Morningstar

yay unique ! \o/ Name: Killjoy's Collar Your Profession: Appraiser Your Rank: Rank 5 Roll ID: 220858, 220859, 220860 Roll Result: 3, 3, 10 (Guaranteed unique on 220860 LD: 10) Item Type: Trinket Tier: T4 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: LD, LD, Bloodclot Description: The green collar of Killjoy, the Anti-Social Dog. A tiny pendant shaped like a witch's head hangs from it. Link: URL Acquisition ID: 220856a

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Killjoy, the Anti-Social Dog disintegrated, gone in a flash of light. Star took his savior's hand. He took off his drool-covered coat, determined not to wear it for a while. He shrugged at NIGHT's comment. "Who knows. Maybe I have a hateable face." He looked around the room one last time before following NIGHT through the spinning vortex, leaving the Witch's castle behind. On the other side was the forest, exactly where they had started. Morningstar's coffee cup lay empty on the ground, the grass stained by its spilled contents. "I know you're not supposed to cry over spilled coffee,

Dying Sun cut across Hogo-Sha's torso in flash. His body dropped to the ground. They shared one final emotionless look before the assassin died. Guards surrounded Morningstar, spears drawn. He sheathed his longsword, a dozen weapons pointed at his throat, prepared to strike. "I'm a freelancer, hired by the Chief," he stated plainly. A few looked at each other before one, a captain, he thought, ordered the crew to lower their spears. "Come with me," the captain said, gesturing for him to follow. A new item appeared in his inventory at the same time. It was a coded missive, unread

He deflected Hogo-Sha's blade and pierced the assassin's shoulder, twisting before releasing. The man stumbled back, clutching it with one hand while gripping his greatsword with the other. Bloody particles spilled out of the wound and through the gaps of his fingers, floating and dissolving in the air. "Give up. Tell me Uso-Tsuki's true intentions and I'll let you live," Morningstar promised. Hogo-Sha's expression remained stoic and still despite the pain shooting through his shoulder. Not a word left his lips. Guards rounded the corner, a scene that Morningstar was all too familiar

Morningstar worked to keep Hogo-Sha on defense, matching every one of his swings with two more. Uso-Tsuki was long gone now, and there was no way for the blonde to catch up to him. Even if he could finish off his bodyguard in that moment, he wouldn't know where to look for the traitor. His mission was a bust. He had screwed up—no, it wasn't his fault. Uso-Tsuki had known he was coming from the moment he stepped foot in the bakery, maybe even earlier. Not a word of their plans was trustworthy information and bringing it back to the Chief would only spell his demise. Metal reverberated

Morningstar fought back, and the sheer force of Dying Sun broke through Hogo-Sha's parry. They were a well-matched pair, identical in many ways. While the thickness was incomparable, their blades gave off a similar aura that could only be described as bloodlust. Wordlessly, Morningstar followed up on his first strike with a flurry of vertical and horizontal slices, using the lightness of his blade to his advantage. He could move quicker, even if only a tiny bit. Hogo-Sha's greatsword was powerful, yet slow in comparison to the blonde's longsword. Even the strongest of swordsmen would have

All went silent for a moment, before Uso-Tsuki finally spoke again. "Questions? Good. Dismissed." "Except for you." Inches from Morningstar's face, a blade pierced the door. His stealth had been a lie from the start. Uso-Tsuki knew he was there behind the wall and fed his assassins the plan anyway. He wanted Morningstar to know. But why? "Hogo-Sha, go." Ripping around the corner came a suited assassin with a greatsword. He twisted his body as he swung at Star, smashing a hole in the wall in the process. A quick glimpse of Uso-Tsuki was all that Morningstar would get before

The exact number of Uso-Tsuki's followers were unknown to Morningstar who, thus far, had yet to take a look inside the room. The entrance was directly to his right. A few more slow steps and he would have a better idea of what they were up against. In the past, he might have simply stormed in and done whatever he could to take down the group of assassins. He knew better now. After years of experience in the field, his battle intelligence had grown substantially. "We will find the Chief here—in his private quarters. Two armed guards will be positioned outside of his doors. Take them o

The safety of the city melted around him. He had experienced safe zones deactivating in pockets before. This quest, he expected, was similar to what he had seen on Glyndebourne; although, unlike Glyndebourne, this was not a sporadic event. It was a planned questline, with the intention of pulling him from his comfort zone. He tiptoed down the hallway, attempting to listen and creep simultaneously. It was difficult, juggling eavesdropping while also worrying that a single creaking floor board would ruin his entire plan. The crucial component of a stealth mission was not being caught. He dr

Parkouring over the low rooftops, Morningstar made it to the shop the agent had referred to. It was a bakery, he discovered by listening to a young couple passing by. He hugged the top of a neighboring store, careful to not be spotted by either civilians or assassins. His sword had been unequipped for efficiency whilst maneuvering from building to building. He slid down the rugged wall of the bakery, clinging to the ledge of a half-opened window. He forced himself through the tight gap, tearing his jacket on a sharp piece of rock. The jacket was already a right mess. Tears from a billion

Without a farewell, Morningstar was ushered out of the Chief's office, led by an agent. No names were given to him for privacy reasons, he imagined. The agent was a spy—that was obvious enough. It made sense that they would be hesitant to reveal his identity to a stranger. Trust aside, Morningstar was a suitable candidate for the job. His skillset was geared towards one-on-one combat and while he had limited experience with stealth missions, he was confident that he could get in and out of Uso-Tsuki's hideout without being noticed. He followed the Chief's agent outside, to the edge o

