Morningstar

The bartender gently slid a drink across the counter. It came to a halt, barely touching Morningstar's palm. The icy glass was refreshing against his skin. With a light grip, he lifted it to his lips and took a sip. As far as Scotch went, it was decent. It reminded him of something his father might have enjoyed, although he wasn't sure if he would experience any aftereffects. The volume of the party began to increase as more and more players filled the ship. He noticed the green hair of a player he'd had the honor of dueling the previous year but didn't say anything. He took another sip of his

Xlear was quite enthusiastic for somebody who had just consumed a grass-lime hybrid drink. Nonetheless, Morningstar liked that the man had goals. His words brought back memories of his first days outside of the Town of Beginnings' tall walls. Memories of the first people he had met during those early days. So much had changed and yet, so much was still the same. The bartender nodded to Xlear's graciousness and turned from them to clean off a few dishes that had piled up. Dante was an odd fellow. Morningstar was having trouble getting a good read on the old man. The blonde eyed the shelves

Despite a tempting array of foods, Morningstar had opted to keep breakfast light this morning. He walked alongside observers and his fellow participants, returning to the dojo at last. While many players moved toward the edges of the room, he stepped into the middle. His eyes traced the hollow, white rectangle beneath him. How he had managed to fight his way to the semi-finals was a mystery to him. Perhaps it was the strength of his opponents that strengthened him. Or maybe, it was all luck. It made no difference; he was there either way. Shaky hands wrapped the handle of Morningstar

Morningstar thought recognized the red-haired man from a party he had attended not long ago, the girl confirming this by saying his name. He wondered if she had also been there. Perhaps they had even walked by each other without noticing. He did not find it too surprising that the two were friends. Everyone seemed to know everyone by this point, aside from him of course. "Morningstar. It's nice to meet you, Nari," he said, meeting her hand. He glanced around at the villagers once more, listening to the woman speak to Jomei. While he did not voice his thoughts about the matter, he was

Morningstar was becoming tired of his ragged brown replacement cloak. It worked as it was supposed to but he missed his old green one. Nevertheless, he tossed it over his shoulders before teleporting to the sixteenth floor. He had heard tales of a quest, made for swashbucklers like himself, where one could travel the seas in search of treasure and adventure. Finally, the opportunity for Morningstar to live out his pirate dreams had arrived. He stepped off the teleportation pad, eyes attached to the small translucent screen in front of him. The message he had received from his friend had only v

It had been a while since Morningstar had put on a suit and still, it felt as natural as ever. Tonight, there was no photo shoot or movie premiere, however. It was for his own enjoyment, which was rarely the case. He toyed around in a mirror, adjusting his collar to his liking. Originally, he had intended on wearing a tie with the outfit but it made him look like he was applying for a loan. He dropped a few buttons until he felt comfortable with his appearance. He quite liked the suit he had picked out. The subtle stripes were just enough to give it some character, while the red complimented h

They stood a few feet from the inn, going over their options. Despite failing to discover any new information, they were unwilling to quit. "Do you think he knows that we're tracking him? He could have already left," Joaquin said. "We've been careful, so I doubt it," Morningstar replied, "I say we ask around town a bit more. If he's not here, then we can pick up a quest or something. It'll take a while to find him again anyway." Joaquin nodded and they continued through the town. They spoke to countless players and NPCs that they passed, hoping to get even a crumb of informatio

Joaquin stumbled forwards, grumbling to himself as he transferred the col to the NPC. The old man shut his magazine and slid it to the side. He was finally ready to talk, now that he had been paid for his trouble. He motioned for the picture and Morningstar handed it to him. Holding it close as he adjusted his glasses, the innkeeper took his time remembering whether or not he had seen the man. Eventually, he shrugged and handed the drawing back to the blonde. "Not much of an artist," the old man said, crossing his arms. Morningstar, who thought himself a decent artist, felt offended.

