Morningstar

A tiny bag of walnuts and an apple were all he had, unsurprisingly. He rarely kept much more than finger food on him because he was not a very hungry person, generally speaking. He crunched through the snow, crunching into a few walnuts simultaneously. He ate them in pairs and sometimes trios, resetting his palette with water after every few. The path he was taking was familiar, not because he had been there before but because he knew where it led. Deep in the frostbitten tundra, where the snowstorm was at its worst, you could find the Fourth Floor's field boss: Avalanche. Every floor had

Snow had collected on his upper back and shoulders. Brushing it off, he continued on his path through the forest. The further he walked, the less dense it became. What had previously been a dark tree line now opened up and Morningstar could make out things that were quite a distance from him. Moonlight crept through the branches of the spaced out trees. A trio of colorless hares bounced through thick snow, camouflaged. There were no signs of predators nearby. Morningstar's pace slowed, taking the chance to rest and recover from his back-to-back fights with the bear and wolves. He was uns

They darted at him head-on, leaving no room for anticipation. For a final time, Morningstar ripped through them with his sword art. They exploded, tiny blue pixels floating gently upwards where they once were. Another menu popped up before him. This time, a long list of items followed the significant number of col and the few materials. Two weapons, two sets of armor, and even a couple of trinkets and consumables. Apparently, he had rolled high. This time, he quickly analyzed the list and tossed it aside, leaving the items in his inventory to assess after his job was done. Although he did

There was more pain in his left leg as a wolf's teeth dug into it. Then, he was slashed across the chest by another's claws. His cloak had become tattered, revealing the void-like armor he fashioned underneath it. He slammed his fist down on the wolf that was attached to him, causing it to jolt off. Then, in a flash of retaliation, he spun. Each of the wolves fell back in different directions, two of them disappearing entirely as their health bars reached zero. He glanced at his health bar. It was still above the seventy-five percent mark, and he intended on keeping it that way. The two w

Morningstar's counter to the attack was a glowing sword art. The other three wolves made their move, following their leader's initial attack. Morningstar swung but missed his mark slightly, resulting in red, pixelated slashes on the bodies of only two of the animals. He felt a sharp pain in his back, causing him to stumble forwards. Then another one on his leg. One wolf lay motionless in the snow, the paralysis enhancement on Morningstar's blade doing its job wonderfully. The part of him that was not trying to fend off wolves was struck with disappointment in himself. They were not partic

Meteor exploded from the darkness, leaving a flood of red in its wake. The bear was gone in what was nearly an instant. He had taken wild animals into account on his trip down from the Twenty-Fourth and so he remained stoic when face-to-face with one. A grey menu popped up, indicating that the mob had been slain. He had received loot as a reward for his trouble, which was apparently worth a sum of col and a trinket. He intended on taking a look at it when he was back at the shop. Engulfed in the screen before him, he had yet to hear the pack of wolves that crept up on him from behind

He arrived at midnight, dressed in a black cloak that clashed with the winter terrain of the Fourth Floor. Fur lined the edges as well as the inside, keeping him warm as he trekked through nearly knee high snow. The forest was silent but for the whistling breeze and soft crunches of his steps. It was unlike him to venture from a safe zone at such a late hour; yet here he was, wandering beneath the moonlight, cold-eyed. Restlessness was what initially stole him from his bed. What led him to descend twenty floors was a bounty that, truthfully, paid little col. Regardless, he had accepted it

Morningstar finally sipped his tea. The warm bitterness of the Earl Grey was pleasant on his tongue. A green sweater replaced the cloak he commonly wore. He preferred visiting friends casually. There was something about it that brought back a piece of the old world, and he thought that was important. Elwood dressed similarly, although he had chosen a brown cardigan layered over a white t-shirt. It matched his auburn hair nicely. Lightning struck again, nearly making the blonde jump. He should have been used to it by now, but both the conversation and the length of time between strikes had caus

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Pulled from his evidently deep sleep by a sound he lacked words to describe, Morningstar shot up. In a state of delirium, he took turns glancing between the man, the mongoose, and the various random items that had been placed in front of him. He must have dozed off; business was slow. For once, he had opted to leave his music off. The chirping of birds in the trees above reverberated through the forest, although not in an obnoxious way. Morningstar found it soothing and it was probably part of the reason he had so unexpectedly fallen asleep. While it may not have been immediately cle

