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Morningstar

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  1. His name hung in the air, but which direction did it come from? Behind him? From his left? A moon-beast jumped at him, tearing his leg open with claws as thick as blades. He knocked it aside with a grunt. Acanthus came into view. It appeared opening his inventory to find his sword would have been a waste of seconds, seeing as it was in her hands the whole time. “I’m sure it would have returned to your inventory eventually, but I… I was worried.” His shoulders dropped and his breath settled. Someone else (Freyd, he thought) spouted off something from the side, but Morningstar ign
  2. data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAPABAP///wAAACH5BAEKAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAICRAEAOw== data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAPABAP///wAAACH5BAEKAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAICRAEAOw== ♦ms. Lighting tore through the sky above Kineallan Parish. The toll of a bell echoed from the dead church. Below the constant downpour, the frontliners braved on, challenging yet another Spectral Knight. There was no end to them. For every knight they slew, it seemed another followed behind. They did all they could to keep them from advancing to Ilridge, forming a stro
  3. Thread Closing: @Simmonereceives 1 Guild Token as Treasurer of Firm Anima (3 members in thread) Freyd receives: 18695 EXP (Word Count [5042/5*18] +3% Guild Rank) 3365 col (0 page [0] + 15% P5 Reward [2804] +3% Guild Rank) 1 Mon 1 Guild Token Elora receives: 5193 EXP (Word Count [5042/5*5] +3% Guild Rank) 934 col (0 page [0] + 15% P5 Reward [778] +3% Guild Rank) 1 Mon 1 Guild Token Katoka receives: 7269 EXP (Word Count [5042/5*7] +3% Guild Rank) 21658 col (0 page [0] + Loot [20350] + 15% P5 Reward [1090] +3% Guild Rank) 2 mats (loot [2]) 1 Mo
  4. Morningstar watched Freyd play with the knight. For a tank, he really didn't do much tanking. He moved from side to side, dodging each and every swing of the Spectral Knight's sword. It looked a little silly from a spectator's point of view, so Morningstar giggled. Maybe he was just tired. Ciela missed again. He didn't laugh at that. That would be rude. One more thumbs up would do the trick, though, so he curled up his hand again. "Nice try, nice try." He paired his attack with a bear trap, a Callisto drop that had been lost in the bowels of his inventory for centuries. He wasn't rea
  5. "That's Stephen Strange. He's a wizard. I don't think he's real. I'm Stephen Star. I was in a toilet paper commercial once. "And it's not gambling if you always win," he added. He whispered to Acanthus, "why's he saying McMuffin?" before stringing off to a different drake. When they were giant and trying to kill him, he felt a lot better about fighting back. Stepping on babies was one thing, stabbing adults was another. He was learning where his morals lay. He struck the drake matriarch in the side, but its thick, scaly hide took the brunt of the damage. Now, Morningstar only ne
  6. +20 skewer rolls | protein 2 -40 materials
  7. Anomaly | Morningstar & Bee +2 Support Actions
  8. thread summary Morningstar: 7604 EXP | (4753/5)*8 1140 col | 1140 [p15] 1 guild token 1 mon Bee: 950 EXP | (4753/5)*1 400 col | 400 [1 page] 1 guild token (sent to bistro) 1 mon
  9. The knights charged together. Morningstar shouted the first location that came to mind and disappeared. The Trackers Alliance outpost, now a ruined mess, vanished before him. The chirping of birds filled his ears, and the quiet bubbling of a river. Coral came into view. Obviously his subconscious needed a vacation. He stepped off the teleporter and into the peaceful town. Standing in the street dressed in mangled clothing and covered in deep wounds, he looked like the victim of a horrible accident. He was left to figure out what to do next. Find Bee? Go back to the guild hall? R
  10. By now, it’s tentacular arms had regrown. It poked through the bars of the cage, stretching out to strangle the injured player, but Morningstar lay just out of reach. A winded cough exited his throat as he gasped for air. As the knight approached, its dead eyes drifted to the Shambler. It held out a hand and touched one of its tentacles. The Shambler began to change. Morningstar’s eyes grew anxiously. He made a strange, confused sound and scrambled to his feet, picking up his scratched up blade along the way. The Shambler contorted into positions that were even more uncomfortable tha
  11. Blood pixels drifted from Morningstar’s battered body, dispersing in the wet air. He winced, pulling his leg from the rubble of a crumbling building. Rain-soaked hair fell into his eyes as he cleared through rocks and stones to free himself. The knight clambered towards him at a walking pace, as if to taunt him. Morningstar crawled on all fours, jolting into a sprint when he could find his balance. His leg cried out, a dull burning sensation limited only by pain inhibitors. He ignored it the best he could. The knight was on his tail. He made it to the guild base first, but the knight
