Morningstar

The flames that erupted from Nari's spear took hold of Drell's jacket. He patted it out quickly with his free hand. The jacket's colour masked the singe marks but not his weeping health bar, touched by the burn ailment. Morningstar used the pirate's distracted state as an opportunity, taking advantage of the flames by swooping in from a blind spot. Metal touched virtual flesh and the cut that followed drew crimson pixels rather than real blood. He swiped Drell's side cleanly, right below his ribcage. He was quick to scoot back, evading the bite of Drell's deadly sharp blade. "I've on

Morningstar stumbled back into Freyd's shop a while later, after all of the pointy objects (and more) had been appraised. Most of the lot was tossed aside, worthless to him; however, a few gems had been dug up. The uniques that he did not have use for were converted to mystic essence, the one material that all appraisers dreamed of. "A handful of it," as Freyd had put it, was to be offered as payment for the collection of items that Morningstar had been loaned. "Hello," the blonde called into Freyd Edges. The main lobby was clear of people, but the sign said open so he figured it was alri

mystic essence woooo. converting everything inside of this spoiler. +6 Mystic essence: 219722b 219203 219106 219486 219442 219545

3.18.2024 junk sales: Consumables: Rare [ 4 ] | 219477a, 219544a, 219548a, 219999a Perfect [ 13 ] | 219427a, 219427b, 219460a, 219460b, 219462, 219482a, 219523a, 219523b, 219525a, 219529c, 219529d, 219546a, 219546b Revenue: 15,150 col (used to reduce id costs, no need to send funds to my account) unique appraisals, all paid for: Name: Cold Locket Your Profession: Appraiser Your Rank: Rank 5 Roll ID: 220357, 220359, 220360 Roll Result: 3, 19, 16 (Unique found! BD: 10 CD: 11) Item Type: Trinket Tier: T4 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Antifreeze,

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Thread Closing Morningstar receives: 2,057 EXP (Word Count [5,877/10*5*0.7]) 38,448 col (1 page [400] + Loot [37,740] + 15% P5 Reward [308]) 1 Demonic Shard 1 Gleaming Scale Random Dungeon Map 220215 T4 Perfect Weapon 220191a T4 Perfect Weapon 220191b T4 Perfect Armor/Shield 220191c T4 Perfect Armor/Shield 220201c T4 Perfect Armor/Shield 220201d T4 Perfect Armor/Shield 220206c T4 Perfect Armor/Shield 220206d T4 Perfect Armor/Shield 220211a T4 Perfect Armor/Shield 220224a T4 Perfect Armor/Shield 220318a T4 Perfect Armor/Shield 220334a T4 Rare Trinket 22

The Town of Beginnings came into view, marking the end of their journey. "See you around, Waxton Kingsley, founder of Kingsley Slate Company," Morningstar smiled as he waved goodbye to the old man, setting off for home, ready for a long slumber. "Goodnight to you, Mr. Star. I'm sure we'll meet again soon. We have lots of business to do together!" The old man laughed as he walked away, his short frame disappearing into the crowd of players that filled the primary street. Morningstar teleported back to his beach house on Raitoborou Bay, where Willow waited for him. He regaled her

The bear rushed forth with a booming roar and yet Morningstar stood firm, his stance unwavering despite the looming threat before him. His heartbeat was steady as he timed the bear's approach. With a swift motion, Morningstar raised his sword, the icy blue metal catching sunlight. He braced himself as the bear came into range. Things seemed to slow down as the bear closed the distance between them, its massive form hurtling toward Morningstar with unstoppable force. In that fleeting moment, the world around him faded away, leaving only him and his opponent. A single swipe of Mor

With a final, decisive blow, he struck true, his sword piercing the beast's heart with a resounding thud. As the bear slumped to the ground, defeated and lifeless, Morningstar stood victorious, his chest heaving with exertion and his eyes ablaze with triumph. Turning to Kingsley, Morningstar shrugged. "Piece o' cake," he chuckled. Kingsley nodded, his expression a mixture of awe and gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. Star," he said, his voice cheerful. "I would have expected nothing less from a master such as yourself." "You flatter me," Morningstar rolled his eyes, following behind the

Before the bear could even swat at Kingsley, Morningstar swooped in. Fluidly, he interposed himself between Kingsley and the hungry beast, his sword gleaming gold. Kingsley was unsurprised by Morningstar's sudden appearance. He held his employees at a high standard and would expect nothing less from the man but to defend him at the last second. He grinned without a word. With a fierce roar, the bear lunged forward, its massive claws slashing through the air. With quick reflexes, Morningstar deftly parried the bear's attack, his sword flashing in a blur of gold and green as he switche

The hinges creaked in protest as the lid swung open, revealing a treasure trove of golden coins gleaming softly in the dim light filtering through the trees. Among the riches lay a demonic shard, an item quite valuable to Morningstar. The items flowed into his inventory and the col into his virtual wallet. Then, he moved on to look for his new comrade. The old man had wandered off without the blonde, despite their agreement. He was a handful, almost like an ancient toddler with a wicked arm. He wondered if Kingsley had played baseball in his youth because his leg still stung from the last