"This is the place," Morningstar said, wiping the gathering sweat from his forehead. "You ever been to this floor?" Joaquin replied. "Nope." "Too hot?" "Yep." The pair followed the main street of Knorilt Village, eyeing up the civilians as they passed. A sulfurous scent bombarded their noses and their pace hastened. Knorilt was new to them both and yet they were already prepared to leave. If they were not on a mission, they would never have come at all. If he had one col for every tavern they passed, Morningstar would be in the top five wealthiest people in Aincrad. It

As he explored the tower, his footsteps loud within the collapsed space, he noticed a small glimmer amidst the debris. Intrigued, he approached the pile of rubble and began carefully sifting through it, his fingers brushing against broken stone and twisted metal. With each movement, anticipation grew within him. And then his hand closed around a solid, cold object. Pulling it free from its hiding place, he marveled at what he had found—a weapon. It was a gleaming silver sword with a beautifully crafted hilt, adorned with intricate engravings. The blade's metal was dull, however, and Morni

He searched and searched for anything of value. Broken furniture and shattered glass littered the floor, remnants of a time now passed. Curiosity drew him towards a partially collapsed cabinet tucked away in a corner, its contents obscured by debris. With cautious movements, he popped open the cabinet door. In the back, untouched for a long while, sat a vial, unscathed and nestled within a small compartment. Carefully, he picked it up, examining the liquid inside. It was hard to tell what it was just by the color. Happy with his find, he stowed the potion safely in his inventory, exc

He wandered a while until he was reasonably far from the safe zone. A tower, which had now mostly crumbled away, sat in his path. The first floor remained accessible, so he decided to take a peek inside. It was dark but his Night Vision skill came in handy. He scanned the room from left to right, identifying points of interest and confirming that nothing was about to jump out and attack him. It seemed clear and he immediately noticed the piece of armor sitting on the table in the center. It was a simple, silver chest piece with no adornments or anything of that sort. It was not his style

Morningstar was not surprised by the fact he would have to find the items himself. He had done similar quests in the past and they were never too much trouble. He nodded in agreement and a small white screen popped up in front of him, giving him the decision to accept the quest. He pressed the blue button with a smile, excited to start his journey into appraising. The quest prompt disappeared. "Be back in a bit," he said to the shop owner, leaving the shop and returning to the busy streets of the town. As quickly as he could, he rushed towards the front gate. He tried his best not to

Another sunny day in the Town of Beginnings. Morningstar stepped out of the inn where he had been staying. It was early and the sky was a mix of red and blue hues. Today, he was on a mission. He wiped his weary eyes and, wrapping himself in a ratty old cloak, he ventured off into the street. His eyes wandered between shops as he searched for one in particular. It took some time but, eventually, he found it. A small, wooden store sat at the edge of the road. A pair of customers exited just as he got there, talking about a special enhancement they had received on a sword. Morningstar c

"Coming right up," Dante said, turning from the pair to grab a few bottles from the shelves behind him. The stranger began speaking to Morningstar, a hint of enthusiasm in his voice as he curiously questioned life on the higher floors. The blonde obliged his questions, interested in his new acquaintance as well. "Each floor is different. They all have individual histories and themes to them. I'm sure you've already guessed that the difficulty of the monsters is consistently increased as you climb but if you stay within the safe zones, even you could take a look," Morningstar smiled b

Morningstar turned his head upon hearing the sounds of another player taking a seat at the bar. His initial assessment of the man was that he was inexperienced; it was possible that he had never left the walls of the Town of Beginnings at all. Morningstar held no judgment towards the stranger. It had not been long since he was in that position himself. The player had snow-white hair that puzzled Morningstar. He was sure that it had been dyed. Either way, he thought it suited him well. His attention returned to the bar, noticing the door to the back swing open. Out popped an older gentlema

Town of Beginnings - Floor 1 Silence was rare in the Town of Beginnings. If you looked hard enough, however, you could find it. That's just what Morningstar had done. Somewhere between the market and housing districts, he found an empty street. His raggedy brown cloak was draped over his shoulders, shading him from the sun. He missed his old green one but did not regret giving it away. After all, the elf he had lent it to needed it far more than he did. He swiped his hand, his menu popping up in front of him. He liked quiet places but still enjoyed the company of others. Cyclin

