Morningstar thought he knew the black-haired swordswoman in reference, but the relevance was unclear to him, so he remained quiet. "If we're getting dinner, then the place better have karaoke. I want Nari to serenade us while we eat." Excluding Wulfrin made sense. He was probably the most broke of the four and they were grinding specifically to fund his short-term endeavors, not so they could bankrupt him with their poor eating habits. It likely wouldn't matter, though. Something told Morningstar that he would be the one paying. His luck was simply awful when it came to things like this.

Pulling himself from the wreckage, Morningstar gave a half-hearted thumbs up. "Yeah," he groaned. "A-okay. How's your health bar?" His was perfect, under the circumstances. He did a quick scan of their surroundings. There was no world where the pirates on Span 17 managed to follow them, but who could say what new enemies were waiting for them on the ground below the sky port. "Excuse me," Morningstar called to a nearby NPC. "Where abouts are we?" The NPC alongside, alongside a few others who had gathered around the crash site, ignored the question. The growing group seemed far more f

"Good," Morningstar grinned, steering his horse out of town. "Let's get going." The path they traveled was exactly as Morningstar had described. The bumpy plains outside of the Town of Beginnings stretched as far as the eye could see. They traversed them together, with Star in the lead. Eventually, Horunka came into view. Instead of stopping or passing through, they took a detour, circling around the settlement and passing it entirely. Along the way to the Stone Valley, they rode through three separate forests, and then one large one on the way into the valley. When they arrived at t

Morningstar returned within thirty minutes, his bag about fifteen pounds heavier than it had been when he left. "You're quick," he laughed, stepping up to the counter to retrieve his sword. It looked even better than he had expected. Wulfrin was growing into quite the blacksmith. Star was impressed. "Nice twist with the bird," he said, in reference to the Sentinel Armaments logo engraved on the blade's guard. The vines matched the other item's he had ordered from NIGHT, as did the brass. It was a fine addition to his collection. "Thanks. Got a quest in mind with your name on it, by the wa

"Nonsense. You'll be fine," Morningstar assured the girl. "I've been around the combat block a few times. If anything does show up, I'll take it out." Morningstar took the position of guide for the party. He knew the floor like the back of his hand and had done his research before showing up for the quest. He knew where the cave was located and the best route to get there. "If we go by horse it'll be quickest. It's not protected, but we should be safe along the road. We can ride past Horunka, towards the Stone Valley. The trip's not so bad. We'll cut through the forests; the cave isn't to

The next point of his journey was Sentinel Armaments, the abode of Wulfrin. Morningstar entered through the front door and greeted his friend. At the counter, he filled out a custom order. He needed a straight sword, and rather than appraise his own, he thought it would be nice to commission someone else for a change. "Think you can do this?" He asked, listing the single enhancement that he needed. "I've got some more errands to run, so shoot me a message whenever you're finished. I'll watch my mail," he smiled, leaving Sentinel Armaments behind. He checked his list to see where his

"Hi, NIGHT." He was dressed in a tan button down, probably made from linen. The top three buttons were left unused. A bag hung over his shoulder, full of what would appear to be random knickknacks to any onlookers. It was old-fashioned; he had an inventory, but sometimes he still liked to use bags. He took a short look over her wares before picking out an item. His choice was a bit feminine, but he wasn't one to care. He liked the brass and the leaves and the vines. "This and this," he said, sliding over a custom order and sending a small sum of col her way. *** Purchasing

"Good to meet you, Zandra." Morningstar gently shook the glass. Ice cubes slammed against its walls, clinking as they bumped into each other. "You make a good point, Freyd. It's not very appetizing," he stole a portion of Gugnir's Shard and in quick succession consumed it and the amber liquid. It burned his throat on the way down. It was much worse than he expected and probably would not pass a health inspection. He slammed the glass back on the counter, and got up from his uncomfortable seat at the bar. "Okay, let's get to work. Cerbie's a tricky one," he explained to Zandra, "I've been

"Intruders!" A guard shouted. "After them!" Came another. A small squadron of Fae worked on extinguishing the fire that Morningstar had strategically set. The two that could step away from the burning tree chased after him and Oji, who were racing to the large door that was now unguarded. Oji rushed through first, with Morningstar following from the rear. He shut the door behind him, drew his blade and used it to jam the handle. Oji was busy looking around at the room they had waltzed into. Organic tubes ran across the ceiling and upper walls, fitting neatly into large pods. The

His blade fell upon a spectral looter with a heavy slam. The weight and shape of Bleeding Giant caused rough severing rather than clean slices. The looter crumbled away like dust in the wind. He must have taken down a bad looter because it dropped nothing of value. Maybe it was new to the hoarding hobby. His attention turned to Freyd. "The High Fields of Crossing are probably among my top ten places in the game. Beautiful place. I haven't been in forever," he droned off, reminded of the past. There were places he no longer visited for reasons he tried not to think about. The High Fie

"Woah. You guys look cool. I'm just a smoke machine," Morningstar said, green mist spiraling his limbs. He didn't mention Kat's hair. It looked fine, but he preferred the blonde. He was most jealous of her bow. Sure, Death's scythe was the most wonderful thing he had ever held, but how many people could say they'd used a bow in game? There's always next time, he thought. No socialization time would be permitted, however, as Nari had begun their next fight: the Apocalypse, or something. Two Blightbound Monstrosities shot out of the ground, immediately stunned by the purple-haired knig

An order for Wulfrin: Junking the following unids: T4 Uncommon Consumable | IDs: [220058] [219983] [219984b] T4 Rare Consumable | IDs: [219986a] T4 Perfect Consumable | IDs: [219988a] T4 Rare Armor/Shield | IDs: [220059] T4 Rare Trinket | IDs: [220042] [220043] [220045] [219988b] T4 Rare Weapon | IDs: [219984a] [219986b] T2 Rare Trinkets [220243] [220233b] [220231] [220439] T2 Perfect Consumable [220233a] T2 Rare Consumable [220443a] T2 Rare Weapon [220427c] T2 Rare Armor/Shield [220276] [220406b] [22044b] Return: 17,575 col Junking the following failed