Morningstar

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Morningstar stared at the man beneath furrowed brows. "Do I look like a witch?" Thankfully, time stopped the man from answering. Hearing a "yes" would have bummed Morningstar. He accepted the party invitation just before impact and was suddenly swept off his feet by the oncoming storm. They awoke later on a cliffside, a bit of a walk from the castle. Morningstar, who could never take the trip without ruining his jacket, fiddled with a large rip in his right sleeve. He desperately needed a tailor. Dusting himself off, he made his way over to his new partner. The formalities caugh

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Morningstar nodded in acknowledgement to the player who arrived in the clearing. He looked capable enough, equipped with gear beyond the standard issue. The way he approached the book told Star that he was on a mission, that he had come to the forest intent on finding the witch. Star thought it worthwhile to warn the man regardless. An open tome meant trouble was on its way. "Just a heads up—and feel free to ignore me—but you're about to get whisked away to the witch's castle," he said, avoiding frivolous exposition. "Ever seen The Wizard of Oz?" The quest didn't give the players muc

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There were no physical threats in the Forest of Memories, except for the occasional hungry bear. Players could explore, safe from monsters, if they wished. It was one of the few non-safe zones where this was possible. The old, weathered book, hidden deep within the forest, was an exception to the rule. Any passerby could come across it, pick it up, and explore its contents, woefully unaware of the consequences of such actions. The forest was tricky. It played games with unsuspecting players, using their own memories against them and baiting them into deadly traps. Morningstar had seen it

summary. | col: 3,040 (id) = 3,040 | 03/01/2025 | total: -3,040 | [link] rolls. items.

3.1.2025 Fusing 2 T4 Rare Trinkets -> 228085, 228086 = 242216 ids

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ph --- (note: adding burn to hirru; forgot to add last turn) 242190 | CD5 | Recovery Failed +1 EN Main Action | Rest (+10 EN) Swift Action | Dowsing Rod EN: -2 Morningstar | HP: 115/205 | EN: 31/43 | DMG: 9 | ACC: 4 | AA | EVA: 4 | REC: 2 | LD: 4 | FLN: 4 | PARA-V | CALTROP (3/3) | DOWSING ROD Hirru | HP: 73/200 | 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 | Stun CD 2/3 | Burn: 14 (1/2)

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ph --- 242068 | CD5 | Recovery Failed +1 EN Main Action | TECH-G Swift Action | - EN: -8 242069 | BD2 CD2 | 9*8-72 = 30 DMG to Hirru | Trap triggered -> Blocked by Dowsing Rod 18 dmg to MS from thorns Morningstar | HP: 115/205 | EN: 22/43 | DMG: 9 | ACC: 4 | AA | EVA: 4 | REC: 2 | LD: 4 | FLN: 4 | PARA-V | CALTROP (3/3) | DOWSING ROD Hirru | HP: 71/200 | EN: 28/38 | DMG: 1 | MIT: 42 | ACC: 1 | BH: 6 | HLY BLS: 8 | MENDING: 2 | REC: 2 | THRNS: 18 | PARA | ENV-0: 8 | LD: 3 | Stun CD 1/3 | BURN: 14 (0/2)

ph --- 242032 | CD8 | Recovery +2 EN +1 EN Main Action | TECH-A Swift Action | - EN: -8 242031 | BD3 CD11 | 9*8-72 = 1 DMG to Hirru 18 dmg to MS from thorns. stun applied to hirru Morningstar | HP: 133/205 | EN: 29/43 | DMG: 9 | ACC: 4 | AA | EVA: 4 | REC: 2 | LD: 4 | FLN: 4 | PARA-V | CALTROP (3/3) | DOWSING ROD Hirru | HP: 100/200 | EN: 27/38 | 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 | BURN: 1/2 | STUN

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They sat close, redirecting the ship every so often when the wind took them off course. They kept warm beneath their heavy duty clothing, built for the weather of Floor 29. Willow tipped her hood to speak audibly. “Where are we going?” “What?” Stephen shouted over the waves. “I said, where are we going?” “Oh. Scouting!” “Can you be more specific?” “The ocean’s a very broad place!” Willow blinked and pulled her hood back over her wet hair. From the shore, the Black looked treacherous. It was an entirely different beast in practice. Stephen played with the

The tide surged high. Foam bubbled at his feet where the last wave had struck. His boots, damp and heavy, carried him across the seawalk until he stopped before a rickety wooden dock. It creaked and shifted under the force of the wind, and beside it, a small sailboat bobbed. A jagged bolt of lightning tore through the sky, leaving a blood-red afterglow smeared across the clouds long after the flash faded. "You said you wanted a boat," Stephen said, his fingers toying with a loose button on his jacket. From the left, Willow trudged into view. She hid beneath a long raincoat that

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