Morningstar

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Stunned, Nemo dropped to the ground. They had taken their victory without a scratch on them. Their synergy was good, a testament to their long-lasting friendship and span of experience together. When the stun wore off, Nemo admitted to his defeat. Nemo collapsed to the grassy meadow, the dragon crumbling away to reveal his human form once more. Managing to sit up, he stared at Morningstar and Joaquin with tired eyes. "You're strong, aren't you..?" he mumbled, rubbing his neck sheepishly. The swordsman were shocked to hear the words leave the gardener's mouth. "I'm not used to being beaten

"I see that you two found each other," Nemo said, not looking up at the pair. The gardener seemed agitated, as if he was less than pleased to see them. "No thanks to you," Joaquin said, to which he received a punch in the shoulder from Morningstar. "That's true, I suppose. Originally, I had intended on showing you the full extent of my garden. But you have done nothing but desecrate it since you arrived," Nemo began to grow in size the more he spoke, his health bar following suit. A new name appeared above his head: Nemo, the Wind of Gaia His cursor turned red, signaling hostili

"I mean, what's worse—dying or going to prison?" Morningstar lunged at a pirate, decapitating the skyrat in a single swipe. "Actually, don't answer that. Also, I'm about 40% sure that it's definitely enterable. I see no other reason to be so specific about people not entering." Morningstar looked up at his stats when Nari brought up her energy. His health bar was slowly rising but his energy was falling as well. He only had a handful of sword arts left in him. "I don't remember my broker telling me about any of these mobs during our conversation. I'm running out of juice too. Maybe it's t

Ol' Hookless Hand crumpled to the ground with one last swing of Morningstar's blade. Bleeding Giant cut through him like butter, and then it was on to the next opponent. He focused on singling out the pirates one at a time, taking each one down with as few movements as possible. It got exhausting, swinging that big old sword around. He was built for shorter fights, and usually preferred to go one-on-one rather than two-on-one-million. "Look at this guy," Morningstar said, locking blades with a skyrat who was exerting far too much energy trying to best him. "Does he look afraid to you? The

Morningstar slammed his fist into the face of the final dock guard, knocking him to the ground, dazed. He spun his sword coolly, sticking into the mobs gut. It exploded in defeat, leaving them with only skyrat pirates to deal with. He continued his battle with Hook Hand, listening to Nari simultaneously. "Hey," he swiped threw the pirate's wrist, turning him into Hookless Hand, "I recall you wanting to stand and fight! Worst comes to worst... well, we die, but yeah." The skyrats were far more eager to join in on the fun combat session that had begun. Morningstar danced past a few pir

So long as the bulk of the pirates were kept off of him, Morningstar could gradually bring them down. "I don't mind at all. I'm not Freyd, but I'll do my best," he chuckled. The stun began to wear off and the guards and pirate shifted eagerly. He put down two of them without much effort; however, that was all that he could get to before the others were fully functioning again. The other pirates were beginning to look hungry for blood, drawing a variety of rugged weapons from dirty scabbards. A pair of skyrats took the places of the ones Morningstar had killed, leaving them with four adve

"Glory guts over here rushed in before we could consider things." Morningstar turned his head, chugging a liquor of light. He wiped his lips, quenched by the vitamin D. "What? I could sense that my number one pupil was in terrible danger." Nonchalantly, he restored the rest of his consumables in preparation for the fights to come. He approached Wulfrin with a pat on the shoulder. "These places get progressively harder the deeper you go. Keep a crystal close by. I'd rather not see you get squished in here," he smiled, holding back the urge to smack him upside the head. Entering a dung

The combination of Nari's assault and lingering status effects reduced Calas dwindling hit points to zero. She fell just as Ryland had: without a peep. Her guards charged at the woman that felled their captain, rage consuming them. Morningstar silenced their shouts with a quick and accurate stun, swiping each warrior with the tip of his sword before they could even come near his friend. "Hmm. They're pushovers without the lady. Too bad," he shrugged, tipping one of the paralyzed men over with a gentle kick. "You okay? Noticed you take a bit of damage there." The strongest among their

Morningstar squinted at the oncoming poison snapper. He hadn't exactly considered what to do when the wolf eventually did come his way. The beast lunged at him, ripping into his arm with its toothy maw and scratching up his coat with its claws. He pounded it on the forehead and it let go, dropping to the ground and shattering to blue dust. His jaw widened. He hadn't hit it that hard, had he? "Eh," he scratched his head awkwardly, "sorry 'bout that. The intent was to get it off me, not to kill the damn thing. You did great, though, so good work." He waved for the caravan to continue o

"The things the brokers don't tell you," Morningstar shook his head, listening to Ryland's shouts. Distracted, he suffered a light grazing to his left shoulder. He winced, glancing down at the red particles that floated off of him, signifying the damage he had taken. Calas, uninterested in the pair of players, pushed her way through their defensive wall. Morningstar stumbled back, caught off balance while she raced towards the dockmaster. "Enough of that!" There was not a chance for Ryland to respond to Calas' assault. She bombarded him with strikes, stabbing him through the torso mu

"You're not the first to have been hunted down by those guards. Strange times, strange times indeed," Henry said, pouring tea from a floral pot. He set down a mug for Morningstar, who's nerves were already settling down. The backroom, while small, was quite homely. He assumed that the old man lived there after hours. A carpeted stair case spiraled around the corner, and the blonde imagined a bedroom or a more private living space up above. He sipped his tea. Jasmine. The warmth was an unexpected but not unwelcome change. "Strange times?" Morningstar framed it as a question, as if he were

