Morningstar

+1 EN Recovery | 243004 CD3 | Failed Swift Action. Healing Crystal (+67 HP) Main Action: TECH-D -> Acanthus (-10 EN) 243003 | BD 1 + 5 = 6 | 9*8-51 = 21 -22 hp from thorns + fl.aura Acanthus | HP: 397/440 | EN: 34/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT:56 51 | ACC:3 | AA | FL.AURA: 4 | THORNS:18 | BH:7 | HB: 9 | LD:3 | BURN: 14 (1/2) | Shatter: -5 (1/3) Morningstar | HP: 379/450 | EN: 24/43 | DMG: 9 | ACC: 4 | AA | EVA: 4 | REC: 2 | LD: 4 | FLN: 4 | PARA-V | SUSHI

Morningstar twirled around Ugzeke like wind, untouchable. He gathered all of the strength he could muster and let loose one last punch into the troll's spine. His <<Holy>> activated, ripping through its back and leaving behind a wide hole. Ugzeke vanished, and the battle was over. "I feel like I should stretch after that," Morningstar said, reconvening with Boreas. The latter had done good work against the field boss, and at the witch's castle. It appeared Morningstar had collected yet another worthy candidate for the frontlines. "I'll shoot a message your way around the time

His voice caught in his throat. The sword was so old, and yet it looked brand new. Its gold body shone brilliantly in the sunlight. How could he forget he’d given it to her? He stared down at Meteor, making no effort to reach out and accept it. It was a gift. He didn’t want it returned. When she set it on the ground, he scowled and picked it up. So accustomed to his longsword, Meteor felt heavy in his grip. The sword had dragged him through the earliest stages of the game. He was awfully fond of it. It vanished. He wouldn’t fight with it today. Dying Sun appeared at his waist instead

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It was inevitable that they would face each other eventually—Star knew that. But eventually came a lot sooner than Star was ready for. He stood at the entrance to the arena, tapping his fingers against his thighs in a steady rhythm, waiting for Minako to call his name. He cleared his dry throat. He was the last person Acanthus needed to face. He almost withdrew. He could have avoided their tense reunion altogether, but he stayed. He had nothing to apologize for. It wasn’t his fault. "Up next is, the man. The myth. The legend! IT's, Morningstar!" Minako’s voice boomed throug

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Ugzeke was relentless. Once he broke free from Star's stun, he went into a frenzy. His speed increased tenfold, but blinded by his rage, his attacks became even sloppier than before. The troll charged Morningstar, swinging inaccurately in his general direction. Morningstar kept up, stepping outside of his attack range. Ugzeke rushed straight into the wall of the cavern, causing a miniature earthquake. Rocks tumbled from the ceiling, hitting the troll on the way down. Morningstar deflected a small one with his blade, eager to avoid taking damage from the environment if he could help it. Da

He nodded, appreciative of Boreas' coverage. "Don't push yourself too hard. I can take over if you run out of stamina." After the latter was finished with his attack, and Ugzeke was done charging at him, Morningstar moved in. His goal was to weave in one or two solid hits before he frustrated the troll too much and became a punching bag. He dashed at Ugzeke, switching between weapon skills seamlessly, as he had practiced. His first punch landed against his ribcage, and Morningstar could feel a crack beneath the thick layer of flesh that protected them. The second, much stronger, took to his gu

Once again, Boreas left Morningstar feeling impressed. Where most would have evaded, Boreas met Ugzeke's attack head on. His stab did the trick, shutting down the troll's rampage for the time being. Ugzeke lumbered at the end of its charge, exhausted--probably from his sheer weight. Morningstar could only imagine how difficult it was to move around at his size. "Nice!" Morningstar cheered, moving in to land his third and final stack of shatter. Dying Sun lit up, engulfed by his sword art's energy. He lunged for a clean hit on Ugzeke, striking straight through his back. Little by little, t

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Morningstar's paralytic venom coursed through Ugzeke, delaying his initial reaction while Boreas followed up. They did what damage they could before the status effect wore off, taking a chunk out of its considerable health bar. The troll stood, its breathing heavy. It didn't seem to acknowledge its deep wounds. It let out a bloodcurdling roar that lasted until it finally exhausted itself. Morningstar swiped at it, nicking its waist with the tip of his sword. Red pixels floated off, but Ugzeke ignored him entirely, focused on neither of the players in particular. "Careful. He looks li

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Boreas exposed his interest in unique enhancements. "Coincidentally, you see people like me for uniques. I've got a shop on Floor 8. Stop by, if you can find it," Star said. His store, Honeydew & Hushwind, was deep in the Forest of the Great Tree. Finding it alone as a first time visitor was a challenge in itself. If he could do that, Morningstar figured he was ready for equipment of a higher value. "Sure. I've got something in mind, actually--if that's okay with you." They traveled upwards, to Floor 23. Morningstar was no more a fan of the Underdark than anyone else; however, th

"It's a variation, yeah. It's called Freeze. A little less consistent than Paralytic Venom, but the shattering effect it has is a nice touch. It's new to me; I'm still getting a feel for it. I'm predominantly a straight sword user, but I've been training martial arts as a secondary. It's experimental." Boreas struck the witch, but his sword had no effect. He wondered if it had to do with the icy shell that coated her frail body. Maybe it was Star's fault. The witch unfroze and floated back up to a standing position. She cackled, and two bright fireballs expanded in her palms. She lau

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Morningstar found himself in an uncomfortable position from the get go. Whatever item Oscar had activated debuffed Star heavily. His body felt sluggish, like he was trying to walk around in a dream. He peeked at his battle-ready inventory, only to realize he hadn’t brought an antidote along with him. Was he throwing? He blamed madness. Their previous duel warranted anti-heal, he thought. It worked last time, more or less, so why not try again? Working with the poor hand he had dealt himself, he activated the Heartbreaker, cutting Oscar’s passive healing in half. Now he just need

Kindling. That was his name. After so many weeks of the tournament, you'd think Morningstar would remember by now. He lacked the skill of memorizing names, though. Now, faces, on the other hand... "Happy to." Their attention was pulled by the song of the second wave of harpies. Their respawn timers were even quicker than anticipated. It appeared he chose the right place to farm. Morningstar took initiative, as he so often did during party-based combat. With a quick start, he charged the flock. His fist drove into the stomach of one harpy, forcing a choked gasp from its throat. With a

“Kestral Run? No, I think they fly.” Morningstar wasn't sure what that meant. "Kestrals? I thought they were called drakelings," he said, right before witnessing Acanthus' monster massacre. He grimaced as she stepped into the drake nest, stomping about on the unhatched eggs. "I feel icky." Wulfrin was saying something about kestrals again. And why was he talking about Star Wars? "A New Hope? Is that the one where Skywalker kisses his sister?" He loved film—he just didn't care much for Star Wars. It was a fun watch through the first go around, but beyond that, he'd wholeheartedl

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