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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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order form: Recipient: @Morningstar Crafter's Profession: Blacksmith Crafter's Rank: 8 Item Name: Titanium Staff Item Tier: 4 Item Type: Martial Arts Item Rarity: Perfect Item Enhancements: ACC 3 Craft/Appraisal/Obtainment IDs & Rolls: [leave blank] Item Description: A light-weight black staff. -8 materials

Thread Summary Morningstar Receives: 3707 EXP | (5764/10)*0.7*8 + 480 [Field Bosses] 756 col | 200 [1 page] + 556 [Laurel Wreath] 2 Hellstorms Baldur Receives: 4514 EXP | (5764/10)*0.7*10 + 480 [Field Bosses] 877 col | 200 [1 page] + 677 [Laurel Wreath] 2 Hellstorms

Baldur landed a strong hit, zapping the phoenix's health bar until it hit zero. It crashed into the ground, burning up into a pile of ash. Morningstar clapped. "Well done," he smiled, stepping over to finish the job when the bird respawned. He peeked at his bare wrist. "I figure I have time for another. But the mountain calls," he added dramatically. The bird sprung up from its egg in a flurry of embers, but Morningstar was quick to shut it down. He ran his sword straight through its back. With a yelp, it exploded, blinding him with a flood of blue pixels. The hellstorms instantly appeare

summary. | col: 4,000 (id) - 30,000 (reroll) = 34,000 | 02/26/2025 | total: -34,000 | [link] rolls. items.

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# --- 241752 | CD10 | Recovery +2 EN +1 EN Main Action | TECH-G Swift Action | - EN: -8 241752 | BD7 CD9 | (9+4)*8-72 = 32 DMG to Hirru 18 dmg to MS from thorns. burn applied to hirru Morningstar | HP: 151/205 | EN: 34/43 | 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: 28/38 | 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 | HYPE 2/3 CD 2/3 | BRN: 14 (1/2)

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241749 | CD7 | Recovery +2 EN +1 EN Main Action | Rest (+10 EN) Swift Action | Dowsing Rod (-2 EN) Morningstar | HP: 169/205 | EN: 39/43 | DMG: 9 | ACC: 4 | AA | EVA: 4 | REC: 2 | LD: 4 | FLN: 4 | PARA-V | CALTROP (3/3) | DOWSING ROD Hirru | HP: 160/200 | EN: 32/38 | 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 | HYPE 0/3 CD 0/3 | BURN: 14 (2/2)

241743 | CD8 | Recovery +2 EN +1 EN Post Action | TECH-G EN: -8 241744 | BD4 | CD11 | (9*8-72) = 1 DMG -> Hirru MS takes 18 dmg from thorns Morningstar | HP: 169/205 | EN: 28/43 | DMG: 9 | ACC: 4 | AA | EVA: 4 | REC: 2 | LD: 4 | FLN: 4 | PARA-V | Caltrop Hirru | HP: 179/200 | EN: 28/38 | 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 | HYPE 0/3 CD 0/3 | BURN: 14 (1/2)

[context: waltz of the desert p.14-17 / guardian of fire p.13-14] Morningstar watched Acanthus like a hawk as she whizzed by. He didn't know what to think, or what she might do next. The unpredictability made him uncomfortable. It also made him more vigilant. Briefly, she and the boss locked blades. It was the perfect opportunity for Star to close out the fight. He repositioned, stepping into the bandit's blind spot. Then, between clashes of steel, he closed in, skewering the boss with a quick sword art. When the bandit's body dissipated, Morningstar and Acanthus were left face

It occurred to Morningstar that their duel was a rematch. Ages ago, they fought at Baldur’s party. It was a simple, point-based duel, rather than an all-out deathmatch; however, it was a taste of each other’s capabilities as a player. Back then, Morningstar had gotten lucky. It wouldn’t be so easy this time. “I wouldn’t dare,” Star replied, drawing his sword. He moved first, closing in on Hirru in a heartbeat. He swung shallow, testing the waters. He wanted to see what the hunter’s plan was, what he had up his sleeve. He clipped Hirru’s chest, and a sliver of thorns damage attacked h

Morningstar was no fan of crabs (unless they were cooked in butter and served on a dinner plate), but this guy took the cake. The crab was huge--and Star had seen some big ass crabs in his life. He could only be glad that the beach he lived on his had regular sized critters. He couldn't handle living near anything that was both bigger than his head and equipped with pinchers. "Wulfrin--you're a blacksmith still, aren't ya? Put your skills to use and make us a Sand Claw sized pot," he said, half-joking. He was curious to see if that was even possible. Following Oscar's lead, Morningst

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For Junk Sale Uncommon Tealeaf Blade [Rapier | Tier 1 | Damage I] Uncommon Beginner's Sabre [Rapeir | Tier 1 | Accuracy I] Rare Nymoria's Sabre [Rapier | Tier 1 | Damage II] Perfect Silence [Rapier | Tier 3 | Bleed I | Keen II] Perfect Repressed [Rapier | Tier 3 | Bleed II | Keen I] Uncommon Beginner's Chestplate [Light Armour | Tier 1 | Mitigation I] Perfect Suppression [Light Armour | Tier 3 | Mitigation I | Recovery II] T3 Rare Trinket (1) | ID241270 3 t1 uncommons = 300 1 t1 rare = 200 1 t3 rare = 900 3 t3 perfects = 3750 total return = 5150

junking For Junk Sale Uncommon Tealeaf Blade [Rapier | Tier 1 | Damage I] Uncommon Beginner's Sabre [Rapeir | Tier 1 | Accuracy I] Rare Nymoria's Sabre [Rapier | Tier 1 | Damage II] Perfect Silence [Rapier | Tier 3 | Bleed I | Keen II] Perfect Repressed [Rapier | Tier 3 | Bleed II | Keen I] Uncommon Beginner's Chestplate [Light Armour | Tier 1 | Mitigation I] Perfect Suppression [Light Armour | Tier 3 | Mitigation I | Recovery II] T3 Rare Trinket (1) | ID241270 3 t1 uncommons = 300 1 t1 rare = 200 1 t3 rare = 900 3 t3 perfects = 3750 = 5150 col

RUBY | Approved. Total EXP: 175,000 Total SP: 185 Current Level: 34 Paragon Level: 27 Unlocked Paragon Rewards: Lv. 5 | Laurel Wreath (Earn Col equivalent to 15% of player’s EXP earned in thread) Lv. 10 | (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, +1 LD to Looting* Lv. 25 | (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, Free Skill Respec

The commencement of week three brought both excitement and dread for Morningstar. On one hand, he had the opportunity to face his teammate from the previous week. After a duel that stretched the limits of the tournament's timer, the bracket formation brought them back together. This time, they were foes. On the other hand, traps had been set up beneath the arena. If there was a counter to his combat style, it was hidden traps unexpectedly exploding in his face. Morningstar stepped carefully into the pit. He thought it was perfectly reasonable to assume their hosts could have setup a

Free from the clutches of the fish-frog mobs that flooded the street, Morningstar regrouped with Baldur. Briefly, he glanced at the Mother of Smiles, still paralyzed from his previous attack. The timer on the status effect ticked down, leaving a short window of opportunity for him to reengage. "Sheer dumb luck, I think. Cro did something--I didn't see what." A deep one lunged at him from the side. Morningstar dodged, and slipped his blade in between its ribs, killing it instantly. Their durability wasn't the issue--it was the number of them. He chopped down two and made his way over