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Morningstar

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  1. Pulled from his evidently deep sleep by a sound he lacked words to describe, Morningstar shot up. In a state of delirium, he took turns glancing between the man, the mongoose, and the various random items that had been placed in front of him. He must have dozed off; business was slow. For once, he had opted to leave his music off. The chirping of birds in the trees above reverberated through the forest, although not in an obnoxious way. Morningstar found it soothing and it was probably part of the reason he had so unexpectedly fallen asleep. While it may not have been immediately cle
  2. Morningstar cranked his tunes. He tipped his chair backward, feet crossed over the edge of the table, and scribbled some notes on a pad of paper. Hubert Sumlin rang out loudly, the small study filled with slow sounds of his melodic guitar. He sat back up and tossed his notepad aside, tapping along with the music against the wood of the table. In front of the blonde lay three items: a trinket, a consumable, and a weapon. He intended on identifying them today. He began with the trinket, tapping away at the buttons that appeared in front of him until a screen popped up. The ring was dubbed "
  3. Appraiser | Rank V Experience: 1,500/1,500 For Accounting Purposes Mystic Essence: 225675 219811c 224216 (mari) 249844 (mari) 249840 (mari)
  4. Deep within the Forest of the Great Tree, when you have lost your way, you may notice a small cabin sitting quietly in a clearing. Should you choose to inspect it further, you may realize that it is a shop. A sign hangs above the doorway and on it is a name: Honeydew & Hushwind. It is difficult to put a finger on the style of architecture; however, it almost looks like the home of a fairy or some other type of magical being. The front porch has a few healthy, potted plants. There is a wooden chair beneath a line of lanterns, hinting that perhaps the owner likes to sit outside at nightfall,
  5. The journey to Vigilon's blacksmith was longer than he expected; however, he felt the travel was worthwhile. Morningstar had heard the man was skilled at his craft and he believed that he could assist in the creation of his new weapon. When it came to smithing, Morningstar knew firsthand that he had no talent. This was not something he could do on his own, as much as he may have wished he could. He wanted a powerful blade and that was out of his expertise. He loved Meteor, his current blade, but the more fearsome his enemies became, the more Morningstar felt he required more strength
  6. Morningstar, peeking into the shop, sees the face of a pretty young woman standing behind the counter. Her smile helps him commit to entering; he was unsure of it at first, being quite picky with who he brought his ideas. He wanted someone who could take his thoughts and pour life into them, someone who could manufacture reality in his image. It was a lot to ask for, he realized, but people had done it before and he was sure it could be done again. His current cloak was nice but alas, it was vanity and quite frankly not of any real use to him (other than aesthetic, of course). It was time
  7. Eventually, the sun began to set and Morningstar grew tired from his day of real work. He had not done much of it since the game began, not so long ago. He made the long trek back to the inn he was staying at. He had purchased a room there with what seemed to be the last of his col. Even if he had found a nice store, he was not sure how he could have afforded it. Perhaps it was time to leave the Town of Beginnings—really leave, not just collect materials on the outskirts of the settlement. There were dozens of floors to climb and he had barely seen a single one. He opened the door to the
  8. He spent some time chatting with the blacksmith, who offered his own advice on how to decorate a place like his own. "It would take time," the NPC told him, "but he would decide on something soon enough." Next, Morningstar ventured into a quaint alchemy shop, its shelves lined with colorful potions and mysterious ingredients. The air was thick with fragrant herbs and spices, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. The shopkeeper, a wise old man with a long white beard, shared his knowledge of potion brewing and offered Morningstar a taste of his unique concoctions. The store was not to his t
  9. There were not many stores that were suitable for his needs, unfortunately. In that area, many of the buildings were owned by other players or NPCs and those that were empty were also incredibly tiny. Rather than settle for less, Morningstar decided to hold off on the store for the time being. Instead, he opted to gather inspiration. His first stop was an ornate blacksmith's shop adorned with intricate metalwork. Morningstar pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside, immediately captivated by the clang of hammers on anvils and the fiery glow of the forge. The blacksmith, a man who cou
