Morningstar

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Morningstar pushed his muscles to work for him, cutting Ulric Drell one last time before his energy levels reached a critical point. No matter how hard he tried, forcing another sword art was impossible. "Sorry but that's all I've got in the tank. Give me like," he paused as if running the numbers in his head, "a minute and a half. Maybe two." Both numbers were estimates without any mathematical basis. If he was lucky, he would need even less time to recover. Everything was dependent on luck and numbers; at times like this, it frustrated him. He could see Drell's weak spots and he could i

Nari and Wulfrin pummeled on the Avatar of Avarice until Persi's stun was replaced by another. Desperate to end the fight, Morningstar joined in, occasionally peering up at the mob's shrinking health bar and observing their progress. Wulfrin would survive after all, if things kept up as they were. Morningstar was glad. Relief washed over him, albeit far too soon. He had seen it before, a statistically weak player entering a dungeon far above their skill level and suffering the consequences. He had been that person once and did not wish to recreate such a traumatic experience after so much

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The ring of a bell pulled Morningstar from his study. He peeked out, his music continuing to play in the background. "Hi, Morningstar is me, correct." His customer, a girl with hair like Willow's, claimed to know Wulfrin. He listened to her inquiry, smiling when he realized that he could help. "You've come to the right place. Let's take a look at the armor..." All it took was a few taps and the armor was destroyed and replaced with a small sum of col. "I won't take a cut of this, it's too little. I'd feel bad about taking twenty col. Enjoy!" *** For Ciela For Wulfrin

With Death done and dusted, Morningstar moved on to the next target. He left his new horse's side in a flash of blinding gold, streaking across the battlefield. He kicked off into the air and flew sword first into Conquest's rider. It dug into the horseman's chest armor, the force of the attack pushing him from his horse's back. Pestilence hit the ground with a metal thud, incapacitated by Morningstar's stun. The blonde had tripped on the horse's saddle and fell close by their unmoving foe. He sat up, only slightly dazed, and used his sword to leverage himself back to his feet. Katoka's w

The Freyd and Persi special kept the final boss at bay, allowing the rest of the party to collect themselves and regroup for the end of the dungeon. Things had gone smoothly for them thus far. Wulfrin was still alive and swinging, and the boss was en route to Stun Lock City. They were experiencing the best-case scenario. Morningstar followed up on the initial setup with a mitigation shattering sword art. A golden glow overtook his blade, trailing off the back of it as it reached for the body of Avarice's Avatar. The gash he left was too shallow to cause irrecoverable damage but enough to

The flames that erupted from Nari's spear took hold of Drell's jacket. He patted it out quickly with his free hand. The jacket's colour masked the singe marks but not his weeping health bar, touched by the burn ailment. Morningstar used the pirate's distracted state as an opportunity, taking advantage of the flames by swooping in from a blind spot. Metal touched virtual flesh and the cut that followed drew crimson pixels rather than real blood. He swiped Drell's side cleanly, right below his ribcage. He was quick to scoot back, evading the bite of Drell's deadly sharp blade. "I've on

Morningstar stumbled back into Freyd's shop a while later, after all of the pointy objects (and more) had been appraised. Most of the lot was tossed aside, worthless to him; however, a few gems had been dug up. The uniques that he did not have use for were converted to mystic essence, the one material that all appraisers dreamed of. "A handful of it," as Freyd had put it, was to be offered as payment for the collection of items that Morningstar had been loaned. "Hello," the blonde called into Freyd Edges. The main lobby was clear of people, but the sign said open so he figured it was alri

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Thread Closing Morningstar receives: 2,057 EXP (Word Count [5,877/10*5*0.7]) 38,448 col (1 page [400] + Loot [37,740] + 15% P5 Reward [308]) 1 Demonic Shard 1 Gleaming Scale Random Dungeon Map 220215 T4 Perfect Weapon 220191a T4 Perfect Weapon 220191b T4 Perfect Armor/Shield 220191c T4 Perfect Armor/Shield 220201c T4 Perfect Armor/Shield 220201d T4 Perfect Armor/Shield 220206c T4 Perfect Armor/Shield 220206d T4 Perfect Armor/Shield 220211a T4 Perfect Armor/Shield 220224a T4 Perfect Armor/Shield 220318a T4 Perfect Armor/Shield 220334a T4 Rare Trinket 22

The Town of Beginnings came into view, marking the end of their journey. "See you around, Waxton Kingsley, founder of Kingsley Slate Company," Morningstar smiled as he waved goodbye to the old man, setting off for home, ready for a long slumber. "Goodnight to you, Mr. Star. I'm sure we'll meet again soon. We have lots of business to do together!" The old man laughed as he walked away, his short frame disappearing into the crowd of players that filled the primary street. Morningstar teleported back to his beach house on Raitoborou Bay, where Willow waited for him. He regaled her

