Morningstar

stats Coins tinked against the cold cave floor. The dragon's eyes flicked open. Great slits watched shadows dance. Something had entered her home uninvited. It happened from time to time, and it could have been a variety of different creatures. A bear looking for a home, or perhaps a lost wolf. She knew well enough that boars lived in the fields below her hillside cave, for she hunted them regularly. A cough echoed through the dark. It was not the sort of sound you would expect from a boar, or any other wild animal for that matter. Fed up with guessing, she made herself known. "

Morningstar listened. Never could he have imagined what life without sight was like, but she described it so well that he almost thought he could. He smiled when she finished. "Fireflies. To be honest, I've never seen them either, but I'm sure they're around here somewhere. I'd be surprised if the twenty-nine floors available to us didn't have something similar, at the very least." "Diwali must have been quite the experience for you, with all of the lights and everything." Morningstar wiped his forehead. The back of his hand was covered in sweat, but his face wasn't any drier. T

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"do you consider yourself a scout, morningstar?" "Er--yes." "have a fully leveled [searching] skill?" "I do." He was locked onto her hand, not quite sure what to expect (although it should have been obvious). She snapped her fingers and it was like she was never there at all. Either Arabelle's stealth rating was incredibly high or Morningstar was losing his mind. She reappeared a moment later, but that didn't tell Star anything more. He eyed her, properly perplexed, but she had already moved on to the next topic of conversation. "I'd ask you the same thing,"

Morningstar wasn't really sure what was going on anymore. Since the last time I posted, he had lost himself in the crowd of untrained villagers and unshowered snow soldiers, and his party members were now out of sight. He had lost track of his score as well. Where was he now? Twelve? Thirteen? Sixty seemed like a good round number. He'd go with sixty. "Hello?" he'd call out once in a while, to see if any of his party members could hear him. Often, it resulted in NPCs looking at him strangely; and often, the distraction led to their deaths. Oops. A wave of soldiers spawned to his left

Belregor stood at the edge of the shore, dripping with water and heaving unsteadily. The knight was UNNATURALLY TALL and clad in black steel. Morningstar didn't know what to think of him. The suddenness of the fight, the unusuality of the setting--all of it was strange. Morningstar wasn't sure about the music choice either, but it didn't seem like an appropriate time to make requests. He collected himself behind Jomei and let his tank and support setup for the fight. When all was prepared, he moved in. The boss was smaller than Callisto or Wushen, and so their space for combat was li

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Ordinarily, Morningstar would keep rumors like this within his guild. Wulfrin was all he could manage to wrangle on hand, however, so he looked outside of the Trackers Alliance for two additional sets of hands. The trackers warped into Glyndebourne, and Morningstar was immediately on edge. He looked over his shoulder, half expecting to be arrested on sight, but ever since Callisto fell, the guards seemed to pay him no mind. He chalked up his day with Freyd and Foyle to a glitch in the system and went on his merry way. Glyndebourne was the pinnacle of Aincrad settlements, Star believ

Every so often, something shimmered in the corners of his eyes. When he tried to catch it, he found nothing. Each and every time, the 'nothing' would vanish, leaving him equally perplexed and nervous. Ghosts had never seemed so real to him. He passed beneath pink trees, past empty houses, and found himself near the edge of town. He stopped, cranking his neck to look behind. He thought there had been a second set of footsteps alongside his own. But no one was there. Slowly, air dragged into his lungs. “boo.” "FUCK." He twirled quite magnificently, his eyes and mouth comicall

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Morningstar hadn't considered that it could have been a prank call. But he had to admit, it was strange receiving a message from a non-frontliner. Many players might have kept that information to themselves, whether to pressure information buyers or to keep within their own guilds. It came down to how much they trusted the mysterious Hackman. "I could see it," Morningstar agreed, watching the glittery blue lights float away from the lion's dissolving body. "Now that you mention it, it's a bit strange. The coordinates lead to an unidentifiable part of the Black--basically the middle of no

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