Morningstar

Upon reaching the ruins, he surveyed the area. The weathered stones looked as though they might fall apart with the slightest touch. He looked around for monsters and, thankfully, there were none. Unfortunately, he expected that the lack of enemies meant that there would be no loot. The low difficulty area was often a sign that one's time was better spent elsewhere. He stepped carefully through the wet grass and circled the ruins until his interest waned. Then, he moved on. Snacking on the last of his apple stash, he journeyed deeper into the wilds of the seventh floor. He glanced ov

A message came in early and unexpectedly. joaquin: any luck with the search? He forgot that he had told Joaquin at all. Although semi-actively, he had been assisting with Morningstar's work, even accompanying him on some of his travels. He appreciated it, knowing that Joaquin's time had grown less free, with guild activities taking a hold on his life. The luxury of playing solo was the absence of responsibility. morningstar: not really. did a quest in rig, though. joaquin: i'm on twenty-six right now. no sign of anything here either. joaquin: meeting with guild later. h

With the last spoonful of stew, Morningstar leaned back, staring into the star-strewn sky above. The fire had reduced to glowing embers, continuing to faintly light up the campsite. He left the remainder of the campfire burning and cleaned up his gear before climbing into his tent. He nestled into his sleeping bag, the sounds of the night now muffled by the tent walls. A light breeze brushed against it, the ambience relaxing him. He gazed up at the ceiling, which gently swayed with the occasional gust of wind. The day's exhaustion had finally taken hold of him. He dozed off into a deep slumber

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The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape. The air grew cooler, and the need for warmth became more pressing. Morningstar took a moment to appreciate the serene beauty of The Eye, its distant glow providing a fantasy-esque backdrop to his campsite. Setting up a makeshift fire pit, he arranged the wood in a pyramid shape, leaving enough space for air circulation. Morningstar struck a flint against the steel of his blade, sending sparks into the dry grass he had tossed in the center. After a few attempts, a small flame flickered to life, eagerly consumi

Morningstar’s first guest arrived at sunrise. He had told Joaquin to come at noon but found himself awoken by a series of rhythmic knocks instead. He stepped onto his deck, which had a perfect view of the front of the property, and looked over the railing. Sure enough, Joaquin was there. “You’re late,” he grumbled sarcastically. “Mornin’, Sunshine,” Joaquin called back. “Gimme a second.” Settling with a comfortable grey sweatsuit, he quickly changed and marched downstairs. His friend peered through the glass of the door, awaiting his grand welcome. It would not come, howeve

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He walked until sunset, taking a break once he could see The Eye. It stood far away and as tall as ever. He had heard rumors of the griffin that lived at the peak; however, he had yet to take a look. He made a mental note of it and hoped he would remember for the future. After a few deep breaths, he whipped open his inventory and scrolled through, eventually coming to the aforementioned tent. The components fell to the ground before him. His search for a tent that did not need putting together had come up dry. He improved every time, though. It was a small tent. Its maximum capacity

On his way out, a grateful farmer presented him with food for his travels: a chicken, some vegetables, and bread. He offered it to Morningstar as if it were nothing special. Although the meat and vegetables would need preparing, he thought that the gesture was far more than he could ask for. He fit the food in his bag, hanging the chicken off the side. After saying his goodbyes, Morningstar left the town of Rig. The trails of the seventh floor were rough and rugged. It made traveling by foot difficult, especially for the unprepared. He, however, had come with comfortable equipment and eno

Many exited their houses as the scene unfolded. The body of the snake was now gone and Morningstar remained, victorious. The mayor sped out his front door, his wife shocked at the man's enthusiasm. He thanked Star for his help and promised whatever riches and rewards he desired, to which the swordsman profusely declined. "I already told you, Mayor. No reward necessary." As the words came out, he noticed a shield-like orb grow around the city. Only he appeared to see it. It formed quickly and then disappeared. A pop-up followed shortly after. He was now allowed to use Rig as a safezon

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The serpent, despite its agony, managed to muster a feeble defense, weaving its remaining head to and fro in a desperate attempt to shield itself. Morningstar, determined and resolute, pressed forward, determined to end the threat once and for all. The townspeople, peering cautiously from behind their barricades, held their breath as the final confrontation unfolded. The air was thick with anticipation as Morningstar's weapon arced toward the serpent's last lifeline, marking the decisive moment in this intense battle of survival. A red streak shot from the toppling body of Amphis Serpens.

