Morningstar

The story was long-winded and mostly irrelevant NPC dialogue; nonetheless, Morningstar enjoyed it quite a bit. The gypsy questioned them, prodding for info regarding what kinds of beasts they were looking to tame and why they were interested in a familiar at all. "I guess I'm not picky. I had a pet growing up and I think I just miss having one around," was Morningstar's answer. "I'd like a cat. I've heard they have hellcats somewhere in the Volcanic Flatlands. I'm the opposite of him. I never had pets as a kid but I've always wanted one," was Willow's. Satisfied, the woman hande

Sweat dripped off Morningstar's brow, stinging his eye. Willow coughed behind him, exiting the teleportation pad. Yōgan Village, home to the ninth floor's only means of teleportation, was scalding as always. Star made eye contact with a few members of the local mining guild, smiling as he passed. The people were pleasant enough, although his memories of the floor were quite the opposite. Willow caught up, intertwining her arm with his. "You okay?" she asked. "Yeah. It's just been a while," Morningstar assured. "Okay. Do you know where the monster tamer is?" "She's got a setup ne

Morningstar watched the perspective clash as if it were a movie, neglecting to join either side of the argument. He raised an eyebrow as Freyd peered at his bare wrist and stifled his oncoming laughter. Another voice, one he did not recognize, entered the conversation. The stranger was opinionated and full of assumptions about both the party and the frontliners. He used Freyd as a scapegoat to back his argument that frontliners were selfish, that they only cared about themselves and not the well-being of the masses. Morningstar could not empathize with Alvion's philosophies because t

"I met Raidou once. Interesting character. Good taste in apples," Morningstar said, yawning. A mosquito hummed in his ear, hovering for a while before landing on his neck. Before it could sink its proboscis into his skin, he smacked it hard. Vigilon uttered some cryptic words to Freyd that flew completely over Morningstar's head. He ignored it, shut his eyes and enjoyed the sunshine. If he needed to know, he'd find out. He chuckled at Vigilon's comment about guilds. "I'll let you know if I find a sticky situation and stupid shit guild. Sounds like we'd fit in perfectly there." K

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He had bought accuracy, evasion, protein, loot die, and prosperity buffs... was that everything? It felt as though he'd missed something obvious but he couldn't put his finger on what it could have been. He stopped, facepalming, and rushed back up the mountain. Vitality. It was always vitality. Morningstar crept back into the empty campsite, waking Demian once again. "Forgot something," he said, picking up a bunch more items. It felt good to be charitable. He handed over the last of his materials as payment and wandered off into the darkness mumbling something about trolls and rhinos and

Nari turned away, Siondhe in hand. Before she could leave his shop, Morningstar shot a proposal. A quickly scribbled note on the counter next to him had all of the information relating to a new quest that his broker had discovered. He'd already blocked off space in his calendar to meet with Dockmaster Ryland at the Ladonian Skyport in three days time. "You in?" He asked Nari, who'd promptly accepted. *** Three days later, he traveled to Ladonia. Bleeding Giant was sheathed and slung over his shoulder. His red coat looked more and more battered with each passing day. It damaged

The crow atop the horseman's scythe cawed, as if acknowledging Morningstar's challenge, and flew away. Death loomed over the swordsman, staring hideously. The duel began in an instant. Both parties acted quickly; Death swept low with his scythe and Morningstar leaped backwards, creating space between them. He led his opponent away from the group, determined to end the fight on his own. Running was of little use. There was no hope of out speeding Death while it remained upon its steed. Morningstar spun, blocking another swing of the scythe with the edge of his sword. The scythe's blade wra

Thread Closing: Morningstar receives: 2,261 EXP (Word Count [5603/10*5*0.7] + Quest [300]) 539 col (1 page [200] + 15% P5 Reward [339]) Access to <<Martial Arts>> Skill Access to <<TECH-F>> collected sword art Wulfrin receives: 692 EXP (Word Count [5603/10*1*0.7] + Quest [300]) 200 col (1 page [200]) Access to <<Martial Arts>> Skill Access to <<TECH-F>> collected sword art

a few ids: Name: Protein Pancakes Your Profession: Appraiser Your Rank: Rank 5 Roll ID: 219693 Roll Result: 18 (no unique) Item Type: Meal Tier: T1 Quality: Rare Enhancements: Protein II Description: They're a little dry but they do the trick. Link: URL Acquisition ID: 219428a Name: Phoenix Down Your Profession: Appraiser Your Rank: Rank 5 Roll ID: 219694, 219695 Roll Result: 5, 2 (unique found! BD: 10 CD: 10) Item Type: Light Armor Tier: T1 Quality: Rare Enhancements: Fireproof, Regen Description: A set of simple leather armor that has woven patterns of flame

