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Morningstar

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  1. summary. | col: 91,200 (id) - 45,600 (junk sale) = 45,600 | 02/15/2025 | total: -45,600 | [link] rolls. items.
  2. 2.15.2025 crafter's respite: 231831-2 | resets crafts Trading Hall III active - 1 free reroll per unid ids
  3. The barbarians that spawned in behind Nymoria had the physiques of ogres and unfittingly impressive tattoos. She acted quickly, wisely unleashing a stun on the two and retreating to a safer distance. Morningstar noticed them shortly after the last of his group finished dematerializing. He gave them a wide-eyed acknowledgement and rushed Nymoria's side. "Wow. They grew." Using their immobility to his advantage, Morningstar attacked. He started with the left Spirit Barbarian. He charged up a sword art and briefly stuck his blade into the mob's gut. Then, using the momentum he had built up f
  4. KINDLING | Approved. Total EXP: 44,400 Total SP: 160 Current Level: 33 Paragon Level: 0 Notes: Items pre-date IDs. The follow IDs will be added to these items: Hand of the Mountain | 240837 Mercury's Curiosity | 240838 Upgrading items from T2 -> T4. 4,000 col and 5 materials added to your account as per your journal logs.
  5. He tore through amphibian bodies, wading through the ocean of monsters. His vision was clouded by the spray of red pixels. He couldn't make out what was happening on the other side. Shouting filled the gaps between the wet gurgling sounds around him. They were the screams of players, he thought, funneling into the teleporter. He thought he heard Hirru and Cro as well. A notification appeared before him. The light it emitted was blinding; startling. In between swings, he accepted it, linking up with Hirru and the rest. A damage buff came to be on his HUD. Suddenly, he was cleaving through
  6. The subtlest touch of Icingdeath spelled an end to the game for Morningstar. Wulfrin was kind enough to strike him a bit harder than that, leaving him with a long gash to go with the fresh coating of ice. Like, what?? Again? In this economy? His muscles contracted futilely, restricted by Wulfrin's devious movement-locking enhancements. His health bar ticked away slowly until it was nearly invisible, but for the single red pixel that lingered in the corner. Eventually, he stopped fighting. It was pointless. Soon enough, the Finale hidden up Wulfrin's sleeve would be set loose and the
  7. Wulfrin moved quickly, attacking head on. Star was slow on the defense. He lifted his sword to block, but his opponent's had already made contact. It sliced his shoulder, engulfing his entire body in a thin coat of ice. Step 1: failed. He internally groaned, briefly contained in the frozen prison. He glowed, shattering the effects of Freeze using Forgotten King's Authority. Then, he re-engaged against the defensively prepared swordsman. The odds were not on his side. Down tempo and up against Frozen Hide, caution was his greatest ally. He jetted forward, soaking up the thorns damage as if
  8. Morningstar was used to an audience. He entered the arena when his name was called, scowling as he tried to figure out how they knew he believed in ghosts. "My eyes? What?" He stretched his shoulders, a bit rusty, and looked through the stands. Who even were all these people? He locked eyes with Willow in the front row and waved eagerly before meeting with Wulfrin and their host at the center. He adjusted Finale on his hip and reached out to meet his opponent's handshake. "Uh, just want to confirm that PKing is disabled, right? Before we blow each other up? Yeah? Great." His win cond
  9. For a moment, Star thought Baldur looked awfully serious. His expression changed when Star pointed out the respawned phoenix, and so he ignored the hunch. Baldur's quick reflexes brought the bird down. Morningstar moved in concurrence. Together, they chipped away at the field boss' shrinking health bar until but a sliver remained. The stun wore off and it shot back into the sky before either of the swordsmen could deal a finishing blow. "Yeah. She's tanky for a bird," Star replied. The mob circled overhead, carefully searching for an opportunity to dive. It let out an ear-pierc
  10. Skill(s) Being Dropped: Battle Healing R5 Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: SP Incurred Towards Limit: 30/50 SP Refunded: 30 Cost: 30,000 col
  11. Using: Cluster of Stars | 240522 Changes the type of an item as long as its enhancements are applicable to its new type. --- Yellow Dragon, Red Tiger | T4 DEMONIC STRAIGHT SWORD | [#233185] | HLY 2, FRZ, AA Desc: A greatsword depicting the battle between a dragon and a tiger. The dragon coils through the clouds, emerging from the sky. The tiger stands atop a cliffside, fangs bared. becomes -> Yellow Dragon, Red Tiger | T4 DEMONIC MARTIAL ARTS | [#233185] | HLY 2, FRZ, AA Desc: Two sleeves of wrist rings depicting the encounter of a dragon and a tiger. The d
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