Morningstar

At headquarters, Morningstar filtered through his files. An influx of new trackers meant a higher volume of work for the guild leader. Though the guild made them out to be bonified freelancers, it wasn't an accurate description. They required all the same training and communion that a standard guild would provide. The increased output and rising success rate of rumors made it a worthy tradeoff, however. Morningstar's vision was coming true. Two rookies in particular caught his eye: Gambit and Riardon. The later was recruited by Wulfrin, but Morningstar wasn't overly familiar with Gambit.

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Morningstar wasn't cognizant of Arabelle's flustration, or he would have commented on it cheekily. He was, however, a bit disappointed by her answer. A broker had told him with absolute certainty that he would find a cat on Floor 10, somewhere in the Endless Caverns. But now that he thought about it, it sounded more like a prophecy than trustworthy intelligence. He was beginning to wonder if the guy in the tent in Fortaleza was really a broker at all. She suggested they check the river. Morningstar was almost positive that anything drinking from the Stygian River by choice was a monster,

The Labyrinth had a way of changing itself when stragglers became to accustomed to its layout. The walls shifted in ways that did not make sense. Entire locations seemed to teleport, disorienting any who exist within them. There was no telling where they might end up next, or if they would exist at all. Sometimes, there was a garden. Thematically, it did not fit with the layout of the floor. Lush, vibrant vegetation and thriving wildlife dotted every corner of the garden, while outside, the world was dull. Dull skies. Dull walls. Dull everything. Anyone could have stumbled into the g

note: no questions please. Belregor's form flicked between others. It took turns fighting back--first as Hirru, then as Mina, and finally as Lessa. Morningstar's eyes darted between the two versions of Lessa. It was like he had walked into someone else's Gemini quest. He clicked on <<Tracking>> to single out Belregor. Nobody was team killing on his watch. As he locked on to the boss, its body returned to normal: a hulking suit of black armor. "Oh, thank god," he muttered in relief. "It's reversable." Morningstar was amazed at how much dirt was on Floor 29. Actually,

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The last of the revenants went down, their frozen husks cracking and collapsing under the weight of Wulfrin’s frost. The air shimmered with lingering cold, even after his sword art had faded. Morningstar could see his own breath. Wulfrin took the first step up the Ashen Keep, his boots echoing through the hollow crypt. Morningstar pushed rubble aside, watching his step. The stairs were old and crumbling. He followed closely behind his guildmate. The trio regrouped at the top of the keep. "I take it we're here for this," Morningstar gestured to the item across from them. The Sanctifi

"What guy?" Morningstar asked. He saw the girl, blonde and wearing footwear that he would have deemed inappropriate for the environment, but where was the frontliner? He squinted hard. Maybe he was losing his vision. "Did you take something from Kingsley? I told him to stop giving people weird tea. He experiments too much," he said after confirming that there was nobody next to the girl. "Anyway, yeah. If she's level one, then she probably shouldn't be on this floor at all." They took responsibility and approached Bliss, who looked out of place in the giant forest. At the very least,

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Goblin wave 2

Goblin wave 1

> Roleplay conversation between Player(s) & Gianna.

One dragon just wasn't enough. Morningstar had to go look for seconds. This time, he brought a partner. "How have I never heard of this questline?" Willow asked. "Dunno. Maybe it's new? Or maybe nobody does it," Morningstar said. Their journey brought them back to the Rough Mountains on Floor 2. It had been years since their last adventure there. Morningstar always intended to go back to the home of the Mountain King, but life had other plans for him. They hiked for hours until they eventually came across the dragon's cave. It looked identical to Fuzziel's on the outside, but within

thread summary 2007 EXP | (744/5)*10 + 500 * 1.01 5321 col | 5000 [Quest] + 321 [Laurel Wreath + Guild 1%] 15 materials 1 mon Topaz Gemstone x1

Carsar turned out to be a pushover. He fell to the ground with a resounding crash and shattered into blue sparkles. As they vanished in the dark of the cave, Morningstar collected the hatchlings of Fuzziel. There were three (as well as an unhatched egg), which he quickly realized would be too heavy to carry on his own. Begrudgingly, he made trips back and forth, taking one dragonling at a time. Eventually, all were safe in the dragon mother's home. Fuzziel thanked him. Soon after, Morningstar had the chance to witness something beautiful. The egg moved and cracked, and out popped the head

It took little time to discover Carsar's cave. The quest automatically generated a waypoint when he accepted it, and so all Morningstar had to do was follow his map. He stood at the mouth, peering in with active night vision. He could see the hatchlings, but where was Carsar? The dragon thief, he assumed, rested deeper in the cave. He shuffled inside, this time more carefully. He wouldn't want to disturb a sleeping dragon, if he could so help it. The hatchlings, uncooperative little children, made it perfectly clear that Morningstar was there. As he lifted one from the nest, it began

Morningstar felt like he was walking on eggshells. He had never spoken to a dragon before, but assumed that they were fickle creatures. He worried that it might want to eat him. Frankly, he had entered the cave without knowing there was a dragon inside at all (although the piles of gold should have been a key indicator that he wasn't alone). He was exploring without aim or reason, as he sometimes did, and stumbled upon a cave he had not seen before. Floor 1 was all but entirely explored, so he was shocked to find it so far from the safezones. "Yes. I'm Morningstar. It's a pleasure to

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Morningstar listened. Never could he have imagined what life without sight was like, but she described it so well that he almost thought he could. He smiled when she finished. "Fireflies. To be honest, I've never seen them either, but I'm sure they're around here somewhere. I'd be surprised if the twenty-nine floors available to us didn't have something similar, at the very least." "Diwali must have been quite the experience for you, with all of the lights and everything." Morningstar wiped his forehead. The back of his hand was covered in sweat, but his face wasn't any drier. T

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