Morningstar

241743 | CD8 | Recovery +2 EN +1 EN Post Action | TECH-G EN: -8 241744 | BD4 | CD11 | (9*8-72) = 1 DMG -> Hirru MS takes 18 dmg from thorns Morningstar | HP: 169/205 | EN: 28/43 | DMG: 9 | ACC: 4 | AA | EVA: 4 | REC: 2 | LD: 4 | FLN: 4 | PARA-V | Caltrop Hirru | HP: 179/200 | EN: 28/38 | DMG: 1 | MIT: 42 72 (+30) | ACC: 1 | BH: 6 | HLY BLS: 8 | MENDING: 2 | REC: 2 | THRNS: 18 | PARA | ENV-0: 8 | LD: 3 | HYPE 0/3 CD 0/3 | BURN: 14 (1/2)

[context: waltz of the desert p.14-17 / guardian of fire p.13-14] Morningstar watched Acanthus like a hawk as she whizzed by. He didn't know what to think, or what she might do next. The unpredictability made him uncomfortable. It also made him more vigilant. Briefly, she and the boss locked blades. It was the perfect opportunity for Star to close out the fight. He repositioned, stepping into the bandit's blind spot. Then, between clashes of steel, he closed in, skewering the boss with a quick sword art. When the bandit's body dissipated, Morningstar and Acanthus were left face

It occurred to Morningstar that their duel was a rematch. Ages ago, they fought at Baldur’s party. It was a simple, point-based duel, rather than an all-out deathmatch; however, it was a taste of each other’s capabilities as a player. Back then, Morningstar had gotten lucky. It wouldn’t be so easy this time. “I wouldn’t dare,” Star replied, drawing his sword. He moved first, closing in on Hirru in a heartbeat. He swung shallow, testing the waters. He wanted to see what the hunter’s plan was, what he had up his sleeve. He clipped Hirru’s chest, and a sliver of thorns damage attacked h

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RUBY | Approved. Total EXP: 175,000 Total SP: 185 Current Level: 34 Paragon Level: 27 Unlocked Paragon Rewards: Lv. 5 | Laurel Wreath (Earn Col equivalent to 15% of player’s EXP earned in thread) Lv. 10 | (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, +1 LD to Looting* Lv. 25 | (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, Free Skill Respec

The commencement of week three brought both excitement and dread for Morningstar. On one hand, he had the opportunity to face his teammate from the previous week. After a duel that stretched the limits of the tournament's timer, the bracket formation brought them back together. This time, they were foes. On the other hand, traps had been set up beneath the arena. If there was a counter to his combat style, it was hidden traps unexpectedly exploding in his face. Morningstar stepped carefully into the pit. He thought it was perfectly reasonable to assume their hosts could have setup a

Free from the clutches of the fish-frog mobs that flooded the street, Morningstar regrouped with Baldur. Briefly, he glanced at the Mother of Smiles, still paralyzed from his previous attack. The timer on the status effect ticked down, leaving a short window of opportunity for him to reengage. "Sheer dumb luck, I think. Cro did something--I didn't see what." A deep one lunged at him from the side. Morningstar dodged, and slipped his blade in between its ribs, killing it instantly. Their durability wasn't the issue--it was the number of them. He chopped down two and made his way over

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Morningstar eyed the Warchief's health. It was a speck, barely visible on the light grey bar above his head. Morningstar charged up a sword art, determined to end the fight once and for all. Gold sparkled from along his blade, which he clutched tightly in both hands. Before he could even swing, a gust of air cut across his side, created by the quick stab of a sabre. The concentrated energy of his sword art faltered and deactivated. Startled, he turned toward the disturbance and found himself staring wide-eyed at Nymoria. She nearly clipped him with her attack. Morningstar wasn't sure if s

In spite of his failed attack, Morningstar did not disengage with the warchief. Nymoria's skillful stun bought him enough time to reposition and prepare his next moves. Glorn, dazed and confused, was an easy target. A single accurate hit to his body would change the tide of battle for everyone. Morningstar held his breath, took a few steps back, and with a running start, he beamed across the barbarian encampment. His normally golden sword art shifted to black at the midway point. When he reached Warchief Glorn, he exhaled. Time seemed to slow down. He wound Dying Sun back and swished it throug

Morningstar hopped nervously from foot to foot, eager to step into the ring. He felt awkward in his new robes. So accustomed to his usual red attire, the martial arts student found anything that deviated from it unnatural. The long, flowing tunic was fitted specifically for him, allowing him to move freely under pressure. A white sash was tied around his waist

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Teion's reply was cut short by the flash of a sword art. Acanthus, like a wild animal, shot past them. The suddenness of it all overloaded his mind, muddying his movements. A wide explosion of a sword art culled the remainder of the bandit peons, and Morningstar only dodged it by the skin of his teeth. The boss, who had yet to recover from Star's first stun, was already being pummeled by another. The rhythm of the battle turned harsh; frantic in its intensity. The frenzied strikes, the bloodlust in Acanthus' eyes... had he ever seen her act that way before? In his mind, she was cool-head

The effect of the fight's extension appeared to be aggressiveness, both for their opponent and Nymoria herself. Morningstar hesitated to reengage with Glorn, nervous about his party mate's state of mind. Her signs came off as rageful, and they way she fought supported that hypothesis. What a day. Whether it made him uncomfortable or not, Morningstar had no choice but to keep up his tempo. Nym put up a good fight, but the warchief would outlast her in a straight one versus one. Morningstar followed behind her and clashed with the giant, mindful of his partner's sword swings and behav

ANEMONE | Approved. Total EXP: 63,600 Total SP: 175 Current Level: 34 Paragon Level: 5 Unlocked Paragon Rewards: Lv. 5 | Laurel Wreath (Earn Col equivalent to 15% of player’s EXP earned in thread)

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MINAKO | Approved. Total EXP: 3,500 Total SP: 40 Current Level: 8 Paragon Level: 0

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