  12. Zamek walked ahead of the trackers. He was spry for his old age. How old was he now? 120? 130? He sure looked it. His leathery skin was dark and spotty, from sun exposure no doubt. It aged him tenfold. Realistically, he couldn't have been much older than seventy. Myst looked tired. It was hard to tell with cats, though. Morningstar always thought they looked tired. He hoped his water would cheer her up. It couldn't have been comfortable under all that fur. The wind kicked up. Star wondered if a storm was on the way. They happened so frequently in the desert that he wasn't sure whethe
  13. "It's an old superstition. I don't know if I put much weight in it. I think it's biblical, but who knows really," Morningstar shared. "I mean, western buildings tend to renumber the thirteenth floor, but the floor still physically exists. I think it's just become another way for companies to cater to the consumer," he rolled his eyes. Everything was marketing. A bright wisp danced in the corner of his eye. The floor's spirits weren't exactly what he meant, but it appeared Yue Hua understood this. "Really? I can't say I've been so lucky. I think I've seen ghosts in the game--players who sh
  14. A man told him not to trust the traveling gypsy. "She'll steal your soul," he said, before guzzling down whatever vile poison the bartender had on tap. Morningstar didn't believe in souls, and he didn't listen to drunkards. But Warden told him something similar, and he trusted Warden. "She'll hold you to your debts. Don't deal with her and expect to leave scot-free." Morningstar never asked what sort of favor she had called in, but only because Warden never offered to tell. He was the quiet type; it was difficult to get anything out of him. He wasn't one for small talk and he didn't
  15. cat distribution system is looking for morningstar takes: x1 lavender cream tea | pheromones
  16. this is an experimental thread data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAPABAP///wAAACH5BAEKAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAICRAEAOw== data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAPABAP///wAAACH5BAEKAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAICRAEAOw== ♦ms. THE RIVER All he could get his hands on was a rowboat. It fits two, but he sits alone, paddling through the dark with a glow stone in his lap. The river is ice cold. When he digs too deep with his paddle and the water kisses his hand, he feels it. It stings a little.
  17. As I said, Morningstar was engaged. To be MARRIED. He didn't have time for silly little games and mini-boss fights. He had to somehow find an interest in keeping his lawn prim (he lived on a white sand beach) and figure out what R-R-S-P meant (mom always took care of the money). And then there was the whole ring ordeal, and the wedding to plan, and the honeymoon to prepare for, and ohmygod what about kids, should they have kids?, can they have kids? Breathe, buddy. Breathe. Just give her a kiss and go fight Zandra's weird monsters. And so he did. A quick peck on the cheek and off he
  18. Morningstar winced. The first attack of Ciela's career ended in a miss. Didn't everyone's, though? "Nice try, nice try." Her white-knuckle grip, the tension in her cheeks. Ciela was annoyed--and justifiably so. Everything was a little more important when you were new. You wanted to leave a good first impression on the other frontliners. You wanted to feel the satisfaction of impacting the outcome of the fight, whether that was through tanking, or healing, or pure damage. You wanted to feel strong. Morningstar had come to the crippling realization when he first started that the frontl
  19. "Hadn't found the time," he said. "But yeah--what Wulfrin said. A not-so-fun little tidbit. We've confirmed that shamblers are people, but we can't say for certain that the others are." He wanted to add that he was working on it, but truthfully, he thought it was a bust. His makeshift laboratory was in ruins, his captive shambler had been rewritten into a knight, and he was so, so tired. Quick. 3 seconds before attack. Close eyes. Quick. Barely more than a blink and it was his go. He darted for the Spectral Knight, collapsing on it alongside his team, and sliced through it preci
  20. He looked upon his enemy and the quest objective made sense. 1/5 Spectral Knights defeated. “So this is what it’s referring to,” he mumbled, wiping his face clean with a beat up sleeve. The knight dashed quickly and their weapons clashed. It was powerful. The health bars that formed above its head were comparable to a field boss’ and every swing it made hit like a train. Morningstar was fast, and could block them with little trouble, but even still, they hurt. He dropped low beneath a wide arc, choosing to dodge rather than take the brunt of the attack. He kited backwards, towar
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