Morningstar could not help but notice that, similarly to himself, Takao was a straight sword user. Morningstar's blade was slung over his shoulder and still remained inside its scabbard. "I suppose I'm a little tanky," he started, "but the goal is damage. I'm solo, for the most part, so I like the extra cushion." He shrugged. "I've seen other players run lighter-weight setups for the extra evasion but I've never tried it myself. Might be better." The campsite was quite a lot further than he remembered; albeit, it had been some time since his last crack at the quest. Maybe his m

Morningstar thought back to his own start. Rough was one way to put it; although, he would have described it as shocking. He thought that he had transitioned quickly enough, considering the circumstances. Fourteen days of grief followed his entrance into Aincrad and then, off he went into the fields of the first floor. "Yeah," he started, "I suppose it's a touchy subject for most of us. I don't blame you." His hand moved to his inventory. He scrolled through it, looking to see if he had any items to offer Kyo. Instead, he stumbled upon a granola bar, got distracted, and summoned it i

Morningstar watched idly as Takao spoke with the two NPCs. He vaguely remembered the dialogue and fit the pieces back together in his head. Something, something, Darian, blah, blah, strongest among us, yada yada. The green-haired man returned promptly with directions and an invitation to his party. Star, accepting the request, agreed to accompany him on the mission. He hoped that his previous experience would come in handy. "Yeah, 'course. Let's head out. We might make it back in time for festivities," he said, peeking at the quest marker that had appeared on his map. They embar

The distraction worked. Amphis Serpens' focus was locked on the wooden container. It reeled back, dodging the box, but Morningstar had already closed the gap between them. He leaped and in a horizontal arc, he struck the snake on it's neck. He cleaved through it's thick scales like butter and watched as it crashed to the ground. It was gone only moments later. Two heads had been reduced to one. Amphis Serpens writhed in pain and deafening screeches emitted from its mouth. Morningstar spotted the mayor covering his ears and shutting the blinds. A few other townspeople did the same. On

Morningstar was suddenly thrusted to the side as the serpent swatted him with its tail. His graceful landing turned to a bounce and roll. Picking himself up, he retrieved his blade. He was mildly annoyed by his mistake. The twin-headed serpent slithered toward him, its doubled fangs sparkling in the sun's rays. He matched its speed. The sword in his grasp emerged from its steel case. Purple sparks bounced along its face, dispersing from the tip. A quick slice across Amphis Serpens side caught it off balance, causing it to move away from him and to the side. The successful dispelling

The serpent erupted from the ground and dirt and rocks flew through the air. A few specks landed on Morningstar's brand new white shirt. He frowned. He was fond of the shirt. Two heads glared at Morningstar. Amphis Serpens, as it was written above the quest boss' health bars, was fearsome in appearance. He could see why it had caused the mayor so much trouble. Each body had a set of wings, although they were far to small and weak to grant it flight. He was glad; dragons were not his forte. At the drop of a pin, the fight began. Morningstar made the first move, beelining towards Amphi

In the distance, he could hear a rumbling sound. It was almost like something was burrowing through the dirt nearby. That was his queue, he thought. He nodded to the mayor, who was still watching from the window. He ran out side immediately, shouting to the townspeople to return to their homes. Morningstar was thankful that they did so without question. This was clearly normal for them, as there was no panic or confusion. Efficiently, the people of Rig gathered in their houses, leaving the streets eerily silent but for the sounds of the serpent's approach. He placed his bag to the si

It talked to him, sometimes. He tried to ignore it. Part of him thought that he was losing it and the other was a tad bit interested. He thought it better to avoid conversing with his murder-hungry weapon, though. For the most part, it made strange hissing noises that only he seemed to hear. On rare occasions, it would actually whisper to him. One time, when he could not help but tune into its madness, it had mentioned a castle. It had not gone into much detail; Morningstar was not even sure whether it had intended to speak to him or not. A yawn escaped his weary lips. Some of the village

He took a final bite of the fruit, tossing the core aside and watching as it turned to pixels before him. The only thing within his bag that was not loot was a small bottle of water that he kept close by. He hated having to pull it out of his inventory every time he felt a little bit thirsty, so into the bag it went. He withdrew it, taking a quick swig before returning it to the backpack. He could feel the blade on his back growing restless. He was not sure where Freyd had found it, but it had proven to be a real piece of work. Had it not been so powerful, Morningstar would have switched