Morningstar

| MORNINGSTAR | Lv. 70 >> P. 37, Lv. 33 | Status: [ // ] Notes: // data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAPABAP///wAAACH5BAEKAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAICRAEAOw== Four; five; six hours passed. During that time, not a soul stopped by the Grand Library of Ronbaru. Occasionally, Destin would check in on him. He was a kind old man, although eccentric. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could tell Morningstar that he did not already know. Books came up empty as well. Som

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Willow drove her fist into the belly of an Umbral Giant. The speed boost from Charge sent it staggering, struggling to keep its footing. Winded, it teetered, flailing for balance until finally crashing to the ground. She climbed on top of the beast, and with three swift jabs to its chest, she purged it from the world. Meanwhile, Star was caught in the middle of a swarm of flesh-hungry goblins. The wargs they rode snapped at him, their snarls drowned out by the flames that spat from his blade—his only defense from being torn apart. He swung with precision, just as he’d trained, and in a single

Star no longer left Lite’tara without a prayer from a shaman. Did they work? Star couldn’t say, but he thought it was better to be safe than sorry. One lost week in the labyrinth was enough for a lifetime. The system didn’t translate the language of the elder orc; Star simply replied with polite thanks and went on his way. “Do you feel blessed?” Willow teased. “Like I could walk on water,” Star said back. Eyeing the humble tents and cabins that filled the valley, Willow tossed another question his way. “What do you expect to find?” He hadn’t thought about it. He tried not t

"Cave in? That doesn't sound good." The town was a mess. Voices cried out around them, a mix of begging and general anger erupting from swarms of townspeople. "Note to self: avoid Dagan after they lose a hockey game." He didn't crack a smile, but meant it as a joke. They pushed through Town Hall, all the way to the back, where the Guild Representative's Office was. "'Scuse me," he slipped past a few angry farmers and found the office door. He knocked thrice, to no avail. He tried the knob. "Oh, it's unlocked. Why is it unlocked?" he asked NIGHT rhetorically. Inside was the Guild Lea

Ohmygod people are coming over here. He expected some waves, perhaps even a few hellos. He didn't expect visitors. He gave Willow a short glance before replying to Acanthus. "Oh, sure. No problem." They scooted over, making room for her on the towel. Three rapidly became four when Wulfrin materialized out of no where. "Cake? Probably over there," Star pointed. "This is Willow, my—" "Aloha!" Came the voice of a stranger. That made five. Who was the shredded new arrival and why didn't Star recognize him? He waved back regardless, completely losing his train of thought. What w

When Alkor arrived in Tomoika, Star was haggling with a dwarf over a vial of Watcher's Extract. The dwarf, a heavy fellow whose beard had gone grey, scowled at Morningstar. Both parties were irritated, obvious from the way they argued. "What do you mean you don't take col? What else is there to take?" "Gold, boy! Sixty-five grams of gold—no less!" "Who in their right mind has sixty-five grams of gold on hand?" "Anyone with more brains than a rock golem!" "Whatever," Star dismissed him with a wave, stepping away from the stall. "Your mother was a rust monster!" The

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Star swerved by the bird's spitfire and ducked below its long talons. He slashed it across the back, bouncing it over to Nian for the next blow. One more of these and they were home free. He cursed. A little more damage sounded lovely. The best he could do was hit it with shatter and ruin its mitigation. He saved his energy, waiting for another opening to attack. Hirru could only support one of them at once, in that regard, and it was best spent on their new non-frontliner friend. He sat back, letting his party put in some work. It was reminiscient of the old days, spent standing behind t

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| MORNINGSTAR | Lv. 69 >> P. 36, Lv. 33 | Status: [ // ] Notes: // data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAPABAP///wAAACH5BAEKAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAICRAEAOw== His eyes traveled up and down the phase spider's leg. It was even more repulsive in his hand than it was attached to the body. Thick hairs spanned its entirety, varying in shades of silver and grey. Was he supposed to cook it first? It wasn't his profession; breaking the item was a concern, and his only s

thread closing Morningstar: 6,746 exp | (4,990/10)*7*0.5 + 5,000 (Quest) 26,621 col | 66 (1 page) + 20,000 (Quest) + 5,544 (Loot) + 1,011 (Laurel Wreath) 1 Gleaming Scale 1 Demonic Shard Random Dungeon Map 229036 Random Dungeon Map 229037 T4 Demonic Weapon 233859a 1 Dragon's Jewel 234629a | (T4/Unique/Consumable) 1 Guild Token Freyd: 4,241 exp | (4,990/10)*17*0.5 44,327 col | 66 (1 page) + 20,000 (Quest) + 23,625 (Loot) + 636 (Laurel Wreath) 4 materials | 4 (Loot) 1 Demonic Shard Random Dungeon Map 233857 T4 Demonic Weapon 233859b 1 Dragon's Jewel

Oh. She had a map. That was nice. Star was so used to hunting down random dungeons that he had forgotten they were storable on maps. "Lead the way," he said. They came upon a large camp, far off into the flatlands. Tents were held up by large black poles, forming a semi circle around a giant bonfire. Four masked figures clad in short, tattered robes roasted the meat of some big salamander-looking thing. They didn't notice the pair approaching. "Cool. They're like, barbarians or something. Volcano barbarians." He crept up on the four bandits, and as soon as he was spotted, charge

Star had know idea if he was going the right way. He hacked through the twisting branches that blocked their path. Trees looked a lot more evil in the dark. He wondered if there was a way to tell the difference between a treant and a tree. How would he know if he were cutting through a living thing? He supposed they would shout, or maybe smack him, depending on their personality. "You know, this might be the furthest I've been on this floor. It's not often I have a reason to wander around in the woods on Eight. Wonder what's out here..." In hindsight, not an uplifting thought. Logica

They found the Ashen Keep, only to find it reduced to rubble. Sticking out from piles of rock and abandoned weapons were bits of tattered red fabric. "Be our guest," Star answered, but Wulfrin was already far ahead. He led them down a winding hallway, and along the way, Star peeked into a cell-like niche. "Oh cool—it's a prison," he quipped. Too busy judging architecture, Star nearly bumped into Wulfrin, who had stopped abruptly in the middle of the corridor. "Gross," Star grimaced. A number of undead corpses stood in their path, with rusty mechanical constructs standing idly in the back

Woah. This was Star's first time seeing Acanthus take control like that. She was kind of cool. He went back to work after she finished up berating the villagers. Now, he was working on digging trenches. Thanks to a random worker, he had a shovel to make the work a little easier. He was very much opposed to digging with his hands. The town, surrounded by spike-filled trenches, was ready for battle. Their time was perfect, too. The army approached. Villagers joined the guards, brandishing old swords, pitchforks, and whatever else they could get their hands on. Star climbed atop the gate to

Star looked up from his journal. He had been sketching absent-mindedly until the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of a customer. "Oh, hey." Astralin was always cheerful, albeit a bit of an oddball. "I am an appraiser," he uttered. Star listened to her request. "Handwraps of unique powers, huh? I'll see what I can do." Morningstar played along with her feigned magic, although he didn't really get it. He came to the conclusion that if it didn't hurt anyone, it didn't really matter. He wandered off to the back for a moment, before reappearing at the front counter. "Here you go.

GAMBIT | Approved. Total EXP: 1,500 Total SP: 20 Current Level: 4 Paragon Level: 0 Notes: n/a.

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