Morningstar

Their hosts had prepared quite the show in such a short span of time. Floor 29 seemed like an odd place to host a tournament. Without any safezones, it was hard to setup precautions for both spectators and competitors. Sure, the players couldn't kill each other--but what was stopping the shamblers outside from swarming and causing chaos within the arena. It wouldn't be the first time it had happened. And then there was the enormous jellyfish in the sky. Emrakul was a nice touch, thematically, but Star couldn't help but feel uncomfortable beneath his presence. Through some sort of freaky m

With one heavy sweep, Morningstar cut through the three of the four remaining revenants. Like some sort of terrible allergic reaction, they burst into flames at the touch of his Holy enhancement. The blackened husks barely had time to stagger before collapsing into embers, their unholy forms unable to resist the blade's power. A single mob remained in the wave--a mockery of life, inching slowly towards the mechanical constructs, barely capable of movement at all. "Never leave home without Reactin," Morningstar quipped, brushing ash off his coat. His sword hummed faintly in his grip, stil

"A bit of theatre, a bit of film. I think I did a fast food commercial once. A little of everything, really." Morningstar took the lead, familiar with the grounds of the castle. A crow cawed atop a grotesque and damaged stone fountain. Never had he successfully made out what it was supposed to portray. They treaded over dead grass, chatting until they reached the entrance. "If raids are your goal, I'm happy to invite you to the next meeting. We're always low on frontliners. The more, the merrier," Star said. The witch attacked quicker than Morningstar had expected. Everything about t

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"Performer, huh? Small world. I'm an appraiser here, but I did a bit of acting back home," Morningstar said. Morningstar cocked his head, noticing the reinforcements cutting across the sky to greet them. They hadn't even reached the courtyard and the full force of the witch's cavalry had been sent for them. "Yeah, I am. I took part in the last couple raids. I prioritize scouting, though. I run a guild down on Eleven." Boreas impressively cut down one of of the elite monkeys that swooped in on them. Morningstar took that as his queue to engage with the other. While it was busy gl

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Morningstar hummed. "I wasn't waiting for anyone in particular. I needed a Witch's Brew and thought I'd wait around to see if anyone else turned up. Didn't take long. It's a strong item. I'm not surprised you haven't heard of it though--it's a bit niche." Under the veil of night, they followed a winding path to the witch's castle. Curiously, Star prodded Boreas with questions. "Coral's a good place to open up shop. I have friends with businesses in the area. What profession are you considering? Or have you already chosen?" Flapping wings stole Morningstar's attention. "Oh, they're he

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Morningstar stared at the man beneath furrowed brows. "Do I look like a witch?" Thankfully, time stopped the man from answering. Hearing a "yes" would have bummed Morningstar. He accepted the party invitation just before impact and was suddenly swept off his feet by the oncoming storm. They awoke later on a cliffside, a bit of a walk from the castle. Morningstar, who could never take the trip without ruining his jacket, fiddled with a large rip in his right sleeve. He desperately needed a tailor. Dusting himself off, he made his way over to his new partner. The formalities caugh

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Morningstar nodded in acknowledgement to the player who arrived in the clearing. He looked capable enough, equipped with gear beyond the standard issue. The way he approached the book told Star that he was on a mission, that he had come to the forest intent on finding the witch. Star thought it worthwhile to warn the man regardless. An open tome meant trouble was on its way. "Just a heads up—and feel free to ignore me—but you're about to get whisked away to the witch's castle," he said, avoiding frivolous exposition. "Ever seen The Wizard of Oz?" The quest didn't give the players muc

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