Morningstar sat at his work station with a cup of green tea, preparing for the day as he often did. His music was turned low, mixing with the waking sounds of nature. The chime of a bell rang through the shop. He had a visitor. "Oh, morning! What brings you in?" Morningstar called. He handed over a load of goods and some col, requesting appraisals for each of them. "Might as well stick around. I'd be more worried about bears than PKers in this area. I just made tea if you want a cup. I won't be long, but make yourself at home." He took the loot to his workshop and came back with a tr

"No, those are fair points. I think I just want magic that lets me fly," he admitted, shrugging back his shoulder as he cocked another punch. Rock crumbled to the ground as the boulder began to split. One more punch would do the trick. "Ranged weapons would be quite fun, I think. I've never shot a bow before. It might be a little bit scary getting stuck in a dungeon with four skeleton archers, but that's what teleport crystals are for," he chuckled. "The game's not totally missing ranged mobs, though. Some dragons still breathe fire, and something threw a big rock at me the other day. My

With that, the elemental was destroyed and the world saved. Aside from the burning land around them. Also, Morningstar wasn't convinced that the world was in any real danger at all. "We should probably leave this to the next tier players in the area and move on to the raid. People will be waiting." Before Morningstar could concur, Freyd was berated for his disinterest in Cinnabar's plot. He bit his tongue to avoid being flayed. Frankly, he had no idea what was going on, nor the relevance of the sudden appearance of the elemental. With a sigh, he considered Vigilon's question. "

It didn't take Ren long to finish his work. Morningstar, continuing his examination of the smith's wares, spun around upon hearing his voice. "That was quick," he chimed, lifting the two packages from the counter and going on his way. "Thanks! I'm sure I'll be back." He raced back to his shop, eager to try out his newly improved blade and to hand over the scythe that Nari had been searching for. He stepped through the teleportation arch and, on the other side, materialized on floor eight. About an hour later, he sat the packaged weapons on his workbench and crafted a message to his friend

Morningstar, gentle with his weapons, made a display across Rencesvals' table. He laid out two straight swords and two polearms, each with some sort of frost enhancement. He had also brought the required scales and shards for the task at hand. "Two fusions, please," Morningstar said to the black smith. "Bleeding Giant's for me, Siondhe's for a customer. Just need the enhancements switched around. Oh, and I'll turn Giant into a demonic, while we're at it." He placed two gleaming scales and one demonic shard on the counter. "No rush on this—I'm staying in town for a little while anyway

Morningstar nodded, following with a punch of his own. Unlike his previous attempt, his fist hit it firmly. It was his best one yet. Satisfied, he stepped back. "Yeah, from what I can remember, it was difficult putting together teams for the previous raid fight. The roles were awkward to fill and some people had to respec into tanks just to even it out. I haven't heard anything about the labyrinth on twenty-eight yet. I imagine someone's already taken it upon themselves to take a peek, but they aren't so easy that you can just wander in and clear them. They take time and preparation."

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"Good plan," Morningstar replied, wishing he was weird and carried chalk instead. He placed his hand on the wall as well "Guess we go right, then." And so they did, following the winding path until their path branched again. This time, they were left with two distinct choices. They could turn and continue to walk freely through the wooden passageway or they could go straight, towards two armed guards. While at first glance, the decision was obvious, Morningstar was not so sure. The guards stood face-to-face, with their backs to the walls. In a hushed whisper, he turned to Oji. "Usually, g

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His next punch was a bit too gentle. This time, the boulder didn't budge. He didn't mention it, his mind already wandering elsewhere. "Oh, you know Freyd and Nari? They're good people, great additions to the friends list." "I get what you mean, though. Even for me, it's hard to find people of equal level. I guess it stops mattering, eventually. There aren't enough frontline-level players for people to be picky about who they invite to things. Even if you're twenty or thirty levels down, you'll surely have the chance to throw yourself into some fights that probably aren't intended for you.

"No worries," Morningstar shrugged, following Wulfrin's act with a punch of his own. A rock flicked off the boulder, nearly hitting him in the eye. "Always need more crafters, I think. Raids can be costly and there's only so many players who can afford to support the frontlines' needs. And then there's people like you, fresh out of the Town of Beginnings and in need of gear. I can toss a unique in the direction of a frontliner, but I'm not much help when it comes to low tier items. Smiths are valuable." Stretching out his wrists, he moved out of Wulfrin's way. "I like twenty-two

"G'morning," Morningstar called, peeking his head inside the door to Freyd Edges. It was a homely little shop in a generally gloomy city. He eyed the various trinkets, odds and ends, admiring Freyd's collection. He realized he had never actually been to Freyd's shop before. The senior appraiser had always come directly to Star or left things with his blacksmith friend. Without looking up from a curiously designed sword, he spoke. "I was wondering if I could snag some unidentified weapons of your hands. Got a bit of a difficult customer. They're looking for Frost and my luck's just not the