The bear rushed forth with a booming roar and yet Morningstar stood firm, his stance unwavering despite the looming threat before him. His heartbeat was steady as he timed the bear's approach. With a swift motion, Morningstar raised his sword, the icy blue metal catching sunlight. He braced himself as the bear came into range. Things seemed to slow down as the bear closed the distance between them, its massive form hurtling toward Morningstar with unstoppable force. In that fleeting moment, the world around him faded away, leaving only him and his opponent. A single swipe of Mor

With a final, decisive blow, he struck true, his sword piercing the beast's heart with a resounding thud. As the bear slumped to the ground, defeated and lifeless, Morningstar stood victorious, his chest heaving with exertion and his eyes ablaze with triumph. Turning to Kingsley, Morningstar shrugged. "Piece o' cake," he chuckled. Kingsley nodded, his expression a mixture of awe and gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. Star," he said, his voice cheerful. "I would have expected nothing less from a master such as yourself." "You flatter me," Morningstar rolled his eyes, following behind the

Before the bear could even swat at Kingsley, Morningstar swooped in. Fluidly, he interposed himself between Kingsley and the hungry beast, his sword gleaming gold. Kingsley was unsurprised by Morningstar's sudden appearance. He held his employees at a high standard and would expect nothing less from the man but to defend him at the last second. He grinned without a word. With a fierce roar, the bear lunged forward, its massive claws slashing through the air. With quick reflexes, Morningstar deftly parried the bear's attack, his sword flashing in a blur of gold and green as he switche

The hinges creaked in protest as the lid swung open, revealing a treasure trove of golden coins gleaming softly in the dim light filtering through the trees. Among the riches lay a demonic shard, an item quite valuable to Morningstar. The items flowed into his inventory and the col into his virtual wallet. Then, he moved on to look for his new comrade. The old man had wandered off without the blonde, despite their agreement. He was a handful, almost like an ancient toddler with a wicked arm. He wondered if Kingsley had played baseball in his youth because his leg still stung from the last

A glimmer poked out from behind the leaves of the tree line. It was metallic and small. Morningstar called out to Kingsley, asking him to wait up for a moment (which the old man promptly ignored). He took a closer look and discovered a treasure chest. It was his lucky day, considering he had purchased a golden key from a general merchant only days prior. Unlocking the wooden crate would be simple. Meanwhile, Waxton Kingsley had gone off on his own, far up ahead where Morningstar could no longer see him. "Where'd that slow kid run off to," the old man muttered to himself. All of their walk

"I miss my family too," Morningstar said, although he refrained from admitting that he thought of them less and less as the days rolled by. There was shame and sadness that followed that thought, and he was not open to sharing it. "It would be nice if we could keep a piece of them with us, wouldn't it?" "There's a quest for that, actually. Floor Twenty-Two, Forest of Memories. Gives you an item that lets you look at your memories of the real world," Morningstar explained. "I guess Kayaba thought we would see it as generous but I imagine that for some, it looks like a cruel joke."

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As soon as they stepped foot in the forest they were greeted by a growling wolf. It sprinted towards them, shockingly alone. Normally, Morningstar encountered them in packs. He stayed on guard, wondering if more were lurking in the shadows of the trees, and kept a close distance from Kingsley. He swung wide, catching the wolf on its side as it lunged at him. The weight of Bleeding Giant knocked it off balance, throwing it into the bushes and destroying its virtual form. Loot spilled into the blonde's inventory, but nothing of much worth was found. "Anything around here?" he aske

"Here's to many more exciting discoveries," Kingsley heartily rose his insect container, a grin wide across his face. Morningstar was half-interested in seeing what the old fellow would come up with in Evangeline's shop. Not that he was any more curious about what his potions would taste like, of course. Poisonous berries and rhinoceros beetle juice did not stimulate his senses. "I have to say," Kingsley looked up at the blonde, "I've gathered from my grandchildren that you're quite the celebrity. Does walking around in the open like this not get you into trouble?" Morningstar s

Another boar came charging their way at a consistent speed, one that Morningstar had become more than accustomed to. He could predict the pattern of its movements, anticipate when it would try to ram him, and out speed it every single time. His hits were always instant kills on the beasts, which made his and Kingsley's lives much easier. The temperature of the first floor was always pleasant, Morningstar had noticed. Even on the days that it rained, he never found it overly unbearable or uncomfortable. It was always just okay. The wind was there, but not too cold. The sun was never too ho

Morningstar took down another boar, his third one of the day, while Kingsley eyed a patch of floors. He could hear the old man muttering to himself about what kind they might have been. Either they were poisonous or incredibly tasty when brewed into tea; Morningstar would have avoided them altogether. "I think I've seen these before. If I'm correct, they might be Blue September's, a species native to this world... If I'm not... well, what the heck!" The old man plucked a few flowers, hiding them away in another unnamed container. He seemed to have a million of them in his inventory,