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Boreas exposed his interest in unique enhancements. "Coincidentally, you see people like me for uniques. I've got a shop on Floor 8. Stop by, if you can find it," Star said. His store, Honeydew & Hushwind, was deep in the Forest of the Great Tree. Finding it alone as a first time visitor was a challenge in itself. If he could do that, Morningstar figured he was ready for equipment of a higher value. "Sure. I've got something in mind, actually--if that's okay with you." They traveled upwards, to Floor 23. Morningstar was no more a fan of the Underdark than anyone else; however, th

"It's a variation, yeah. It's called Freeze. A little less consistent than Paralytic Venom, but the shattering effect it has is a nice touch. It's new to me; I'm still getting a feel for it. I'm predominantly a straight sword user, but I've been training martial arts as a secondary. It's experimental." Boreas struck the witch, but his sword had no effect. He wondered if it had to do with the icy shell that coated her frail body. Maybe it was Star's fault. The witch unfroze and floated back up to a standing position. She cackled, and two bright fireballs expanded in her palms. She lau

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Morningstar found himself in an uncomfortable position from the get go. Whatever item Oscar had activated debuffed Star heavily. His body felt sluggish, like he was trying to walk around in a dream. He peeked at his battle-ready inventory, only to realize he hadn’t brought an antidote along with him. Was he throwing? He blamed madness. Their previous duel warranted anti-heal, he thought. It worked last time, more or less, so why not try again? Working with the poor hand he had dealt himself, he activated the Heartbreaker, cutting Oscar’s passive healing in half. Now he just need

Kindling. That was his name. After so many weeks of the tournament, you'd think Morningstar would remember by now. He lacked the skill of memorizing names, though. Now, faces, on the other hand... "Happy to." Their attention was pulled by the song of the second wave of harpies. Their respawn timers were even quicker than anticipated. It appeared he chose the right place to farm. Morningstar took initiative, as he so often did during party-based combat. With a quick start, he charged the flock. His fist drove into the stomach of one harpy, forcing a choked gasp from its throat. With a

“Kestral Run? No, I think they fly.” Morningstar wasn't sure what that meant. "Kestrals? I thought they were called drakelings," he said, right before witnessing Acanthus' monster massacre. He grimaced as she stepped into the drake nest, stomping about on the unhatched eggs. "I feel icky." Wulfrin was saying something about kestrals again. And why was he talking about Star Wars? "A New Hope? Is that the one where Skywalker kisses his sister?" He loved film—he just didn't care much for Star Wars. It was a fun watch through the first go around, but beyond that, he'd wholeheartedl

Their hosts had prepared quite the show in such a short span of time. Floor 29 seemed like an odd place to host a tournament. Without any safezones, it was hard to setup precautions for both spectators and competitors. Sure, the players couldn't kill each other--but what was stopping the shamblers outside from swarming and causing chaos within the arena. It wouldn't be the first time it had happened. And then there was the enormous jellyfish in the sky. Emrakul was a nice touch, thematically, but Star couldn't help but feel uncomfortable beneath his presence. Through some sort of freaky m

With one heavy sweep, Morningstar cut through the three of the four remaining revenants. Like some sort of terrible allergic reaction, they burst into flames at the touch of his Holy enhancement. The blackened husks barely had time to stagger before collapsing into embers, their unholy forms unable to resist the blade's power. A single mob remained in the wave--a mockery of life, inching slowly towards the mechanical constructs, barely capable of movement at all. "Never leave home without Reactin," Morningstar quipped, brushing ash off his coat. His sword hummed faintly in his grip, stil

"A bit of theatre, a bit of film. I think I did a fast food commercial once. A little of everything, really." Morningstar took the lead, familiar with the grounds of the castle. A crow cawed atop a grotesque and damaged stone fountain. Never had he successfully made out what it was supposed to portray. They treaded over dead grass, chatting until they reached the entrance. "If raids are your goal, I'm happy to invite you to the next meeting. We're always low on frontliners. The more, the merrier," Star said. The witch attacked quicker than Morningstar had expected. Everything about t

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"Performer, huh? Small world. I'm an appraiser here, but I did a bit of acting back home," Morningstar said. Morningstar cocked his head, noticing the reinforcements cutting across the sky to greet them. They hadn't even reached the courtyard and the full force of the witch's cavalry had been sent for them. "Yeah, I am. I took part in the last couple raids. I prioritize scouting, though. I run a guild down on Eleven." Boreas impressively cut down one of of the elite monkeys that swooped in on them. Morningstar took that as his queue to engage with the other. While it was busy gl

# 242336 | CD9 | Recovery +2 EN +1 EN Main Action | [C]TECH-G 242335 | BD9 | CD10 | 13*8-72 = 32 DMG -> Hirru | PARA-V | BURN EN: -10 Morningstar | HP: 115/205 | EN: 24/43 | DMG: 9 | ACC: 4 | AA | EVA: 4 | REC: 2 | LD: 4 | FLN: 4 | PARA-V | CALTROP (3/3) | DOWSING ROD Hirru | HP: 33/200 | EN: 24/38 | DMG: 1 | MIT: 42 72(+30) | ACC: 1 | BH: 6 | HLY BLS: 8 | MENDING: 2 | REC: 2 | THRNS: 18 | PARA | ENV-0: 8 | LD: 3 | Paralyzed | Burn: 14 (0/2)

Morningstar hummed. "I wasn't waiting for anyone in particular. I needed a Witch's Brew and thought I'd wait around to see if anyone else turned up. Didn't take long. It's a strong item. I'm not surprised you haven't heard of it though--it's a bit niche." Under the veil of night, they followed a winding path to the witch's castle. Curiously, Star prodded Boreas with questions. "Coral's a good place to open up shop. I have friends with businesses in the area. What profession are you considering? Or have you already chosen?" Flapping wings stole Morningstar's attention. "Oh, they're he

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