Morningstar

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thread summary Morningstar receives: 855 EXP | (475/5)*9 25748 col | 25620 [loot] + 128 [p15] 8 materials 1 mon 1 Demonic Shard Random Dungeon Map 245748 T4 Perfect Weapon 245740a, 245740b, 245740c, 245745a, 245745b, 245745c, 245746a, 245746b, 245746c

Willow tended to get mad when he came back without her groceries. He didn't make lists (because he was above that). He went purely off memory. He couldn't remember whether she said eight or nine catfish, but since eight was a round number, he opted for the former. In the nearby pool of water, Morningstar waded around, knee deep. These catfish were a bit skittish and wouldn't come near him, so he had to go to them. "C'mere. I'm on orders to bring you home with me. Dead or alive. Preferably dead. You look heavy." He slashed in a wide semi-circle, bursting through all four of the f

It swam in circles, slowly and methodically, as if it were doing something that required care. But it didn't--it was just swimming in circles. Stupid catfish. Swim faster. Morningstar drew back a sword art and after a few moments, blasted a hole through the fish's back. Nice hit. This seemed to rile up the rest of the catfish in the water. They flopped around with rage at the death of their fallen brother, which Morningstar took as them wanting to jump onto Willow's grill--she was into grilling these days, by the way. Morningstar wasn't allowed to touch the grill because he didn't ha

What a lovely day. No, not really. Morningstar hated swamps. He hadn't come to Floor 12 in... a while? Wulfrin might remember. He was there too, Star thought. Why was Morningstar there now? Catfish. Willow wanted to try her hand at cooking catfish, much to Star's dismay. Cooking at the Star house was very hit or miss; a coin flip, but instead of heads and tails it was yummy and terrifying. Still, he didn't argue. He ate her food without complaints (sometimes) and she didn't divorce him. If he wanted cafe treats and regular breakfasts all the time, he shouldn't have married a che

Paragon Level 50 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, x3 Paragon Tier Up Tickets, Custom Skill**

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thread summary Morningstar receives: 2999 EXP | (1419/5) * 9 + 420 [field boss] * 1.01 17357 col | 386 [p15] + 16800 [loot] * 1.01 2 materials 1 mon 1x Watcher's Extract | (T4/Consumable/Single Use) | For the rest of the thread, consecutive attacks against the same target will raise the user’s base DMG by 1. This effect stacks up to three times and resets as soon as targets are switched, or an AoE attack is used.

Their weapons interlocked, and the scraping of iron on stone echoed through the tunnels. Rocks crumbled from the ceiling and walls, tumbling into the pool below. The water splashed and rippled. Morningstar weaved his blade past the Watcher's staff, slicing the boss' arm. In retaliation, it smacked him in the waist hard enough to crack something. Morningstar staggered backwards, nearly dropping into the pool himself. He raised his sword to strike once more but found his body to be stiff, unmovable. It's gaze was piercing, brighter than a glow stone in the dark of the cave. He concentrated

The audition was short. It wasn't his first time, but Stephen had been too young to remember much of his past auditions. When he was smaller--maybe three or four years old--he had done minor roles in film and television. They didn't make him memorize lines back then. Often times, scenes required kids to simply be there and exist. Maybe he was on screen for a few dozen seconds. Maybe a couple of minutes. Auditions for roles like that were quick and easy. He thought this one might be longer, but it was over after ten minutes and then he was on his way home. The assistant said something to M

For brief instances, the cave would light up upon the activation of Morningstar's sword arts. Then, it would fall back to darkness. Without his night vision, Morningstar wouldn't have been able to see much of the Watcher. The consistent attunement to light made it difficult to adjust fully to the dark. But the green filter over his eyes made the field boss perfectly visible. He could see it stone grey skin; its long, boney fingers; its filmy, bug wings. Its eyes were its most notable feature, though. Even drowning in the void, he could have seen those burning white eyes. They were pupilless, b

"Stand here, please," the assistant positioned him on top of a square of black tape in the center of the room. Fluorescent lights gave the room an ugly, yellow tint. They hurt his eyes, so he tried to focus on just one thing. He picked the camera. "Please say your name, your age, and a fun fact about yourself into the camera," the assistant smiled, taking a seat at a foldable white table. Clearly, and feigning confidence, he did so. "My name is Stephen Star, I'm seven years old, and I like to skip stones." Next to the assistant was the casting director. A man with glasses opera

