Morningstar

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

He poised himself. His fist took on a golden aura as he prepared a stun for the shielded knight. A decrease in his damage meant nothing if he could buy himself some time to retrieve his weapon. He jetted towards the dragon knight, aiming directly at the body-length slab of metal it blocked with, but the knight folded before Morningstar could get close. Typhoonflame stood over the limp dragon knight, rapier at the ready. Her own stun had procced faster than he could get activate his own. He ran through their situation in his head. The lancer would wake soon, its aggro set to Morningstar. H

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And the fight was on. He was surprised to see Astra join in so quickly. Quite honestly, Morningstar hadn't expected him to fight at all. It was safer to sit on the sidelines; Star wouldn't have blamed him. It showed courage, though he wasn't in favor of others playing so risky. The same could have been said about Mina's up-close-and-personal playstyle, but Morningstar settled for a wince and a "yikes." He switched in with his wounded teammate. He was quick and he could soak up the damage if the king proved quicker. "Wulfrin--stay close. He's on me. Look for a flank and I'll keep

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It wasn't as bad as Floor 9, but Morningstar wasn't a fan of 5 either. Floor 4 was a winter paradise, so of course the designers would follow it up with the driest desert imaginable. The worst part wasn't the heat. It was the memories. He didn't mind helping a friend, no matter the quest they needed doing, but Firefly had picked the Traveler. To detest it was warranted. When he found his guildmate, he feigned pleasure. "A walk in the desert will be nice," he said. How he had made it as an actor was beyond him; he was far too pleased to be slick with sweat and chugging back flasks of water

"I'll admit, this has all been a little impromptu. But of course there was a plan. Kill them quick," he shrugged, pushing open the doors of the witch's manor. To his amazement, nothing had changed. It was the same tacky castle with children's-movie-made-horror vibe. The decorations implied wealth, but they didn't convince Morningstar. He took swift glances around the room and deemed it fit for a Disney attraction. The witch stood at the top of the stairs as if to greet them. Star met Morrigan's confused glance with his own. "Last time she came out swinging," he said. He followed

Pieces of dock fell with the rain. Eyes wide, Morningstar deflected the jagged plank that tumbled towards him. Visceral ramblings spilled from the split lips of the creature in the ocean. The phrases she uttered were mindless and decontextualized. Morningstar ignored whatever meaning there was to them and instead chose focus on how they could take it down. Never had he encountered something so difficult to comprehend. Where was her health bar? What was her weakness? The Mother of Smiles let out another shriek. While she did, Morningstar attacked. He slipped out of her field of view.

Morningstar frowned, offended as if he were L. Frank Baum in the flesh. Dull? At least she knew what the Wizard of Oz was. It would save him the trouble of contextualizing everything they encountered. Ages ago, he and NIGHT had slaughtered a group of brainwashed Winkies after defeating the witch. A layman might have thought they were short people, or maybe children. It wasn't something he wanted to explain to Morrigan. She confidently attacked one of the elite monkey's that arrived with the second wave. As the quest waves reduced in size, they rose in power. These monkeys were bigger

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"Ranch? It's a staple. I'm a blue cheese guy, though," Star slipped his blade away. He flicked sweat off his face, melting atop the dry mountain. Eagerly, he took a seat. He had to make his own comfort in the rocks, since there was nothing soft in sight. "There's a range in which they can spawn, but for the most part it'll be up here. Pray we won't need to walk far," Morningstar chuckled. Star's <<tracking>> activated in sequence with Baldur retrieving his spyglass. If it did spawn elsewhere, they would know. Regardless, they had some time to kill. "I like the way you fig

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The phoenix wouldn't have the opportunity to fight back. Baldur and Star were too quick to unleash their plethora of status effects. They battered it like it was a Floor 1 boar and not a lethal field boss. Morningstar swooped in at the end of Baldur's sword art, a shade of green overtaking the length of Dying Sun. He swiped the fire bird on its way down and it burst into flames, fizzling until it was reduced to a pile of grey ash. "Now we wait," Morningstar said, stretching his arm across his chest. Star watched in envy as the bird's remains ignited once more. It started as a slow-gr

Star snaked around the Night King's soldiers, finishing off the ones that Pinball had already weakened. He stuck his sword in the gut of the nearest captain, inflicting him with paralysis and cutting him down before it had the chance to wear off. "Listen, I'm all for games, but bringing Oz into it is a little much for me. I'll play, though, if winning means that I don't have to see his face." With a few quick slices, he chopped through a soldier on their way to the town's walls. "For the record, I'm at 10." At a distance to great for Morningstar to cross, a pair of soldiers found the

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Bosses that could reason sounded dangerous. He could only imagine the position it put the previous frontliners in. He counted his lucky stars that his foes hadn't said a word. Morningstar nodded. "Unintentionally, I'll admit. I keep mystic essence around my shop as much as possible, and I've collected more than usual since the raid. Upgrading equipment is expensive and there are only so many of us that can effectively farm uniques. It'll be a busy time for me, I think." Their ascent came to an end and at the top of the mountain, they found their prey. The phoenix perched on a stony s

Morningstar actively listened to Baldur's reply as they trekked through the Volcanic Flatlands. He hadn't witnessed the floor bosses the samurai spoke of, nor had he heard stories from other players who saw them fall. It was a blank space in his time as a player; a period where he had been too busy elsewhere to pay much attention to the happenings of the frontlines. He needed to to think before answering the samurai's question. Wushen was a being still burnt into his mind. Ants against a god, they fought the dragon spectacularly. In the end, the players left unscathed. Morningstar found c

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Morningstar did the same. A journal materialized in his hands, along with two pens. "Here. Special paper." Star ripped a few pages out and handed them over. He took to translation immediately, scribbling messy letters into his journal. It was a shame the message had long since vanished from his memories. They could have been in and out of the cave in a minute. "If you can decipher it before me, I'll buy you lunch," he said. A few words came easy to him, but he wasn't sure if he was misleading himself. He was fitting letters together and the beginning of the first sentence m