The hot springs group had grown to a fair size in the time since Morningstar had arrived. To Yona's comment about "moving too quickly," he replied with a not-so-serious smirk and wink. He zoned out for some time, listening to the split conversations that were happening around him. He welcomed Astreya and Astralin with a lazy peace sign, warm water dripping from his weary hand, and then returned to a semi-conscious state nearly beneath the water. His brain, tired from the day and fried from the heat, was not sure how long they had been in the pool. It fell somewhere between twelve minutes and t

How much time had passed before his arrival and Elwood’s return to the living room was a mystery to him. He funneled back in, a small tray in his hands. On top sat an ornate teapot and two cups. It was rare to see the man dressed in anything that did not look kingly. Morningstar wondered if he was one of the few who had seen it. "I hope you don't take honey or anything. I'm afraid I'm all out." "I'm sure it's fine how it is," Morningstar smiled. Elwood poured tea for the both of them. He was slow and precise, in the same way he was in all aspects of life. He hated to rush. Earl

They stepped into the safe zone, backtracking toward the spot where Tythen and Morningstar had met. Morningstar recognized the elf immediately, huddled at the edge of the street. He was covered in the same cloak as before and he looked a bit cold. The moment he saw Fonsa, Tythen drew his weary wife into a fierce embrace. Over her shoulder, he mouthed "Thank you." When they finally drew apart, the grateful elf wrapped an arm around Fonsa's shoulders, holding her tight to his side. "I cannot thank you enough for bringing my Fonsa back safely. You have already done so much, but if you would

"There's honor in that. What is your name?" Fonsa asked. "Morningstar." "I'm grateful to you, Morningstar." He took another bite of his apple. It was sweet and firm. He hated soft apples. They lacked all of the qualities that he thought made apples decent fruit. They weren't crisp, they were never as juicy, and they just felt bad to eat. He had chosen these two well, he thought. He tossed it to the side of the path when he had eaten all that he could. "We're here," he said, coming to a stop outside of the gate. She looked at him briefly. "Do you have a spare cloak?"

"Want something to eat?" Morningstar asked. They were close to the city but he thought he would offer anyway. They had both had long days. With a swish of his hand, a blue screen opened inches from his face. He tapped different sections of it and, suddenly, an apple formed in each hand. It wasn't much—he knew that—but it would do the trick. He stuck one out to Fonsa and she took it graciously. "Thank you," she said. "It's no problem." Morningstar didn't mind gaps in conversation but these didn't feel like gaps. They were like voids. He bit into the apple, the satisfying cru

They walked the first stretch of the way back to town in silence. Morningstar's hood was up once again but now his face was more visible. They passed through the dead wasteland at a slow pace so that Fonsa could keep up despite her injuries. "Why come here?" Morningstar asked. She said nothing in response, her eyes kept on the road ahead. "I saw the treasure. You didn't take any though, so that's not it." Still, he received nothing but silence. "Did you at least find what you were looking for?" "No," Fonsa said, finally. Morningstar could not tell whether she

Morningstar's blade burned gold for only a brief moment as he made his final attack. Fonsa stayed low while Meteor arced in a bright wave, hitting both of the stags simultaneously. The stumbled for a moment, bright red pixels falling from their wounds, before shattering into a storm of blue. He rushed to Fonsa's side, looking down at the drop they would need to take. She could not have made it alone but with him there to help, Fonsa would be fine. Morningstar crept down the few stairs that remained and leaped down to the sixth floor. "I'll catch you," he told Fonsa. Skeptical, F

The wounded stag swung at Morningstar with its horns but it was too slow to come close to hitting Morningstar. He had weakened it enough for it to become far less of a threat than it had been before. He used this chance to retrieve his sword by grabbing hold of the hilt and using a leg to help pull it from the stag's chest where it was stuck. This angered the stag even more, causing it to lash out in a flurry of weakened attacks. Morningstar dodged and blocked them all with ease. Fonsa had made it to the stairs but looked down hesitantly at the drop. Morningstar looked at her in between a