Morningstar

Things were mostly silent, apart from the sporadic dripping of water from a stalactite above. His health had already grown to a safe spot. If push came to shove, he felt ready to partake in combat again. The tunnel was eerie, not unlike other parts of the Twenty-First Floor. He found the whole place to be dreadful, with two exceptions being the hot springs and the waterfalls. Even The Geode Cache, as beautiful as the crystals looked, was claustrophobic and full of obnoxious monsters. His last run-in with crystalline monoliths nearly killed him and the party he was with when one of them mistake

He came to shortly after, dazed and confused from his less-than-happy landing. He was covered in dust and dull shards of stone. He glanced up at his health bar. It was a hopeful sight. It had fallen into the double digits but at least he was alive. He could see again—without the use of Night Vision, that is. He disabled the skill, lifting himself from the earthy rubble. He had left quite an impact when he hit the ground. A small crater covered the spot he stood in and he theorized that it was caused by the high velocity he had been moving at. He stretched his sore body and allowed his hea

# disregard the order of many of the roll ids in this thread - my damage stat was horribly incorrect and broke combat. had to fix it by adding more combat rounds with new stats. see rolls posts 6-9 for these posts. A thousand tiny pebbles and crumbling rocks fell from the roof of the tunnel, blocking his escape. He activated his Night Vision skill, a green overlay encompassing his eyesight and allowing him to see through the shadows. The gnarl of a long-dead soldier echoed through the cavern, followed by that of its companions. It was always from one fight to another without a chance to c

Morningstar, a bit of a fiend for damage, traveled to the first floor in search of an alchemist. He required a heavier and stronger hit for the next quest he intended on taking but his stash of potions seemed to have gone dry. He opened the door to Cintamani and stepped inside. "Morning," he said, slowly eyeing the various elixirs and crystals that were set on display. "Looking for a strong damage potion. Got anything for sale?" One such potion caught his eye and so, he purchased it. Then, he headed to the town teleporter and beamed up to Floor Twenty-One 1x liquor of light. | T

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Morningstar waltzed unexpectedly into a kitchen in the middle of the woods. A bit strange, he thought, but he had groceries to pick up and he was not picky about where he got them from. He greeted the red-haired man who owned the... establishment? Was that the correct term for a place like this? He moved on to the wares, picking out a few things that looked tasty to him. A bento, smores, and something called bingsu (he had never heard of it but thought it looked heavenly). After deciding that what he had found was enough, he paid and went on his way. 1x bento. | TIERLESS MEAL | OVERHEALTH

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Morningstar did not press for details. "A tank, huh? I'm focused on DPS so that works out well." With Raidou blocking incoming hits, Morningstar would be free to weave in attacks alongside Faux. Their team dynamic seemed sound to him. Faux would be protected and they would all leave happy and, hopefully, a bit wealthier. "Nice to meet you both. I look forward to working with ya." Raidou insisted that they made their leave; it was not long until night would fall, making it dangerous for them to continue. The blonde shot a look towards the stable, where he had dropped off his horse. Th

With that, the fight was over. Jomei's final strike to Boatswain Jessamine left them a reward—or perhaps, a handicap. Three weapons lay ahead of them on the deck, idle. Jomei snatched up the rapier, and Nari chose the scythe. His two-handed straight sword was left over and he followed their lead by lifting it from the ground. The hilt was a shade of teal and adorned with barnacles on the portions not meant to be held. It was a fair bit lighter than Meteor and lacked the paralysis enhancement he was used to, instead replaced with an extra slot of damage. It would do the trick. It appeared

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old stat block | last updated: 4/5/2024 [ lv. 54 -> lv. 33 / p. 21 ] MORNINGSTAR | HP: 740/740 | EN: 112/112 | DMG: 23 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 4 | BH: 39 | LD: 5 (6) | REC: 4 | FLN: 16 | AA | PAR VEN

"I'm not sure about the details, the whole thing seems pretty—not "hushed up", what's the saying I'm thinking of—"like unbroken ground", I think. Anyways, the whole thing seems like unbroken ground. I'm not even sure if anyone has attempted the quest, let alone complete it." Morningstar sipped his tea. He found that Asphodel was a bit of an odd character. The broker knew a lot, more than the blonde was comfortable with, and yet he had never once used it to take advantage of him. In fact, he acted as if he were a private investigator for Morningstar and never took a dime. It was bizarre, r

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"Star's fine, yeah. What do you two go by?" He returned the question. Morningstar fumbled around his inventory in search of an extra set of armor, but it did not seem like he had one lying around. There was a sword that he had long since forgotten but it looked weaker than the one the rapier Faux wielded. Besides, it was a two-handed straight sword. He doubted the man would have much use for it. "Sorry," he shook his head, "I've got no armor to offer either." He continued looking through his inventory while Raidou scanned his map of the valley. "No antidotes on me, unfortunately

