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In the middle of a busy week, Morningstar took to Floor 22. While he appreciated the serenity of the wooded floor, his visit was business-related rather than for pleasure. Sentinel Armaments was his destination. He rattled the doorknob, peering inside to make sure the owner was home. Wulfrin was behind the counter, and hadn't yet noticed Morningstar enter. "Hello. Have time for a fusion?" Star asked. He laid two weapons in front of the blacksmith, one of which Wulfrin would surely recognize as the last sword he built for Star. Through his training, Morningstar outgrew its use and dec

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"I mean-" he paused, grunting as he stuck his blade into the chest of the struggling lancer, "not everything is meaningless. And not everything repeats. You've just gotta pick your battles. Following these guys may not have value, but scouting a boss room or a new floor does. We need quests like this to level; too keep ourselves strong for the things that really matter." The body of the dragon knight fizzled away, but the marching of replacements left them no time to rest, nor a chance to re-use their hiding places. "One more wave and we're home free. Get ready." The pair of soldiers

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In Coral, they would be safe from witches, monkeys, and the like. Star nodded. "A lesson not to pick up strange books in the forest, probably. You're welcome." He averted his gaze for a moment while tapping through his menus. With a click, a friend request was sent to Morrigan. "I'm sure you don't frequently find yourself in places like that, but let me know if it happens again. I'll swing by," he said. Then, he bid her farewell, slipping deeper into his coat as he trekked through the town. Although they met under odd circumstances, it wasn't strange for Morningstar to help out

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Morningstar eyeballed Morrigan in an attempt to comprehend her vast vocabulary. "Sure..." They stood alone in the witch's empty castle, pondering their next steps. He and NIGHT had ascended the staircase and discovered a dungeon at the top. Whether it was still there, Morningstar did not know. Regardless, he felt it was safer for them to leave than to challenge the witch's caged dog at the top. "There are more creatures, but none that we should fight. It's probably best we get you out of here. You could try clicking your heels," he said, waiting to see if she would. "Or we could

Morningstar laughed. "Splinter, huh? There's always something in the sewers. I don't know why they can't just be... sewers. I did a short dungeon in Taft's once upon a time. Not exactly a prime tourist location." Baldur's summary of Floor 29 was more than appropriate. It was a vile floor full of vile creatures. Plus, it always seemed to be raining and the shipyard smelled bad. "The fact that there aren't any safe zones makes me wonder if the past twenty-eight floors were on easy mode. I guess we can only hope that this is a one time deal; that he's not pulling away our defenses. People re

"Have you been severely injured?" No, he would have said, if he could move his lips. Instead, he laid there while she force fed him a healing potion. His health bumped up by a few slivers. It would do the trick. He grew tired of his paralysis' ticking timer. Status effects were always too short on monsters and frustratingly long on oneself. Mimicking an old foe, ended the countdown early and broke free from the Witch's shackles. He smiled politely and thanked her for the heal. His health bar looked fine to him but regardless, it was a gesture of good faith. Star turned a sc

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Morningstar hummed. "There's a sushi place in Yomi that I like for special occasions. Taft has a Japanese grill that's pretty good too. To be honest, I usually eat at the guild hall though." It struck him that he hadn't eaten out in months, not counting pre-quest consumables. He craved a professionally cooked meal. Their talk of food made him hungry, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. She was doing a great job at distracting him from their competition. "Interesting. I like mahjong—but the other one, not the solitaire. Puzzles are fun though. Did you ever get stuck in that esca

Morningstar darted past Acanthus, cleaving through a bandit on her side. He tore through another, relaxing for a moment to throw a comment her way. "Not as a bad as Snowfrost, hey?" He felt cool in spite of the heat. Sweat dripped from his brow, but he hardly noticed. He was focused, barreling through his enemies without the possibility of being shut down. The bandits raged, but their numbers dwindled. The three players cleared the camp efficiently, taking down bandits in small groups and making room for their leader to enter the fray. A bandit bumped into him from behind, backing a

Admittedly, Morningstar was just as glad she wasn't flinging fireballs their way. He wasn't sure Morrigan would survive long against them. "Assistance is perfectly fine," Star replied. They would be finished soon anyway. Morningstar reengaged the moment the witch broke free from his stun. Flames crept up the spine of Dying Sun until the whole blade was engulfed. He slid it swiftly across the witch's torso, leaving a burn effect alongside the straight red gash he had created. Pain erupted in his stomach. Star stumbled back, touching at the spot in confusion. He glanced down at the kni

The once quiet town had erupted into chaos. The behemoth towered over the main square, leveling a building like it was built from LEGO, before vanishing altogether. Debris came down like a hailstorm. A rock nicked Star's cheek. A piece of wood impaled the woman nearest to him. Players pushed and shoved their way to the teleporter, bottlenecking the exit. Anyone who had come without a crystal was trapped. Somehow, Arabelle recognized that Morningstar was one of those people. He shivered. His skin was ice cold—a going-away present from the murky depths of the Black. He slicked back his dren

Morningstar thought that it was pretty lucky for Baldur to come into the game with a weapon he was comfortable wielding. He picked up straight swords faster than many others he knew, especially with the system's assistance. Regardless, combat had a learning curve and his only experience with it was choreographed. In the early days, Star had struggled. Safe zones were his friend and when he did leave them, avoidance was far safer than engaging with mobs. He picked from Baldur's bento box. Sushi was his guilty pleasure, unbeknownst to the samurai. "I know what that's like. I don't leave the

He wasn't surprised that Zamek hadn't recognized him. The man was old. Not only that, but he was a quest NPC. They tended to forget things, especially related to the quest they were bound to. It was a topic that interested him greatly--the learnedness of some NPCs while others stayed stagnant. Many things within the game seemed to evolve and change with each passing day, but Zamek was a relic that seemed to sit outside of time. He traveled through the desert to find his hidden treasure over and over again, never wavering from his path. It was almost endearing, actually. As odd as it sound