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"Indeed," Wulfrin nodded in agreement. "We still haven't checked that living room yet. I'll take point." Wulfrin did just that and led the duo back towards the living room just off the entrance hall. The room had only afforded a cursory glance when they first entered, but with their newfound information, everything needed to be under intense scrutiny. Shadows danced around the living room as a fire roared within the hearth. Firewood was stacked nearby, but served little more than a decorative bit of immersion. Wulfrin knew that fuel wasn't necessary in Aincrad, hell his own forge never on

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"Well that's new." Baldur remarked as one of the player familiars took a glass shard and suddenly turned into another of these boss monsters. "We definitely need to let others know about that... I guess it makes sense there's no NPCs on this floor." Freyd as his familiar dove into the attack without hesitation, though Freyd called out concerned over his familiar, they had a powerful 1-2 punch. Not to be outdone, Baldur threw himself at the Spectral Knight. "It has the ability to apply a bunch of DoT attacks to a huge area, so just be careful of that!" As Baldur drew his sword, t

Mixed feelings met the sound of Acanthus' voice as she rounded the corner to join them. Last he'd seen the woman, she'd fled the chaos of their arrival on this accursed floor by running recklessly into its wilds. Trust had been an early casualty in the shock of their arrival. No safe zone. No NPCs. Hordes of horrific mobs led by eldritch champions besieging them from the outset and twisted whispers that messed with the mind in every stinking, miasmic vapour. Doubts and skepticism were nagging, at the best of times. And now another mysterious threat. “And I thought I was prone to un

"Okay, sorry, I'm back!" The shout carried through the fog, and was followed seconds later by a bedraggled Lessa. Her cheeks were flushed crimson with exertion, and framed by the tendrils of blonde hair that were plastered by the never-ending rain. Mud climbed Lessa’s boots, splattered as high as her armored thighs, and caked the hem of her cape. She’d limited herself to only half a dozen complaints about the abysmal conditions, so as not to bring down morale, but another danced just on the tip of her tongue as she slowed to a stop beside Jomei. “Got distracted by a-” Octopus? Tentacle monster

So Morningstar did, and what it spat out was nonsensical at a glance. He scribbled it down in the same notebook as the puzzle, reading it over in his head a few times before sharing with Wulfrin. rainbowssinsworldwondersheaven. rainbowssinsworldwondersheaven. rainbowssinsworldwondersheaven. rainbowssinsworldwondersheaven. He picked apart the words. "Rainbows sins world wonders heaven?" Staring blankly at Wulfrin, he pondered the words. Then, after some time, a lightbulb went off in his head. "Oh, shit!" He underlined words as he rattled off his realization. "The number of c

Wulfrin's attention was drawn from his decoding. He was confident he had two numbers, but without two others to test he had no way to confirm. Morningstar had seemingly uncovered something else and not a nonagram as was previously hinted at by the book. Wulfrin looked it over and instantly it clicked. "The writing isn't a scramble," Wulfrin remarked, turning to yet another blank page in his draft book. "Pretty sure it's a Caesar Cipher. Could take a minute to decode unless we can find how many times each letter was transposed." Wulfrin sat down and started with the first attempt of 26. Lu

Smix was a stretch, but it was better than nothing. While Wulfrin grasped at straws, Morningstar further explored the bedroom. Another book—this time a novel—sat on the nightstand. The title read, "Love Among the Lichens by Scarlett Burbadge." The book was unfamiliar to him, so he wondered if the author was real or fictitious, created quest immersion. He opened it and skimmed the first few pages. It was a romance novel, he gathered. It wasn't his genre. The desk opposite to him had far more interesting items on display. He sat down and pulled the lamp cord. It illuminated the room well en

"Cool," Wulfrin said as he looked over the various trinkets passed his way. "I haven't done any before so I'll let you take the lead on this one. I'll keep focusing on the riddle." Wulfrin made his way over to the bed and sat down on the rather uncomfortable matress. Out came his draft book again this time he turned to yet another blank page and reevaluated their progress thus far, with the new knowledge that they were looking for a combination. The kitchen was easy enough to figure out, considering Wulfrin had laready stumbled on the commonality, all the cretures in the scramble had one

