Morningstar

Slowly, he lifted his blade. The Forgotten Time King raised his head to meet his killer’s gaze. Then, the Lightbringer brought down justice upon him, turning him to a flurry of cobalt. The old king was dead. He turned to Lexa, softening as he fixed his gaze on her smiling face. He hobbled towards her one injured step at a time. Before he could get close enough to touch her, he dropped to the ground. She was gone. He no longer wept for her, for his tears had run dry. He rolled onto his back, staring up at where she once was. Then, he apologized out loud. “I’m sorry, Lex. I wish

“Keep going, Stephen,” she called. He jumped at the sound. It had not occurred to him that he was forgetting her voice. The three words were all it took to bring it back. His sword arced low, illuminating the room with its golden glow, and took off the king's arm. He groaned in agony at the loss. Once more, Morningstar had caused him to kneel. This time, however, he would not stand again. The duel had reached its finale, both sides inflicted with serious injuries. He kept his remaining eye trained on the Forgotten Time King, taking in the moment that would be his opponent’s last. Wi

The blurry image of Lexa remained in the distance, watching him as he fought to stand, ignoring the damage he had taken and brandishing his sword once more. He struck the king once, his energy reaching rock bottom. Then, he did it a second time. The weaponless king was powerless now. Attempts at throwing punches were made but they all ended in failure. Morningstar would sidestep each jab, countering with a shallow stab. He hoped that Lexa did not hate him if that was something she was still capable of. He had failed her and it had cost her the rest of her life. She was deserving of s

He smiled. Perfection. It was unexplainable; how could she always be glowing? Even in a place as dark and decrepit as the Grand Necropolis, she was stunning. A hand reached out to him and he desperately wanted to take hold of it. But she was out of reach—he was pinned down by the golden spear of the king, he could not go to her. It was cruel. “I’m so sorry,” he told Lexa, a stream of tears running along his cheek. The guilt had never gone away—not really. He doubted it ever would, no matter how many times he bathed in the oceans of the Twenty-Fourth Floor. He could not save Lexa

Confused by the sudden darkness, he stumbled about. His remaining eye watched up at the giant king, who approached slowly, a villainous grin upon his twisted face. He felt the spot where his left eye once was. Would it heal? Was this blindness permanent? He had never encountered an injury like this before. His heart was on the verge of exploding from the consternation. He swung his sword belligerently, grazing the Forgotten Time King. Not even a flinch. Then, in a single swooping motion, the king impaled Morningstar with his spear. His screams bounced from wall to wall but were limit

Morningstar twisted his blade and the Forgotten Time King screamed a concoction of agony and animosity. He ripped his sword from the belly of his opponent and dodged a flurry of quick jabs from the king’s spear. He was fatigued but stayed firm on his feet. The king’s movements slowed by a significant amount. The blow to his stomach had an effect on him, despite his ancient, undying body. The king cried out. His roar was draught by fury, inextinguishable but for the death of his enemy. The swordsman was shocked by his power despite the damage he had taken. He had found himself a fearsome o

His muscle memory kicked in and a sword art bloomed green from the hilt to the tip of his blade. He lunged, stabbing the giant through the gut. Red pixels formed around the entry wound. They both stood still, breathing heavily. The longer the fight dragged out, the more disadvantageous it became for Morningstar, who was already much smaller and weaker than the Forgotten Time King. His arms ached. His mind screamed. The wounds he had received wept pixelated streams of red. His health bar began to dwindle; five hundred and twenty-four hit points remained. He thought of Joaquin and of how he

Don’t die out there, big man. Need ya. He almost let out a laugh, recalling Joaquin’s message. How many times had he heard him say that exact string of words before? A whisper escaped him, directed not at the Forgotten Time King but at Joaquin, who would hear none of it. “I’ll try my best, brother.” The king jolted at Morningstar, his spear missing its mark and sticking into the stone floor. The blonde used this as an opportunity to move closer. He flanked from the left, dragging his hefty sword behind him, and swung with a grunt. Three of the king’s fingers fell to the floor, c

Shimmering gold enveloped his blade as he activated a sword art. He dashed, gritting his teeth as they traded blows once more. The Forgotten Time King slammed into the same shoulder as before, interrupting his attack, but the Lightbringer countered with a fearsome blow to his leg. His slash forced the king to kneel, although it took mere seconds for him to regain his strength and return to the duel. He twirled the great spear, sweeping an incredible distance in front of himself. Morningstar’s eyes grew wide. He was out of position. There was no possible way for him to dodge the incoming