  10. "I've taught you all I know," Drax states, "which means you know everything. Now, if there's nothing else, I'm expecting other customers." Morningstar nodded and thanked the merchant for his time and knowledge. He tossed the consumable aside in his inventory, sure to need it at a later date. Then, he exited Drax's shop for the final time. There was still plenty of light left in the day so, with a determined stride, Morningstar began exploring the bustling streets of the Town of Beginnings, his eyes scanning the storefronts for a suitable, unowned shop where he could begin his career as an
  11. "Pick one of those items you found. I know I said that they were payment but I'll let you keep one of your choice for being so eager to learn," Drax gestured towards the workshop. Morningstar did so, walking back towards the room where he had appraised the items. He inspected each item once more, identifying which would be of most use to him. He was not one for heavy armor, so that felt like a definite no. He liked to be quick and wanted to avoid over-encumbering for no reason. The sword intrigued him but its quality seemed low, despite the adornments of the hilt. He ran his hand along th
  12. The abrupt entrance from the party had gathered a crowd. It seemed the four lesser pirates were only the beginning. Now, rising from below deck, two pirates who looked far more dangerous than the rest appeared with a pair of deckhands following close behind. Nari took the lead this time, barreling towards the pirates alongside the flashy scythe she carried and dealing significant damage to the deckhands and boatswains. Although three were stunned, the fourth remained unafflicted. Jessamine, catching Nari off guard, tossed a not-so-gentle stab in her direction, barely piercing her. Swoopin
  13. The customer's expression shifted, a mix of surprise and relief evident on their face. "I still need a sword," he said to Drax. "Of course. In the meantime, I will provide you with a replacement sword at no additional cost." Drax turned, retrieving a basic steel straight sword from a case behind him. He slid it into a scabbard and handed it to the customer. I understand the importance of having a reliable tool for your battles." The customer's eyes widened, their surprise turning into gratitude. "Well, thanks. I appreciate the help." "And I, your patience." The customer too
  14. Morningstar and Drax exchanged a glance, silently communicating that the latter would take the lead on this one. The blonde spectated as Drax, with his years of experience and expertise, stepped forward. The room seemed to fill with a slight air of seriousness as Drax stepped forward, his expression becoming more stern and focused. It felt like the opposite of what Morningstar had just been taught moments prior. They spoke for a moment, identifying the customer's problem. "Thank you for bringing your concerns to my attention," Drax began, his voice firm yet composed. "I understand that yo
  15. He picked up one of the teleport crystals and tossed it to Morningstar. "Take one of these for examples. What use do they have?" "Well," Morningstar said, "they teleport you back to towns and cities." "Correct; but it goes deeper than that. Why might someone need to teleport to a city or a town?" Morningstar thought for a moment before answering. "Maybe they're stuck in a dangerous place?" "Exactly. Your target is someone on the front lines, someone who spends a lot of time in dungeons and risks their life battling monsters." He nodded, returning the crystal to the cou
  16. He paused for a moment, allowing Morningstar to absorb his words before throwing more information at him. "Remember, our profession is not just about objects and their values. It's about connecting with people and building relationships. A satisfied customer is more likely to come back to us in the future and recommend our services to others." Morningstar nodded. "So, how do you go about connecting with them?" Drax thought for a moment. Then, he straightened up and began to share his insights. "First, always greet the customer with a friendly attitude, even if you're not in the frien
  17. "Well, with experience, of course!" Drax said, leading him to the storefront. Morningstar followed him behind the counter that sat across and to the left of the street entrance. Various wares and trinkets had been placed around the shop with strategy, his most profitable and popular items at the forefront of it all. A few teleport crystals were all that was on the countertop and inside the glass display case beneath it was a beautiful crimson sword. "What's it called?" Morningstar asked, referring to the weapon. "Beastslayer," Drax said, obviously proud of his possession. "I'm e
  18. Purchasing 1x Teleport Crystal Total: 800 Col
  19. He glanced up at Drax, having successfully appraised the weapon. "This blade has the paralyze enhancement. I didn't realize that something like this existed." The man smiled, reaching out to take the sword from Morningstar. "I'm sure you'll discover many things in this world that you did not know existed, apprentice." Gently, he placed it on the table and stood from his seat. The formal appraisal was complete, but the journey of knowledge and growth had only just begun. With a knowing smile, Drax decided to impart another valuable lesson to his eager student. Leaning against the
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