Morningstar had know idea what the last bit of the riddle was referring to, but Wulfrin's theories for the previous two parts had weight. He knelt down to look at the combination lock. Four numbers were required to open it. With a curled fist, he knocked on the door. "Hello? Any lighthouse keepers home?" He waited a second. And then another. Nobody replied. They returned from the tower with more questions than answers. The next room they found was clearly a bedroom—presumably, it was the lighthouse keeper's. The bed was made neatly with no indication that anyone had slept in it

"Let's call it five," Morningstar corrected, joining from the rear. He was elbow deep in an inky black mess. He wasn't even sure what kind of creature it was anymore. Tentacles constricted around his arm, tightening the more he struggled. Somehow, despite being impaled by a spear-like jab, it lived on. His free hand burned golden and he sliced his way out of the monster's grip. He was disheveled; his normally pristine jacket was in tatters and it looked as though he'd been playing in the dirt. Nevertheless, his smile remained. The ruination of his Ilridge outpost left him frustrated

ph Liquor of Light consumed +3 DMG Overhealth something I can't remember the name consumed - +15% HP Gungnir's Shard (T4 Mit Feast) consumed - +60 MIT Wulf Feast Consumed - +2 ACC, +2 EVA Bialas Totem activated Oscar | HP: 1056/1056 | EN: 128/128 | DMG: 26 | MIT:187 | ACC:5 | AA | PHASE | BIALAS | F-SPIRIT | EVA:3 | BH:58 | VAMP-O: 174 | REC: 4 | LD:5

Wulfrin shrugged in unison with Morningstar as the two were equally stumped on the word scramble. While they had an answer, Wulfrin was far from confident that it was correct. He recollected his things and followed Morningstar up into the lantern room of the lighthouse. Glass crunched beneath their feet as they stepped foot inside. It seems a lantern had fallen and shattered, possibly in whatever had caused the lighthouse keeper's disappearance. Wulfrin clocked the literal writing on the ceiling. "I'm still working through the other two riddles," Wulfrin said as they descended back down t

"Well, okay then," he shrugged, moving on from the kitchen despite Wulfrin's warning to not split up. "Dromedary it is." He found himself drawn to a dark room at the far end of the dwelling. It led to the tower, he found. A staircase spiraled up the lighthouse, clearly stopping at the top, where the light was. One step at a time, he ascended. The gate at the top was already open. He assumed the lighthouse keeper had forgotten to lock it and climbed the ladder, pulling himself into the lantern room. The first thing he noticed was the writing on the ceiling. What can be found in t

"Right," Wulfrin sighed as he struggled to come up with a solution. "Alright let's do it the old fashioned way." Wulfrin spawned a decent sized satchel at his feat and began to dig through its contents. It was his in the field blacksmithing kit that held just about everything he needed to work in the field. He pulled out a soot covered journal and piece of graphite, thumbing past several different diagrams and notes detailing various projects he had been working on until he came to a blank page. He started with the initial scramble of letters. It took several minutes of placing letters in

He scavenged the opposite end of the kitchen, hunting down any clues that might hint towards the location of the lighthouse keeper. He dug through cupboards, pocketing a bundle of herbs before Wulfrin called back to him. When his guildmate mentioned a shopping list, Morningstar joined him. "Unicorn," he said, pointing at the third scramble on the list. The camel struck him as odd. The other two words, bound by mythology, did not have drawings attached to them. So why a camel? There wasn't an obvious link between them. Camels were very real creatures, unlike the other two. N

"Probably," Wulfrin replied as the duo pressed deeper into their shelter from the storm. "I've seen enough horror films to know the cardinal rule here: Don't split the party." Wulfrin marched slowly behind his guild master, his eyes scanning for anything that would pose any immediate threat. Their cursory exploration ended with them in the kitchen, a rather cozy feeling scene despite the raging storm outside. A lattice board supported various herbs against the wall opposite the duo. Wulfrin scoured the cabinets and cupboards, only dried goods and various cookbooks populated the area. Ligh