Wulfrin did well in combat. He was fully capable of holding his own and showed no fear in the face of danger. He was improving quickly. The path of his sword was straight and precise when he swung and his footwork was also quite good. It was a testament to his real world training, Morningstar assumed. When Wulfrin offered him the final strike against the poison snapper, Morningstar shook his head. "Nah, all yours. You need the experience!" He laughed, sheathing his blade. He pulled a bag from his jacket pocket. It was full of rocks that he had collected for the sole purpose of stealing hate. "

He ducked underneath the doorway, covering his unadjusted eyes from the burning sunlight. He patted the burning cinders that stuck to his jacket, a remnant of the fallen blazing treant left behind in the catacombs. Bleeding Giant remained in his grip, although there was no danger in sight. In the forest once more, he smiled and turned to his friend. "Another day, another dungeon," Morningstar said, swiping open his inventory to examine his loot. There was nothing special among its contents but items were items. If he had no use for them, someone else surely would. To his right, quite a wa

"Of course not! I won't suggest it until we're about to die." He dodged one quick stab and deflected another with the flat end of his sword. Calas was skilled, something he found rare in opponents (or perhaps he was too accustomed to fighting alongside Freyd). She left few openings and those that were visible were swiftly covered. They stepped quickly and methodically, weaving around each other's jabs and slashes, blades clashing and sparks flying. Meanwhile, Nari had taken the aggression of the three dock guards, elegantly fending off the group with her war spear and shield. First a

"Yes, sir," Morningstar saluted. Bleeding Giant emerged from its scabbard and in a flash, he was gone. Two wolves approached from their flank. They were smaller than he had anticipated, and far less threatening. The wolves, wild and quick, had yet to realize that their presence had been noticed, nor that one caravan guard had already pressed the attack. Red streaks were painted across their body following the path of Morningstar's blade. They shattered into dust, returning to Cardinal. He skidded through the mud, halting his assault and redirecting his efforts onto the final wolf. This on

"Almost Tier 3, huh? You're climbing levels quickly. I feel like it took me forever, back in the day. Still is, really," he laughed. "I'll have some Tier 4 uniques ready for you when you get to that point." Another alligator scale lay in his path, and so Morningstar scooped it up and stored it in his inventory. He was determined to find some use to them, whether through alchemy or blacksmithing. "Appraising is mostly a gamble, specifically when rerolling enhancements. The cost just gets higher and higher until eventually you're broke with the same enhancement that you started out wit

Morningstar chuckled, dodging a suspicious looking mud puddle. "Yeah, me too. I used to wear heavy armor but it's just too clunky and hard to move around in, especially in places like this. Not my style." Along the path, something caught his eye, hiding from plain view behind strands of long grass. He knelt down, taking a closer look. It was a prowler scale. Not a bad find, he thought, stuffing it away in his inventory for safe keeping. "How's that sword treating you? It was a pretty lucky find, considering its enhancements. I don't come across many blight weapons. Everything seems

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this thread directly follows "the endless maze" ft. freyd & morningstar *** Like magic, the face of his friend morphed into that of his enemy. The last thing he noticed before passing around the corner and out of sight was the Whisper's vanishing cursor and a trio of armed Glyndebourne guards stopping to make sure "she" was okay. He clambered up a short set of stone stairs, bumping into NPCs and players alike, desperate to avoid his pursuers. More guards had caught wind of the chase and decided to join in. He stopped just past an intersection between four streets, panicking

"Yeah, I think that's considered stealing," Morningstar said, eyeing the distant dockworkers. A woman among them, dressed importantly, handed over a hefty cloth bag. An armored entourage surrounded her. Before he could ask who she was, Dockmaster Ryland blurted out the answer. "Calas!" He steamed, pulling the attention of every neutral NPC on Span 17. Calas muttered incoherently to her guards, who drew their blades immediately. A dozen floating cursors turned red to indicate their hostility towards the trio. They were badly outnumbered, with Calas and her corrupt dock guards covering

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Wulfrin took the lead, conversing with the NPC like he had done it a million times before. The man was quick to gain confidence and Morningstar respected that. They went on their way, beginning their trek through the swampy wetlands of the eighteenth floor. Hiding beneath the bog, shallows prowlers lurked, awaiting their misstep into their sunken territory. The alligators watched the caravan crew carefully, but Morningstar had spotted them forever ago. He knew of their predatory tricks and how to avoid them. Even so, he kept his hand near his blade, careful not to let them get too close t

"Yeah, I feel you. Scraping the bottom of my col and mat reserves myself. That's life, I guess. I'd take you through a dungeon today if I could guarantee your safety. They're no joke, though. There'll be mobs along the way, I expect. We can try to loot those." Morningstar was glad to see that Wulfrin was acclimating well to his new lifestyle as an adventurer. He had observed so many level one players who had started their journeys only to give up the next week. It made him happy that there was another strong-willed person among the dwindling crowds. He'll be a good asset to the frontlines

"I would say it's natural for us to try and discover what we don't know." That was all Morningstar needed to hear. He would break in someday, he decided. He looked in the direction of the fur-caped man. The dockmaster was strong-framed and tall. His hair was short, unkempt and dark. Scars marked everything his armor left uncovered and a giant of a sword hung by his side. He was rugged, with the appearance of someone Morningstar might have avoided on a long bus ride. "Yeah, that's our guy. Does he really need our help? The dude's bigger than both of us combined. He's the one I'd