Morningstar

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@Astra gives u 1x Devaloka Fragment (1) | Consumable Allows its user to skip the searching portion of the <<Feeding your Enemy>> quest. If the player fails to tame the creature, they will have to find it again by the searching rules in the quest. Can also be used to change a familiar’s appearance to a form of itself based on illusory light. Single-use item.

[MORNINGSTAR & WILLOW] — lvl 101 | tier 11 — Willow poked her head through a broken window. Shadows danced along the walls, cast by a lit wood stove near the back. Her heart raced. “If ghosts were real, this would be the place to find them.” “Ghosts are real,” Morningstar said firmly. The howling wind drove them inside. Fire crackled at the end of the room; the floorboards creaked and groaned with each step they took. Willow knelt close to the stove, soothing her icy fingers. “It’s ambient. Floor 29 has a similar effect. You can find lanterns in places where nobody liv

Of course Oscar was the host. Who else could have orchestrated such a unique event? He and Willow separated. She took to the bar; he to the dance floor. Heat radiated from the crowd, and regrettably, he had worn a suit. He pushed his way in, cutting past the outer wall of dancers and finding a place near the center. The classical ballroom melody he enjoyed so much shifted into a polar opposite electropop track, and with it went the sophistication of the dance floor. That was fine. It was more suitable to dance alone to. He stepped in tandem with the beat, ignorant of those around him. Mas

[MASKED] — lvl 101 — “It says we’ve been cordially invited to a Masquerade ball.” Morningstar leaned over the kitchen counter, twirling his coffee with a spoon until the milk turned it beige. He yawned, half-listening. “That’s nice, dear,” he murmured. Willow, still eyeing the ornate card, wandered into the kitchen. “Could be fun.” “Mm. Not really my scene,” Wobbly, he shuffled to the table across the room. The look she gave him could have frightened a tiger. “What do you mean? It’s exactly your scene,” she argued. “Sounds loud,” Star continued foolishly. Wi

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"Its funny...I had a friend betray me for that very reason." Small world, he thought. But voicing his own friend's betrayal would only have ruined the conversation for him. "If you think Redemption is worth the risk, I say go for it. People are a lot less judgmental towards orange players these days, but I'm sure it would be nice to walk around safezones without being chased out by guards." Morningstar eyed his empty energy bar. "It's not like you can't bring a teleport crystal with you. Don't do anything that's going to get you killed," he said, simultaneously deciding that he

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The home of Morningstar and Willow was hardly ideal for Halloween (or any holiday, for that matter). It was difficult to make a beachfront property look anything other than a Summer vacation home, but they did nothing if not try. Sunset on the 24th was far later than on other floors, and so the orange lights strung up along the awning wouldn't turn on until half past eleven, when it was dark enough for them to stand out. Pumpkins, which Morningstar had carved with precise detail, were scattered in the sand. A variety of popular quest, field, and floor bosses had their faces cut out of the

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# -- POST ACTION -> AOE-I vs Sand's Claw (-27 EN) FREE ACTION -> Lady Luck (-5 EN)

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Turned on his side, Morningstar spat out the excess seawater. In the background, Calcifer yammered on about trying to save him. His jaw tightened at the sound of her voice. Without bothering to find out who the owner was, Morningstar borrowed a nearby towel and rubbed it hard across his face, more to shut her out than to dry off. ”Will you be alright?” "Yes..." he muttered, curtly. If you wait here, I can go find assistance right away.” "No..." The word came out harsher than intended. ”Oh! I may even have a potion, if you can stomach drinking something.” He groane

Morningstar shrugged. "You're probably right. I don't know many people who fish for the loot, considering places like this exist. I could spare a shard or two." He sent a massive amount of col to Mari and accepted Orgoth's Legacy appreciatively. If only he was a spear-wielder, he could have tested it out on the local dragons. Instead, it dematerialized into his inventory for safe keeping. "It's totally luck based. I don't know why I'm getting so many," Morningstar admitted when confronted about shards and scales. He swept through one last group of snapdragons before his energy d

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Oh, wait. It's next time now. Morningstar had withdrawn from Belregor's proximity. There was something about being within everyone else's strike range while waiting for his own sword arts to go off cooldown. It was for the best, moving away than to stay close to the giant, because Belregor started to sift through the waves of fighters, striking precise targets before taking wing. That was really bad. It was harder for everyone to hit Belregor while in the air, even if he was big enough not to miss. Arabelle ran past him. He watched her bound through air. How did she do that? Mor

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