Morningstar

+20 skewer rolls | protein 2 -40 materials

Anomaly | Morningstar & Bee +2 Support Actions

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

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

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

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

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

"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

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

cat distribution system is looking for morningstar takes: x1 lavender cream tea | pheromones

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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

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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

"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

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

A tendril hooked itself around Bee’s leg, pulling it out from under her and slamming her to the ground. A muffled gasp escaped her winded lungs as she splashed in the mud. Morningstar reacted quickly, cutting through the shambler’s appendage with no hesitation. He had no time for remorse. Bee’s life was on the line. He lifted her up, wiping splatters of mud off her scratched face and pushing her on ahead. “We’re almost there. Eyes on the teleporter.” She was compelled to listen. Her eyes locked on to the archway up ahead, tracing the line of players desperate to get off the floor and

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Morningstar was unfamiliar with the surroundings of Donoghue's. It wasn't an area he had come to before. Not that he wasn't curious; other things simply took precedence, such as the relocation of his guild hall, and Willow's birthday, and the mahjong tournament in Yomi, and... Wow, his calendar was packed. Anyone wishing to meet with him was probably booking way into the next year. It was time for a change, probably, but that would have to wait until after they killed the Spectral Knight that marched towards them. He yawned. It had been a day, and he had grown tired of Cardinal's fav

Acanthus only seemed to have gotten worse since the last knight was slain. Her sentences were hanging together by a thread. Slurred consonants and drawn out vowels made for a jumble of unintelligible sayings. Okay, lady--time to put down the... whatever it is you're on... He would never say that, of course. The only thing less predictable than Acanthus was Inebriated Acanthus, and he wasn't about to get between her and her substance of choice. He also wasn't keen on dancing near her blade. He kept his distance, only drawing near the knight when Acanthus was out of range. He cut thro

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