Those were the final words they shared before clashing. Morningstar initiated, despite his immediate disadvantages. Quickly, he closed the gap between them, conserving as much energy as possible and striking the king with a heavy blow from his greatsword. He toppled back from the force; however, the attack was no real threat to the Betrayer. He found his ground, sturdy once more, and retaliated with a dozen quick stabs. Morningstar weaved through them, weary from his journey but still speedy enough to duck and dodge the tip of the king’s spear. The last strike moved at a greater quickness

the lightbringer vs the forgotten time king “Who… approaches?” The Forgotten Time King paused between words, a subtle rasp to his voice. “What is thy business… with this place?” Morningstar lacked a response. Without a thought, the Royal Greatsword on his back was drawn. The king lifted himself from his place of rest and, upon seeing who faced him, a sound of admiration rose from his withered tongue. “Ah, an adversary? A challenger?” He was tall, the Forgotten Time King. He stood at a whopping eight feet or perhaps more and held a great spear of incredible length. It was a

Morningstar’s breathing would have made you think he had just ran a marathon. Perhaps it was the stress combined with the weight of his equipment. Still, he made it past the jungle gym of spikes and proceeded onwards to the end of the tunnel. His vision returned to normal as he gazed upon the sunken graveyard. He had researched the floor’s history before accepting the quest, intent on fully understanding what he was getting himself into. It began with war. It was a brutal and long sequence of battles, he had read, between the dragons and humankind. Led by a fierce and courageous king

Things were mostly silent, apart from the sporadic dripping of water from a stalactite above. His health had already grown to a safe spot. If push came to shove, he felt ready to partake in combat again. The tunnel was eerie, not unlike other parts of the Twenty-First Floor. He found the whole place to be dreadful, with two exceptions being the hot springs and the waterfalls. Even The Geode Cache, as beautiful as the crystals looked, was claustrophobic and full of obnoxious monsters. His last run-in with crystalline monoliths nearly killed him and the party he was with when one of them mistake

He came to shortly after, dazed and confused from his less-than-happy landing. He was covered in dust and dull shards of stone. He glanced up at his health bar. It was a hopeful sight. It had fallen into the double digits but at least he was alive. He could see again—without the use of Night Vision, that is. He disabled the skill, lifting himself from the earthy rubble. He had left quite an impact when he hit the ground. A small crater covered the spot he stood in and he theorized that it was caused by the high velocity he had been moving at. He stretched his sore body and allowed his hea

# disregard the order of many of the roll ids in this thread - my damage stat was horribly incorrect and broke combat. had to fix it by adding more combat rounds with new stats. see rolls posts 6-9 for these posts. A thousand tiny pebbles and crumbling rocks fell from the roof of the tunnel, blocking his escape. He activated his Night Vision skill, a green overlay encompassing his eyesight and allowing him to see through the shadows. The gnarl of a long-dead soldier echoed through the cavern, followed by that of its companions. It was always from one fight to another without a chance to c

Morningstar, a bit of a fiend for damage, traveled to the first floor in search of an alchemist. He required a heavier and stronger hit for the next quest he intended on taking but his stash of potions seemed to have gone dry. He opened the door to Cintamani and stepped inside. "Morning," he said, slowly eyeing the various elixirs and crystals that were set on display. "Looking for a strong damage potion. Got anything for sale?" One such potion caught his eye and so, he purchased it. Then, he headed to the town teleporter and beamed up to Floor Twenty-One 1x liquor of light. | T

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Morningstar waltzed unexpectedly into a kitchen in the middle of the woods. A bit strange, he thought, but he had groceries to pick up and he was not picky about where he got them from. He greeted the red-haired man who owned the... establishment? Was that the correct term for a place like this? He moved on to the wares, picking out a few things that looked tasty to him. A bento, smores, and something called bingsu (he had never heard of it but thought it looked heavenly). After deciding that what he had found was enough, he paid and went on his way. 1x bento. | TIERLESS MEAL | OVERHEALTH

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Morningstar did not press for details. "A tank, huh? I'm focused on DPS so that works out well." With Raidou blocking incoming hits, Morningstar would be free to weave in attacks alongside Faux. Their team dynamic seemed sound to him. Faux would be protected and they would all leave happy and, hopefully, a bit wealthier. "Nice to meet you both. I look forward to working with ya." Raidou insisted that they made their leave; it was not long until night would fall, making it dangerous for them to continue. The blonde shot a look towards the stable, where he had dropped off his horse. Th

With that, the fight was over. Jomei's final strike to Boatswain Jessamine left them a reward—or perhaps, a handicap. Three weapons lay ahead of them on the deck, idle. Jomei snatched up the rapier, and Nari chose the scythe. His two-handed straight sword was left over and he followed their lead by lifting it from the ground. The hilt was a shade of teal and adorned with barnacles on the portions not meant to be held. It was a fair bit lighter than Meteor and lacked the paralysis enhancement he was used to, instead replaced with an extra slot of damage. It would do the trick. It appeared

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old stat block | last updated: 4/5/2024 [ lv. 54 -> lv. 33 / p. 21 ] MORNINGSTAR | HP: 740/740 | EN: 112/112 | DMG: 23 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 4 | BH: 39 | LD: 5 (6) | REC: 4 | FLN: 16 | AA | PAR VEN