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"Cool. Gumbo," Star said, taking a portion. Star had never considered practicing sword arts. He thought that what they had just done was practice, and that boss fights were the tests. He didn't see the harm in repetition, though. "I'm curious what 'theory warmup exercises' are," he said, taking a bite. Quite frankly, he didn't know what gumbo was. Without turning, he began to move. The direction was aimless, as he did not know where olives grew. After a few steps, his foot latched onto something stuck in the ground, and he tumbled backwards. It was a golden cornucopia. A variety of f

One of the newbies went in, while the other stayed back and watched. Star took notice, unsure of which approach was smarter. Omen had guts, though, following up Star's attack with a solid stun. Between that and Freyd's weird laser ball/boxing combo, he was in the perfect position to finish the fight. The cat's attention switched from Morningstar, to Freyd, to the ball. Star took a few steps back while it was distracted, giving himself a running start towards the beast. He rushed forwards, kicking up dirt and grass, and stabbed Ki'Raion in the back. It vanished, leaving behind a bit of loo

They made quick work of Ki'Raion. None of the three had been scathed, and Freyd had even picked up a bit of loot for their trouble. "Nice work, team," Star said, happy to be done with the overgrown feline. "Need help collecting those olives?" He asked Freyd. As much as he hated them on a personal level, he was in the area and thought it worth his time to lend a hand to a friend. "I've still got hours to kill," he said, popping the cork off of a strange purple potion and downing the whole thing. It tasted sweet, but not in a good way. It was more like... artificial sweetness. Not quite med

"You're looking at about half a million col." Star's jaw had been dropping quite a lot recently. He did a doubletake at the quote, his eyes scurrying down the list of expenses he was given. The crew alone was going to cost him 250,000. "Any way we can bring down lunch costs? Preferably, to zero? I don't really see why I'm paying for that..." "My guys gotta eat," the foreman said frankly. "Right," Star spoke slowly. "But—and no offense to you... or your guys—is that not their own responsibility?" "Look man," the foreman leaned back in his worn office chair. "That's the cost.

"So, anyways, the place was a total dump. The floors need to be torn out, a paint job is the bare minimum I'd need to do for the walls, and oh my gosh—the rats. I'm pretty sure it was a murder house or something too?" "That sounds terrible. Oh, well. There are better spots in Urbus, I think. Ronbaru too." "Oh, no. I bought it." "You what?" "I bought the guild hall." Dante's face contorted in some odd combination of confusion and hysteria. "You bought a murder house with rats in the walls? Willingly? With no dagger to your back?" "They weren't any rats in the walls

"So, as you can see, it's quite spacious. It was built for mercantile guilds, but the rooms could be used in whatever ways you'd like," the realtor explained, stepping over a broken floorboard. "It needs a lot of work, but you get what you give, right?" Morningstar stared at him blankly. "Right." "I'd expect about 60,000 col in renovations." "That seems low." "You're kind of getting a good deal, actually." "Well..." Star trailed off, poking at mysterious hole in the wall. The realtor led him away, steering clear of a patch of what looked sort of like asbestos. Was

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"This is the place?" Star eyed the building skeptically. It wasn't much more than a worn down old shack. There were cracks in the windows, letting in an awfully chilly breeze. The door's lock was broken—actually, the whole thing needed replacing. He was pretty sure he saw a rat. Was this really in Taft? Every other building in the area was astonishingly beautiful. Cobblestone shops lined the streets, well maintained and meticulously decorated. Nothing was there without purpose, and they even took care of their plants. "Yep, this is it. Asking price is 75,000 col," replied t

His shop was a mess. Swords and armor littered the workbenches in his office, mostly unidentified. He had procrastinated on a long list of items and let it pile up higher than usual. The plants on his window sill begged for water. He tried to keep up the habit, but it was so difficult to remember sometimes. He smacked his radio. Every day, it came closer to breaking down. Songs would play smoothly for a few tracks before becoming scratchy and staticy. Setting it back to normal took a not-so-gentle bump to the top every few minutes. It frustrated him. On his desk was a thick portfolio. She

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Morningstar took the lead, as suggested by Freyd. The Bastion came and went quicker than he had expected, and soon enough they were in Ki'Raion's territory. Beautiful rolling fields. They were one of a kind on this floor. "Okay," he said to the group. "Like we planned. Me go first. Y'all do your thing." In a flash, Star was across the way, close enough to touch the big cat. "Heya, pal. Sorry to bother you on this fine morning. Er—is it afternoon? Ah, semantics." It swatted at him with its tail, and would have hit him if not for his reflexes. He dodged a flurry of quick claws and lean