Morningstar ducked below the Watcher's staff. He moved every which way, but the Watcher's eyes stayed pinned on him regardless. Using rocks as leverage, he leaped for high ground and dug his sword into the roof of the cave. Rock came loose and crumbled down on the ancient behemoth. It dazed him, but only for a moment. Its staff tore past Star's head, grazing his cheek and leaving behind a shallow red mark. Star moved right, dropping and driving Dying Sun into the field boss' side. He expected a groan, a shout, a screech--some indication that the monster felt pain--but nothing left it

Stephen fidgeted with a toy truck while waiting for Mom and Dad to fill out his paperwork. Dad promised him a trip to the lake if he behaved himself, so he sat quietly next to the other children, pretending they weren't there. He shifted uncomfortably. They all looked identical to him, and there were so many in the cramped waiting room. He stared at the backs of Mom and Dad, wishing they would hurry up and sit next to him. The walls were down and all of the doubles could look in. He needed them back up. They finished and took seats on either side of him. Mom whispered affirmations in his

The Underground Waterfalls had to lead somewhere, and Morningstar discovered that one came to a stop in the Geode Cache. The waterfall, which became a river, ended with a pool roughly the size of his mansion. The pale red water was slow-moving; a partial dam stopped the river from flowing properly. Morningstar launched a stone. It skipped across the water seven times, but he would have told you eight. It splashed gently over seconds until coming to a stop with a loud plop that echoed through the cavern. He tossed another. And then another. Underground, there was end to the supply of rocks

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His name hung in the air, but which direction did it come from? Behind him? From his left? A moon-beast jumped at him, tearing his leg open with claws as thick as blades. He knocked it aside with a grunt. Acanthus came into view. It appeared opening his inventory to find his sword would have been a waste of seconds, seeing as it was in her hands the whole time. “I’m sure it would have returned to your inventory eventually, but I… I was worried.” His shoulders dropped and his breath settled. Someone else (Freyd, he thought) spouted off something from the side, but Morningstar ign

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Thread Closing: @Simmonereceives 1 Guild Token as Treasurer of Firm Anima (3 members in thread) Freyd receives: 18695 EXP (Word Count [5042/5*18] +3% Guild Rank) 3365 col (0 page [0] + 15% P5 Reward [2804] +3% Guild Rank) 1 Mon 1 Guild Token Elora receives: 5193 EXP (Word Count [5042/5*5] +3% Guild Rank) 934 col (0 page [0] + 15% P5 Reward [778] +3% Guild Rank) 1 Mon 1 Guild Token Katoka receives: 7269 EXP (Word Count [5042/5*7] +3% Guild Rank) 21658 col (0 page [0] + Loot [20350] + 15% P5 Reward [1090] +3% Guild Rank) 2 mats (loot [2]) 1 Mo

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Morningstar watched Freyd play with the knight. For a tank, he really didn't do much tanking. He moved from side to side, dodging each and every swing of the Spectral Knight's sword. It looked a little silly from a spectator's point of view, so Morningstar giggled. Maybe he was just tired. Ciela missed again. He didn't laugh at that. That would be rude. One more thumbs up would do the trick, though, so he curled up his hand again. "Nice try, nice try." He paired his attack with a bear trap, a Callisto drop that had been lost in the bowels of his inventory for centuries. He wasn't rea

"That's Stephen Strange. He's a wizard. I don't think he's real. I'm Stephen Star. I was in a toilet paper commercial once. "And it's not gambling if you always win," he added. He whispered to Acanthus, "why's he saying McMuffin?" before stringing off to a different drake. When they were giant and trying to kill him, he felt a lot better about fighting back. Stepping on babies was one thing, stabbing adults was another. He was learning where his morals lay. He struck the drake matriarch in the side, but its thick, scaly hide took the brunt of the damage. Now, Morningstar only ne

He paddles gently, blind to what's in front of him, slowly following the flow of the river. The water babbles beneath his boat, rocking him back and forth. In the real world, seasickness would have taken him. Here, it doesn't seem to matter. He wonders why that is. Aside from the river, he can hear birds. It's strange. He has never seen one on the Zero, but knows they are there, somewhere in the dark. They sing beautifully, chirping to one and other from perches high above. These ones he recognizes. Someone on the Treefrog once told him their name, but he has since forgotten. He hears the