Morningstar

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Admittedly, Morningstar was just as glad she wasn't flinging fireballs their way. He wasn't sure Morrigan would survive long against them. "Assistance is perfectly fine," Star replied. They would be finished soon anyway. Morningstar reengaged the moment the witch broke free from his stun. Flames crept up the spine of Dying Sun until the whole blade was engulfed. He slid it swiftly across the witch's torso, leaving a burn effect alongside the straight red gash he had created. Pain erupted in his stomach. Star stumbled back, touching at the spot in confusion. He glanced down at the kni

The once quiet town had erupted into chaos. The behemoth towered over the main square, leveling a building like it was built from LEGO, before vanishing altogether. Debris came down like a hailstorm. A rock nicked Star's cheek. A piece of wood impaled the woman nearest to him. Players pushed and shoved their way to the teleporter, bottlenecking the exit. Anyone who had come without a crystal was trapped. Somehow, Arabelle recognized that Morningstar was one of those people. He shivered. His skin was ice cold—a going-away present from the murky depths of the Black. He slicked back his dren

Morningstar thought that it was pretty lucky for Baldur to come into the game with a weapon he was comfortable wielding. He picked up straight swords faster than many others he knew, especially with the system's assistance. Regardless, combat had a learning curve and his only experience with it was choreographed. In the early days, Star had struggled. Safe zones were his friend and when he did leave them, avoidance was far safer than engaging with mobs. He picked from Baldur's bento box. Sushi was his guilty pleasure, unbeknownst to the samurai. "I know what that's like. I don't leave the

He wasn't surprised that Zamek hadn't recognized him. The man was old. Not only that, but he was a quest NPC. They tended to forget things, especially related to the quest they were bound to. It was a topic that interested him greatly--the learnedness of some NPCs while others stayed stagnant. Many things within the game seemed to evolve and change with each passing day, but Zamek was a relic that seemed to sit outside of time. He traveled through the desert to find his hidden treasure over and over again, never wavering from his path. It was almost endearing, actually. As odd as it sound

He poised himself. His fist took on a golden aura as he prepared a stun for the shielded knight. A decrease in his damage meant nothing if he could buy himself some time to retrieve his weapon. He jetted towards the dragon knight, aiming directly at the body-length slab of metal it blocked with, but the knight folded before Morningstar could get close. Typhoonflame stood over the limp dragon knight, rapier at the ready. Her own stun had procced faster than he could get activate his own. He ran through their situation in his head. The lancer would wake soon, its aggro set to Morningstar. H

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And the fight was on. He was surprised to see Astra join in so quickly. Quite honestly, Morningstar hadn't expected him to fight at all. It was safer to sit on the sidelines; Star wouldn't have blamed him. It showed courage, though he wasn't in favor of others playing so risky. The same could have been said about Mina's up-close-and-personal playstyle, but Morningstar settled for a wince and a "yikes." He switched in with his wounded teammate. He was quick and he could soak up the damage if the king proved quicker. "Wulfrin--stay close. He's on me. Look for a flank and I'll keep

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It wasn't as bad as Floor 9, but Morningstar wasn't a fan of 5 either. Floor 4 was a winter paradise, so of course the designers would follow it up with the driest desert imaginable. The worst part wasn't the heat. It was the memories. He didn't mind helping a friend, no matter the quest they needed doing, but Firefly had picked the Traveler. To detest it was warranted. When he found his guildmate, he feigned pleasure. "A walk in the desert will be nice," he said. How he had made it as an actor was beyond him; he was far too pleased to be slick with sweat and chugging back flasks of water

"I'll admit, this has all been a little impromptu. But of course there was a plan. Kill them quick," he shrugged, pushing open the doors of the witch's manor. To his amazement, nothing had changed. It was the same tacky castle with children's-movie-made-horror vibe. The decorations implied wealth, but they didn't convince Morningstar. He took swift glances around the room and deemed it fit for a Disney attraction. The witch stood at the top of the stairs as if to greet them. Star met Morrigan's confused glance with his own. "Last time she came out swinging," he said. He followed

Pieces of dock fell with the rain. Eyes wide, Morningstar deflected the jagged plank that tumbled towards him. Visceral ramblings spilled from the split lips of the creature in the ocean. The phrases she uttered were mindless and decontextualized. Morningstar ignored whatever meaning there was to them and instead chose focus on how they could take it down. Never had he encountered something so difficult to comprehend. Where was her health bar? What was her weakness? The Mother of Smiles let out another shriek. While she did, Morningstar attacked. He slipped out of her field of view.

Morningstar frowned, offended as if he were L. Frank Baum in the flesh. Dull? At least she knew what the Wizard of Oz was. It would save him the trouble of contextualizing everything they encountered. Ages ago, he and NIGHT had slaughtered a group of brainwashed Winkies after defeating the witch. A layman might have thought they were short people, or maybe children. It wasn't something he wanted to explain to Morrigan. She confidently attacked one of the elite monkey's that arrived with the second wave. As the quest waves reduced in size, they rose in power. These monkeys were bigger