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Morningstar cranked his tunes. He tipped his chair backward, feet crossed over the edge of the table, and scribbled some notes on a pad of paper. Hubert Sumlin rang out loudly, the small study filled with slow sounds of his melodic guitar. He sat back up and tossed his notepad aside, tapping along with the music against the wood of the table. In front of the blonde lay three items: a trinket, a consumable, and a weapon. He intended on identifying them today. He began with the trinket, tapping away at the buttons that appeared in front of him until a screen popped up. The ring was dubbed "

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Deep within the Forest of the Great Tree, when you have lost your way, you may notice a small cabin sitting quietly in a clearing. Should you choose to inspect it further, you may realize that it is a shop. A sign hangs above the doorway and on it is a name: Honeydew & Hushwind. It is difficult to put a finger on the style of architecture; however, it almost looks like the home of a fairy or some other type of magical being. The front porch has a few healthy, potted plants. There is a wooden chair beneath a line of lanterns, hinting that perhaps the owner likes to sit outside at nightfall,

The journey to Vigilon's blacksmith was longer than he expected; however, he felt the travel was worthwhile. Morningstar had heard the man was skilled at his craft and he believed that he could assist in the creation of his new weapon. When it came to smithing, Morningstar knew firsthand that he had no talent. This was not something he could do on his own, as much as he may have wished he could. He wanted a powerful blade and that was out of his expertise. He loved Meteor, his current blade, but the more fearsome his enemies became, the more Morningstar felt he required more strength

Morningstar, peeking into the shop, sees the face of a pretty young woman standing behind the counter. Her smile helps him commit to entering; he was unsure of it at first, being quite picky with who he brought his ideas. He wanted someone who could take his thoughts and pour life into them, someone who could manufacture reality in his image. It was a lot to ask for, he realized, but people had done it before and he was sure it could be done again. His current cloak was nice but alas, it was vanity and quite frankly not of any real use to him (other than aesthetic, of course). It was time

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Eventually, the sun began to set and Morningstar grew tired from his day of real work. He had not done much of it since the game began, not so long ago. He made the long trek back to the inn he was staying at. He had purchased a room there with what seemed to be the last of his col. Even if he had found a nice store, he was not sure how he could have afforded it. Perhaps it was time to leave the Town of Beginnings—really leave, not just collect materials on the outskirts of the settlement. There were dozens of floors to climb and he had barely seen a single one. He opened the door to the

He spent some time chatting with the blacksmith, who offered his own advice on how to decorate a place like his own. "It would take time," the NPC told him, "but he would decide on something soon enough." Next, Morningstar ventured into a quaint alchemy shop, its shelves lined with colorful potions and mysterious ingredients. The air was thick with fragrant herbs and spices, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. The shopkeeper, a wise old man with a long white beard, shared his knowledge of potion brewing and offered Morningstar a taste of his unique concoctions. The store was not to his t

There were not many stores that were suitable for his needs, unfortunately. In that area, many of the buildings were owned by other players or NPCs and those that were empty were also incredibly tiny. Rather than settle for less, Morningstar decided to hold off on the store for the time being. Instead, he opted to gather inspiration. His first stop was an ornate blacksmith's shop adorned with intricate metalwork. Morningstar pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside, immediately captivated by the clang of hammers on anvils and the fiery glow of the forge. The blacksmith, a man who cou

"I've taught you all I know," Drax states, "which means you know everything. Now, if there's nothing else, I'm expecting other customers." Morningstar nodded and thanked the merchant for his time and knowledge. He tossed the consumable aside in his inventory, sure to need it at a later date. Then, he exited Drax's shop for the final time. There was still plenty of light left in the day so, with a determined stride, Morningstar began exploring the bustling streets of the Town of Beginnings, his eyes scanning the storefronts for a suitable, unowned shop where he could begin his career as an

"Pick one of those items you found. I know I said that they were payment but I'll let you keep one of your choice for being so eager to learn," Drax gestured towards the workshop. Morningstar did so, walking back towards the room where he had appraised the items. He inspected each item once more, identifying which would be of most use to him. He was not one for heavy armor, so that felt like a definite no. He liked to be quick and wanted to avoid over-encumbering for no reason. The sword intrigued him but its quality seemed low, despite the adornments of the hilt. He ran his hand along th