"Lost? Me?" Star chuckled. "No... of course not... never... it's bingo night in Coral," he admitted. A few button clicks and the trade offer was succinctly denied. Star wasn't going to rob the girl blind, especially for a quest that they could finish in a few minutes. The longest part really was the commute. "We'll put it on your tab, how 'bout that. You can owe me." Past the Bastion Wall Shrine and far into the Forbidden Lands, the came upon the only spot on Floor 19 that Morningstar could call beautiful. It was unfortunate that a giant flower-cat lived there; if it was unclaimed, S

Someone else doing the stunning was a new experience for him. Usually, that was his job. Acanthus and Pinball slapped the stunned Night King's Soldier around like it was a pinata, poking at its health and applying every DoT under the sun. Morningstar engaged last, activating Charge and speeding in like lightning. He struck the warrior in the stomach with a closed fist, the impact reverberating through the old man’s weathered armor. As the King's Soldier stumbled back, gasping for breath, the swordsman didn’t hesitate. In a fluid motion, he twisted his body, bringing his sword up in a swift arc

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Star looked over at Freyd, who'd come by just in time to see him kick a wolf. "No. I live here (apparently)." He didn't bother asking why Freyd was on the nineteenth. He was pretty sure nobody went there by choice. Ki'Raion again, Star figured. A newly familiar voice caught his ear. He recognized Meteor first and Acanthus second, but was happy to see them both. So, she was their customer today. "I can spare..." he looked at a watch that wasn't there "...about six hours. No more than that, though. I have plans." Freyd was still missing his olives. Morningstar, who didn't particul

"Oh good! You're here. Glad you got my message." "Uh. Yeah. Message." He listened to Freyd's oddly vague explanation, kicking himself at not checking his inbox more frequently. Apparently they were scheduled for a date with Ki'Raion. He had hoped for a warm meal and an early bedtime, but no such luck. Two newbies arrived, looking rather out of place in such a dreary town. They were also being looped in to Freyd's schemes (which were still unclear to him). Had they not been a pair of tier one players, Star would have found them a little scary looking. Especially the guy. He was

"Please do. I'm absolutely shaking in my boots," Star said, straight-faced. Nymoria went first, as she'd offered. They were greeted inside the grotto by the Iron Guardian. Star was unimpressed. He was bigger, and maybe a little scarier than the last two knights, but it was all a mirage; the same fight with a different title, really. His partner stunned the guardian with ease, and it collapsed back onto its thrown, limp. "Okay then. Too easy, no?" Star asked, clicking on Charge and crashing through the rest of the mobs fragile health bar. "That can't be it. What's next? Shouldn't

Morningstar was continuously impressed by his group—first by Levi, who had the voice of a banshee, and second by Acanthus, who did appear embarrassed by her fall in the slightest. "Yeah. Night King's. You're welcome to join. The more, the merrier. We're coming up on the camp now, actually." At the end of the trail, they came to a clearing. It was small, with a fresh layer of snow. A frostbitten lake spanned for miles, entirely frozen over. To their left, was Darian's camp. Levi covered his mouth, and his eyes had grown wide and teary. Darian's body was mangled and bloody, thrown

Morningstar didn't hang out around Floor 19. It was dark, gloomy, and full of weird mobs (and weirder people). There wasn't a lot going on in what was known as "Haven," and the Forbidden Lands were too foreboding for his liking. So, you may be wondering, what was Star doing there? Well... Wait. Hang on. He was pretty sure he had done this before. Urbus disappeared, and back Home he was. Only, it wasn't his beach house. It was the frickin' tent town again. "Dammit, dude," he stepped off the teleporter and this time made it four feet before a wolf attacked somebody. This time, the

Morningstar didn't hang out around Floor 19. It was dark, gloomy, and full of weird mobs (and weirder people). There wasn't a lot going on in what was known as "Haven," and the Forbidden Lands were too foreboding for his liking. So, you may be wondering, what was Star doing there? Well... "Teleport, home," he called, activating a teleport crystal. The lights of Ronbaru faded away, overtaken by seconds of blue while his body materialized in a new location. He expected the beaches of Raitoboru, with sun-bleached white sand and glistening ocean waves welcoming him back to his estate. Th

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"Not often. Once every two-hundred years, for the festival," he joked. "I live on 24, actually. Raitoboru Bay. I'm a warm temperature enjoyer as well. I've walked through this quest a few times, though, so I know the way. More or less. Felt like I should redo it again before I move on to part two. Jog the memory a bit, you know?" Star would never have noticed Pinball if it wasn't for Levi. He turned his head, bothered by the crunching of snow behind them, probably. A shriek left his lips, so loud that he thought the Night King himself had climbed off his icy throne to greet them. Nope. It

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