The foghorn sounded loudly as they approached, drawing the ship in. The rocky waves made it difficult for them to dock, but thankfully, the boat wasn't their own. Morningstar settled for a rough landing, aiming the boat straight for the craggy shore. They collided with a smash, slowing with the breaking of their wooden sloop. Once they were nestled tightly in the rocks, they abandoned ship. The lighthouse stood tall, casting a glow from up above. They hurried inside the small stone shelter attached to it, desperate to escape the ceaseless storm. As they entered, a new quest was added to t

Arm became schlorptioned stuck, lodged firmly into the gooey rind of the twisting invertebrate as it sputtered forward. Like a chopper locked in a high-speed chase with a DUI basket case, the baby mimic launched and pursued the pebble that birled above. Leg did not have a mouth, therefore, he could not scream. Instead, the igneous reeled in the nauseating sensation of intermittent weightlessness. Rocks weren't meant to exist in the air. Not now. Not ever. Shoulder didn't envy his limbs' subjugation. From nearby, the determined stone rolled its way over treacherous molehills, skipped acro

"I was worried about the last raid, and I'm worried about this one." Ciela grasped Wulfrin's hand. "We'll get through it. I'm very willing to help as a support for the frontline, but I don't see me being able * * * Ciela consumes a portion: Gungir Shard 239050 | Sharkcuterie Board | T1 Demonic Feast (6/6) | ACC II | EVA II | ID: 239171 - takes one portion shares the rest with party (4/6 remain) - Filling accuracy [desc.] A daring spread featuring a variety of cured and smoked shark meats, paired with exotic cheeses, crackers, and a hint of seaweed garnish. This adventurous platte

Not ever being one to ignore when her husband called, she read the message that arrived in front of her. The call had once again come. The call to the frontlines. She knew he wasn't one to ignore danger, even after what happened during the last raid. She'd hoped to be by his side during the raid this time, but alas there was no time. She packed up her usual snacks that she made for long trips like this and went on her way. "To floor 5." Ciela recalled the first time she visited floor 5. Things weren't as dire. It was with Freyd and Wulfrin. She was preyed on by Abdullah that day, she won

HIs list continued to bring him to bosses he had yet to face before. This time he found himself on the familiar grounds of Floor 21, home of the fabled Forgotten Time King, a foe he had faced many times before. Unlike his other visits, Wulfrin was laser focused on his goal of raid preparations. The clock was ticking on his preparation phase so his tunnel vision was on full display. "Thanks for helping me out," Wulfrin sighed as he and Ciela stepped off the teleporter on Floor 21. "I mean it. This raid has been all I've been able to think about. We'll likely need your help. If not in a rai

The launch of the Fatal Error event kicked Wulfrin into overdrive. He assumed this was the signal that the boss raid was around the corner, and with the game as hectic as it was, he figured there would most likely not be a pre-raid meeting. As such he had to move his plans of boss collection up his priority list a ways. His first target was on Floor 5. It was the younger brother to his favorite mob, Terra Firma. As he stepped into the hot sands of Floor 5, he pulled up his menu and sent a message to two players he hopped would assist him. To: Astra, KnightessCiela From: Wulfrin In

Morningstar, deep in his work, had completely missed Wulfrin leaving the outpost. He scribbled and scrawled vague notes in some strange form of shorthand that even he would have trouble deciphering later. On the ground next to him was a Shambler. It lay so still that one might have thought it dead, but for its shifty bug eyes darting around the room. He poked it with the tip of his sword, gently so as not to damage it. He was rather proud of his method of capture. Through trial and error, he discovered that Paralytic Venom was an effective and inexpensive form of sedation. It lasted about

Quest Completed! -Col: 400 -EXP: (3336/10)*1*1 = +333.6 -Special Unlock: Martial Arts Weapon Skill