Morningstar

# combat round 1

# find field boss

# speak with dragon

# return to fuzziel

# treasure trove

# combat round 1

# confront carsar

# arrive

# travel

# speak with dragon

To be fair, he wondered if the final floor would ever be cleared. By the time they made it to the end, who would still be left standing? How far could the frontliners go before giving in and choosing to remain within the game? Had things gone differently, had Lexa lived, even he would have considered staying. He thought about the house they had intended on purchasing together. He had made far different choices in the end, purchasing a beach home that he never expected to be able to afford. She would have like it, he thought, even if it was not their original plan. Lost in thought, he

He had left the chaos of his real-world responsibilities in the past. It was not that he hated it; there were times that he missed it, to be honest. However, the serene surroundings provided a much-needed respite from the constant hustle and bustle of his celebrity life. Here, he didn't need to wear a mask or put on a performance for anyone. It was a place where he could simply be himself, a player immersed in the beauty of the virtual realm. Conflicted, he reflected on his time in Aincrad. It had changed him for the better, he thought, and he had met the love of his life in the game. He

Shadows seemed to dance where light could not reach. The path ahead became narrower and more obscured, giving an air of isolation. He could feel the weight of the forest pressing on him, its ancient voice whispering in the rustling leaves. As the day wore on, he came across a short creek that wound its way through the woods. The sound of the water was soothing, and he took a moment to rest beside its shimmering surface. He dipped his hand into the cool water, feeling a surge of refreshment wash over him. In this digital world, he was able to experience the joys of nature and connect with

The dense foliage enveloped him, casting shadows that seemed to dance in the dim light. The path ahead became narrower and more obscured, giving an air of isolation. He could feel the weight of the forest pressing on him, its ancient secrets whispering in the rustling leaves. Every now and then, he caught glimpses of unusual flora, species that he had never encountered before. It was a strange part of the world and one that he had never had reason to visit. As he continued deeper into the heart of the forest, the silence grew more profound. It was as if the forest held its breath, awaitin

As he continued along the path, the landscape gradually changed, transitioning from peaceful plains to dense forests, filled with tall, ancient trees that seemed to whisper secrets to each other as the wind rustled through their branches. The atmosphere grew darker and more mysterious, fueling his curiosity about what lay ahead. His mind wandered back to the journal entry he had read in Dante's bar. The writer had mentioned a dragon's lair. The mere thought of encountering such a creature thrilled him. He wondered if he would be expected to fight the winged beast. As he ventured deep

He left Dante's bar in a hurry, curious to see what he would discover at the end of the path. Whoever had left the journal entry had spoken of dragons. He had never seen one, which was surprising considering they were an MMORPG staple. He crossed through the Town of Beginnings, exited through the gate, and stared off into the open fields. Boars roamed aimlessly and players maneuvered around them, careful not to take their aggro. It brought back memories. Some were good and some were less than pleasant; they were memories nonetheless. He took his first step into the plains and with his gea

Dante leaned over the counter to peek at the sheets of paper and Morningstar began to read aloud the writing on the right side. "It didn't take much time for me to locate my first target. After all, I've been studying dragons since I was a young child. I always knew it was the job I wanted. Now I'll be doing more than I ever imagined. The task I'd set for myself was a grand one indeed. Nevertheless, I've drawn a map of the area to ensure that I don't get lost, and will likely need to draw more in the future. The dragon's lair should be close. I only pray that the creature is sleeping..."

Dante stared inquisitively at the scroll in his hands. He turned it every which way until finally setting it down on the counter and returning it to Morningstar. "Sorry, kid. I'm at a loss with this one," the old barkeeper said, shaking his head. The blonde sighed, leaning back in his seat. "It's no big deal, really. For a second, I thought it was..." he trailed off and quickly caught himself. "Anyways, it's probably just a junk item." It had appeared to him out of the blue, not from any quest boss or treasure chest but from no where at all. In the grass of the Floor One fields,

He almost moved to catch her but stopped when he realized she had found her footing. "It's okay," he stifled a chuckle, agreeing to put what had happened out of his mind. Picking a book from the shelf, he confirmed that it was a wordless husk. "I was partially here for the reading but I guess that's out of the question," a disappointed frown formed on his face as he returned the book to its spot and tried another. "I'm also looking for a quest, though." Morningstar glanced about for a librarian. Still, nobody was around to act as his guide. He gently leaned against the sturdy bookshe

"I dunno," Morningstar shrugged, "mid forties?" A chuckle followed. He was surprised that Freyd was a newer addition to the front lines. His level was higher than many of the others he had met and he sure fought like a veteran. He was happy to hear the man's interest in accompanying him to the Fourteenth. "Sure, you can have my share. No need to pay me for it; consider it a donation to the raid party." The Darkness Salve was a great item but gave little advantage to the blonde, considering the damage reduction it cost to use. The tanks would receive more value from it than he. "

Torches burned in the corners of the wide room. Flags swayed above the heavy oak doors, pushed by the gentle breeze that snuck in through the open windows. The meeting place was kept secret, located in a remote area on the twenty-second floor. Those who visited were given crystals that teleported them within the grounds of the guildhall as well as crystals to bring them back to the nearest safezone. It was important that the discussion that would soon begin was entirely private. Morningstar’s eyes wandered between the other two players in the room. On his right was Mello, the Flame Legion

Heath disappeared, leaving the two alone again. "Thank you." With a chuckle, he returned the compliment. "You're pretty good yourself. Guess that's what years on the front lines does to a guy." Meteor returned to its scabbard on Morningstar's waist. Finishing off the captain ended their raid; there was no door leading to a fourth room and no more Ladonians to slay. He looked at Freyd. Up until the final fight, Morningstar had not noticed anything off about him. For a second, during his final strike against their opponent, he thought he had seen a spark of conflict in the man's eyes.

Morningstar nodded to Freyd, thanking him silently. The tension in his gut had subsided now and he felt a bit of comfort from the man's words. Overtop them, more voices tossed theories and thoughts into the pool. Jomei was clear and rational with his, offering the idea that they may be overthinking the raid entirely. He hoped that was the case, to be honest. Curious his gaze circled the room, matching faces to the names on the piece of paper that held the roster. A few had yet to sign up for a team. Actually, about half of the players had not. He did a quick headcount, the numbers neglect

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