A glimmer poked out from behind the leaves of the tree line. It was metallic and small. Morningstar called out to Kingsley, asking him to wait up for a moment (which the old man promptly ignored). He took a closer look and discovered a treasure chest. It was his lucky day, considering he had purchased a golden key from a general merchant only days prior. Unlocking the wooden crate would be simple. Meanwhile, Waxton Kingsley had gone off on his own, far up ahead where Morningstar could no longer see him. "Where'd that slow kid run off to," the old man muttered to himself. All of their walk

"I miss my family too," Morningstar said, although he refrained from admitting that he thought of them less and less as the days rolled by. There was shame and sadness that followed that thought, and he was not open to sharing it. "It would be nice if we could keep a piece of them with us, wouldn't it?" "There's a quest for that, actually. Floor Twenty-Two, Forest of Memories. Gives you an item that lets you look at your memories of the real world," Morningstar explained. "I guess Kayaba thought we would see it as generous but I imagine that for some, it looks like a cruel joke."

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As soon as they stepped foot in the forest they were greeted by a growling wolf. It sprinted towards them, shockingly alone. Normally, Morningstar encountered them in packs. He stayed on guard, wondering if more were lurking in the shadows of the trees, and kept a close distance from Kingsley. He swung wide, catching the wolf on its side as it lunged at him. The weight of Bleeding Giant knocked it off balance, throwing it into the bushes and destroying its virtual form. Loot spilled into the blonde's inventory, but nothing of much worth was found. "Anything around here?" he aske

"Here's to many more exciting discoveries," Kingsley heartily rose his insect container, a grin wide across his face. Morningstar was half-interested in seeing what the old fellow would come up with in Evangeline's shop. Not that he was any more curious about what his potions would taste like, of course. Poisonous berries and rhinoceros beetle juice did not stimulate his senses. "I have to say," Kingsley looked up at the blonde, "I've gathered from my grandchildren that you're quite the celebrity. Does walking around in the open like this not get you into trouble?" Morningstar s

Another boar came charging their way at a consistent speed, one that Morningstar had become more than accustomed to. He could predict the pattern of its movements, anticipate when it would try to ram him, and out speed it every single time. His hits were always instant kills on the beasts, which made his and Kingsley's lives much easier. The temperature of the first floor was always pleasant, Morningstar had noticed. Even on the days that it rained, he never found it overly unbearable or uncomfortable. It was always just okay. The wind was there, but not too cold. The sun was never too ho

Morningstar took down another boar, his third one of the day, while Kingsley eyed a patch of floors. He could hear the old man muttering to himself about what kind they might have been. Either they were poisonous or incredibly tasty when brewed into tea; Morningstar would have avoided them altogether. "I think I've seen these before. If I'm correct, they might be Blue September's, a species native to this world... If I'm not... well, what the heck!" The old man plucked a few flowers, hiding them away in another unnamed container. He seemed to have a million of them in his inventory,

The old man was strange, but not completely unpleasant company. Morningstar was primarily confused as to why he was there in the first place. What had brought a man in his early to mid seventies to Sword Art Online? He supposed it was not impossible that he was simply an elderly gamer. It made sense that there would be a few hanging around Aincrad, purely statistically. "Do you have kids? Grandkids?" "Yes, lots." "Are they here with you?" "No, just me." "You a big virtual reality fan or something?" "Virtu-what now?" "Never mind." They walked in silence f

Morningstar knew better than to argue with hunches, especially when they came from wise, experienced old hobbits like Waxton Kingsley. A boar charged straight in their direction; however, the old man was not worried. He continued shifting through the bush, ignoring the beast's assault. Morningstar shrugged, ripping through the boar with a single swipe of his blade. It was almost like a simple quest for a local NPC, although (in spite of how the man looked) he was working for a real person. It was a win-win, really, considering that Morningstar was receiving loot in the process. He only hoped t

"It has a lovely emblem of a Morningstar on the back, I'm a...fraid." Down the carpeted steps and around the bend of the private workstation came Morningstar, who was either walking straight into a trap or had deciphered a painfully obvious code sent by his transfiguring friend. He peeked around the corner and saw the grey-haired old man putting down a trinket of some sort. Henry denied seeing a jacket with anything on the back, kindly but defensively, fully aware that by doing so, he had become an accomplice in whatever this was. Before the stranger could leave, Morningstar showed h

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some uniques from today's appraisals, all paid for: Name: Vampire's Gown Your Profession: Appraiser Your Rank: Rank 5 Roll ID: 220108, 220109, 220110 Roll Result: 17, 14, 2 (Unique found! BD: 10 CD: 9) Item Type: Cloth Armor Tier: T4 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Loot Die, Vampiric (Defensive), Evasion Description: A black cape with a velvety red underside. Link: URL Acquisition ID: 219722b Name: Might of the Sky Your Profession: Appraiser Your Rank: Rank 5 Roll ID: 220115, 220116 Roll Result: 20, 8 (Unique found! BD: 10 CD: 8) Item Type: Polearm

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The old man was fast despite his age, height, and walking stick. Morningstar trotted along behind him, perplexed by how he had been looped into the quest. A dragon terrorized the northwest and there he was, stuck running errands with someone else's grandfather. "No offense, but aren't you a little old to be playing a game like this?" "You're damn right I am. But, what can you do. Even at seventy-seven years old, I can't take a break. Or was it seventy-two...?" "I'm Star, by the way," Morningstar's introduction was immediately cut off. "Yeah, yeah, I know who you are," the o