Dogs were never his favorites anyway. Morningstar took a few steps back from the feral beast, switching places with NIGHT, who was more than willing to move within reach of its razor sharp claws. She cornered it, forcing it to fight defensively, showing it who was in charge. He took the opportunity to catch the wolf from its blind spot. His greatsword found a spot for itself in Killjoy's side. Morningstar had a knack for making monsters angry, and this would only adding to his reputation. It lashed out again in frustration, reaching nothing but air while status effects chipped a

Quest He left his home early in the morning, just after daybreak. The weight attached to his waist was lighter than usual, the result of a brand new sword. His fingers dangled around the blade's hilt. Dying Sun, it was called—two powerful swords concocted into something far above what he was accustomed to. Side by side, Bleeding Giant was an ant, although its size might fool the brightest of apes. Surrounded by armed guards was a state that he was growing less and less fond of. First in Glyndebourne and now in Marsonia, he was on constant surveillance. Across the sandstone table was

Quest | Previous Thread Dockmaster Ryland was killed during the escape in <<Trouble at the Skyport>> "So, what do you say, Captain Star? Ready to take us out?" "Aye, aye." Morningstar took the wheel in a hurry. He clicked, jabbed, and pulled buttons and levers, firing up the engine and setting the raggedy skiff on route. Skyrat Pirates, whom he presumed were the followers of the vanishing Ulric Drell, approached from the rear. They wielded daggers, cutlasses, and wide smirks as they raced towards the players. The skiff caught air, lifting off of Span 17 with a roar

NIGHT reacted like lightning, keeping the wolf-dog from biting Star's head off. He needed his head, so he was grateful. It growled even more ferociously as she egged it on, wet drool dripping from its toothy jaw. "I'd like to retract my statement. He's not cute," Morningstar said, whipping out his blade. Also more of a cat person, he dove forth, swiping at the witch's familiar with the edge of Bleeding Giant, hoping to get a hit in without sustaining any damage in retaliation. He was disappointed. Part of him thought that maybe he could take the dog home with him, but all of his hope

Two elementals, fiercer than their predecessor, towered before the party. Flames jumped from their bodies like scalding rain, pouring down in a ring around them. They were boxed in, forced to fight. Maybe Freyd was right. The labyrinth wasn't so far away. Maybe they should have left, even if it meant splitting up the four of them, and gone on to the raid team. But whatever the right answer was, it didn't matter. A decision had been made and it led them to a battle of another kind. Morningstar slipped into a fighting stance, taking off behind Vigilon and Krysta. His blade became a red

26/3/24 . Converting Dying Sun | Perfect -> Demonic Dying Sun | [#220772] | TIER 4 PERFECT STRAIGHT SWORD | FLN II, ABS ACC [desc.]: A clean, elegant, and light-weight longsword with a blade that burns hot. At the center of the cross guard, the heart of the sword, is a glowing ruby. The hilt is white, like it's predecessor's, with a crimson pommel and guard. ID#220800 | ld2 | paralytic venom or blight Dying Sun | [#220772] | TIER 4 DEMONIC STRAIGHT SWORD | FLN II, ABS ACC, PAR VEN [desc.]: A clean, elegant, and light-weight longsword with a bl

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Morningstar lifted the newly fused weapon. Dying Sun was its name. Even the hilt was warm to the touch. "This'll do nicely. One more puzzle piece and it'll be done. Thanks, mate. I owe you one, big time." He said his goodbyes and left Sentinel Armaments, returning to his shop to add the finishing touches to the blade. He had accumulated enough shards to upgrade its quality, after quite a lot of grinding. Eager to get to work, he entered Honeydew & Hushwind, cranked his radio, and put on a pot of tea. Old blues drowned out the sounds of nature; the birds, the wind, and the insects

Morningstar arrived at the edge of Coral carrying a couple of straight swords he had recently appraised. They were called Moonslayer and Sunset and they had cost him all of his mystic essence. Expensive items were his taste, though, so he didn't complain. "Morningstar, Wulfrin. Business is booming, I take it?" he called as he entered the humble smithy. It had a quaint vibe, and Morningstar appreciated it. It was also in a beautiful town. He propped the two blades on the counter for the blacksmith to take a gander at. "Need these babies fused. I had a vision of this beast of a weapon and I

"Any time," he nodded to Katoka politely. He marched back over to Doom, which lowered itself in response. Climbing onto the horse's back felt liberating, as if a surge of dark strength erupted through his body. The same bright blue, flame-like aura that surrounded Death crept up Morningstar's arms and legs. In his hand, his blade took a new form, morphing and elongating into a polearm—Death's scythe. He gave it a twirl, happily astonished by the new weapon he held. Not that he knew how to properly use it, of course. He hoped the system would help out with that. Taking the reigns, he

Morningstar chuckled, replying to Freyd. "My shop is a mess of plants and a stockpile of unidentified junk. I think, as an appraiser, it's hard not to have a ridiculous amount of things lying around when you leave dungeons with a trillion new items. Congrats on the new place, though. Not having to sleep in an inn or at work is game changing. I think I cried when I won my house. Whereabouts did you settle down?" He followed the lead of his friends, doing Nari a favor and taking down the last of the mobs. When he looted the last of the... well, looters, he showed off the item to the knighte

“Yeah, a little,” he said vaguely. He was an okay singer, in his biased opinion, but his confidence wasn’t really there. “What about you? I peg you as a secretly good singer,” he hummed the tune to “Over the Rainbow” while tiptoeing up the stone stairs that would lead them to the topmost floor. A corridor at the top dragged them along to a wooden door. Behind it was a bedroom. “No way,” Morningstar said, taking the first look inside. “Do you think she actually slept in here?” There was a bed, a wardrobe, mirrors, magical spell books, and the head of a crow; all things you might expec