Morningstar

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> Roleplay conversation between Player(s) & Gianna.

One dragon just wasn't enough. Morningstar had to go look for seconds. This time, he brought a partner. "How have I never heard of this questline?" Willow asked. "Dunno. Maybe it's new? Or maybe nobody does it," Morningstar said. Their journey brought them back to the Rough Mountains on Floor 2. It had been years since their last adventure there. Morningstar always intended to go back to the home of the Mountain King, but life had other plans for him. They hiked for hours until they eventually came across the dragon's cave. It looked identical to Fuzziel's on the outside, but within

thread summary 2007 EXP | (744/5)*10 + 500 * 1.01 5321 col | 5000 [Quest] + 321 [Laurel Wreath + Guild 1%] 15 materials 1 mon Topaz Gemstone x1

Carsar turned out to be a pushover. He fell to the ground with a resounding crash and shattered into blue sparkles. As they vanished in the dark of the cave, Morningstar collected the hatchlings of Fuzziel. There were three (as well as an unhatched egg), which he quickly realized would be too heavy to carry on his own. Begrudgingly, he made trips back and forth, taking one dragonling at a time. Eventually, all were safe in the dragon mother's home. Fuzziel thanked him. Soon after, Morningstar had the chance to witness something beautiful. The egg moved and cracked, and out popped the head

It took little time to discover Carsar's cave. The quest automatically generated a waypoint when he accepted it, and so all Morningstar had to do was follow his map. He stood at the mouth, peering in with active night vision. He could see the hatchlings, but where was Carsar? The dragon thief, he assumed, rested deeper in the cave. He shuffled inside, this time more carefully. He wouldn't want to disturb a sleeping dragon, if he could so help it. The hatchlings, uncooperative little children, made it perfectly clear that Morningstar was there. As he lifted one from the nest, it began

Morningstar felt like he was walking on eggshells. He had never spoken to a dragon before, but assumed that they were fickle creatures. He worried that it might want to eat him. Frankly, he had entered the cave without knowing there was a dragon inside at all (although the piles of gold should have been a key indicator that he wasn't alone). He was exploring without aim or reason, as he sometimes did, and stumbled upon a cave he had not seen before. Floor 1 was all but entirely explored, so he was shocked to find it so far from the safezones. "Yes. I'm Morningstar. It's a pleasure to

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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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