Stone Valley was no joke—monsters love the place. The man was smart to call for backup. Morningstar doubted that he would return, had he opted for the solo route. Of course, the blonde would offer his help to the player, despite his strange introduction and repeated bowing. When the other member of the trio spoke up, asking to join them on their journey to the valley, Morningstar smiled. He was glad that the man had offered, considering the circumstances. It would have pained Morningstar to lose track of a low-leveled player during combat and have them die on his watch. A second pair of e

The note was well-written and persuasive. Morningstar rarely took requests like this but seeing as he had nothing to do but train, he did not think it could hurt to support another in their time of need. He had never heard of the player, which he supposed made sense considering their level. He began hypothesizing what they were like and why they chose to begin their journey into Aincrad at such a time. Stories were the bread and butter of life, he thought. He couldn't get enough of them. Naturally, curiosity got the best of him. He wanted to hear this player's tale, no matter how short it

Just like that, the Labyrinth Guardian had been defeated. Morningstar clearly recalled the surprise he felt whilst scanning the flyer he discovered. Floor 28 was on the horizon. He had steered clear of the frontlines for so long but perhaps it was time for him to make an appearance. He lived by the philosophy "better late than never". Walking through the Town of Beginnings felt different to him now, although nothing about it had changed. He wondered if it was he who was no longer the same; he wasn't, of course, but self-awareness was hard. His silver plating sparkled in the sun's ray

the end MORNINGSTAR + 3,240 xp | (360*4*1)+1,000+(200*4) + 17,615 col | 3,360+2,310+2,310+3,080+1,155+5,000+400 + 14 materials | 2+2+4+4+2 + T2 Perfect THSS | Blade of the Sands | DMG II | Keen I + T2 Perfect Heavy Armor | Armor of the Sands | MIT 2 | Heavy Momentum + 5 T4 Rare Trinkets + 1 T4 Rare Weapon + 1 T4 Uncommon Consumable + 1 T4 Perfect Consumable

He twisted the door handle, pushing gently on the wooden door. It creaked open and he was met with the face of The Curator, who welcomed him with pleasure. “Welcome back. I take it you succeeded, then? You wouldn’t be here otherwise.” Morningstar nodded before withdrawing the stone tablet from his inventory. He showed it to The Curator, whose eyes grew wide in awe. “Where did you find this?” The Curator asked. “Out there,” Morningstar returned, “in the sand.” The two stared at it for a moment longer, unable to remove themselves, before the blonde spoke up once more.

At first, Morningstar had not even noticed that they were outside of Fortaleza. It was not until they stepped within the safe zone that he realized it. The sandstorm suddenly stopped and he knew that he had made it. They had both made it. He looked to the old man, who looked just as weary as he had the first time they had met, and thanked him graciously. “I owe you my life,” Morningstar told Zamek, who responded with a happy smile. “Anything for an old friend.” They parted ways shortly after and Morningstar hoped that they would meet again under safer circumstances. Then, he mar

His voice could not reach but he refused to give up. “Zamek! Zamek!” Upon hearing his name, the elderly NPC cocked his head. He was masked as well; however, Morningstar could tell from his posture and walk that it was him, the man whom he had saved so long ago. The old man stuck out his hand, as if telling him to stay put, and struggled over to meet him. Zamek’s eyes told Morningstar that he remembered their fateful meeting. It shocked him; the NPC must have met thousands of players in the period that had passed. It was a sad and yet oddly pleased look. They did not speak much d

What more was written was now unreadable. The words themselves meant nothing to Morningstar, especially in their incomplete form, yet the tablet evoked a sort of power that he could not explain. His eyes were stuck to it until he noticed something move in the corner of his eye. His head darted in the direction of the shadow. It was the figure of a man, he thought, and it looked like he was hunched over a bit. His movements were slow, yet precise. The tablet disappeared as he claimed it in his inventory and he used every bit of strength he had left in him to run towards the stranger.

Unexpectedly, he found his body falling to the ground. His foot had caught onto something, causing Morningstar to lose his balance and trip. He wiped his goggles in a panic, horrified that he had let an extra monster go unnoticed and that this was the end for him. But nothing so much as moved. He picked himself up, digging through the sand as he tried to find whatever it was that had caused him to fall. His hand hit something hard and rectangular and as he tugged on it, it came loose. He dusted it off, trailing the tips of his fingers along its cracked face. He gazed upon the witheri