Morningstar

Morningstar threw his line out once more, this time a bit further into the distance. All the while, Renault was providing unsolicited advice. "Bring your shoulder back more," he said, "and put your back into the toss." His interest in fishing was so small that he wanted to throw the rod away and go home. He didn't, though, because he had a Lurker to catch. Morningstar leaned back while Renault told him the end of his alligator story. "BAM! Just like that, I was out. No lizards have come by these parts since." "Alligators aren't lizards," Morningstar muttered. "What was that

"Get the bugger! Quick, before he escapes!" Renault shouted, swinging his cane around like a madman. Morningstar would have been perfectly happy with the fish escaping, but obliged anyway. He shoved his blade into the gut of the Fossil Fish, heavily rocking the boat. Instead of disappearing, like most mobs did, it flopped to the floor, lifeless. "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWEEEEEEEEEEEE," came Renault. "A mighty fine catch, sir, a mighty fine catch indeed." Morningstar returned a grimace. He wouldn't have called his catch "mighty" in any way. Renault had already gotten busy, chopping of

It was as Renault had predicted. One Fossil Fish hung from the end of Morningstar's rod, flailing about. It squirmed, and Morningstar held it out far. Fish were not meant to have arms and legs. It looked like a demented anglerfish. Something went very wrong while it was being created. "That'ns dinner," the fisherman grinned, imaging the feast they would hold. "You eat these fuckers?" Morningstar scowled in disgust. "You bet we do. A little bit of butter and garlic 'n you've got yerself a damn fine meal." Morningstar, for a brilliant second, forgot that it had thumbs. The Fo

Morningstar almost wished he had chosen Derrick. He seemed like the quiet type, focused more on spearing the fish than casual chitchat. For God's sake, Renault was not that. "So there I was, alone, in the belly of a hundred foot alligator, with nothing but a spear, a day's rations, and a stick of dynamite." He kept going on and on about his fishing tales, most of which were exaggerated or made up entirely. By the time he told Morningstar what he had done with the dynamite, he had all but tuned him out. Occasionally, he'd chime in with an "hm," or a "that's crazy," but he tried n

Morningstar noticed the orange cursor first. It was a peaceful town with a small team of guards. It was no wonder he was able to get in without being arrested. Remington didn't appear to be afraid of the player, but was definitely on edge. His previously chatty attitude was replaced with seriousness. Succinctly, he explained the details of the quest. He explained that all the player needed to do was wander off into the forest, and the Monkey King would do the rest. "You don't find him," Remington said. "He finds you." Star was only half listening. He was more interested in the crimin

I Just for the Halibut His eyes flipflopped between the two fisherman. Derrick, the Spear Fisher, was one of two things: a liability or a really, really good shot. He carried a spear over his shoulder and a harpoon gun at his waist. Clearly, he was no amateur. The tip of the spear was stained with blood. Derrick didn't need to show a resume; his experience was up for display. Slung over the shaft of the spear were a dozen dead Fossil Fish, the very things Morningstar was hunting. Renault was less of a combatant and more of a strategist. He was older, gruffer, and wiser with a

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Star stuck his sword into the ground and leaned up against a craggy magma rock. Hirru made a good point. Their list of field bosses was long and the hunter had his own stamina to worry about. He peered at his energy bar. He had more than enough for a few more rounds. It was Nian's that they needed to worry about. Her level was lower than the rest, and that meant her energy supply was smaller too. He estimated that she would have plenty for the next Phoenix that spawned, but beyond that he couldn't count that she'd have any left over. She had impressed him, though. Behind her rough exterior, sh

Remington did most of his work in a large white tent near the center of town. As Florenthia's zoologist, it was his job to catalog and study the local wildlife. Deer, firefoxes, rare fauna. He had data on every known species on the Fourth Floor. That was the reason he and Morningstar had met in the first place. His expansive research included that of the Monkey King, and the two of them, alongside a Florenthian guard, had worked together to hunt the creature. Star had come back on a few expeditions into the Fourth's forest since then, and challenged the King on multiple occasions. He rare

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LINK TO IDS/REROLLS Col and Demonic Shard sent to Banker. Cerberus Etching used on Daywalker to change 1 slot of TAUNT to BURN Name: Daywalker +5 Your Profession: Appraiser Your Rank: Rank 5 Roll ID: 224950, 224951, 224952 Roll Result: 5, 11, 8 (Unique found! BD: 10 CD: 9 LD: 11) Reroll ID: 224960, 224961, 224962, 224963, 224964 Reroll Result: 11, 2, 8, 4, 4 (Unique found! BD: 10 CD: 12 LD: 4) Item Type: Straight Sword Tier: T4 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: HLY, V(O), BRN Description: A weapon of both light and shadow, perfect for those who walk the line between the two.

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Quest Six kilograms of vanilla. Was that not overkill? Who was this even for? One farmer in Florenthia had what he was looking for. Uprooted by war, she had settled in a small hut at the edge of the town, where she raised and sold odd plants. The climate allowed for vanilla, and so she grew lots. "Six kilograms, please," Morningstar placed a lumpy bag of col on the counter. "Of which variety?" The farmer asked. Star was stumped. "Uh... What are my options?" "Great Tailed Deer Vanilla or Baobab Vanilla." "Baobab, I guess." That wasn't so hard. H

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He was more or less familiar with Wulfrin's capabilities, but their new recruit remained a mystery to him. He was pleasantly surprised to see that she at least knew how to use her weapons. Claws. He had never seen them before—not in use, anyway. He knew they existed, but they weren't popular among the masses. Maybe it was the range disadvantage, like daggers. The aesthetic was cool, so it couldn't have been their appearance. He listened to their strategist and alternated sword arts, even if it only reduced his energy usage by a sliver. The phoenix burned up as Star slashed through it

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"I swear, I have nothing to do with the pirates," Morningstar grinned, quickly cutting down the Skyrat Raider. He hurried towards the ladder, and eased himself up, one step at a time. The next floor of the ship was the main deck, where most of the passengers were located. Unfortunately, a good number of those passengers were pirates. Star could hear them talking up ahead, behind a door. The captain's quarters, maybe. He waited for Nari to make her way up before bursting in. He couldn't always be reckless. "What's the plan?" Star asked, peeking around the corner to make sure the coast was

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