Griswold

In his thick cobalt steel plate armor, deep blue and polished to upkeep it Griswold shined in the fresh morning sunlight. That mallet had tasted attempt after attempt at Gob Gob up to this point to no prevail, but that didn't stop him from taking another shot today. The promise of always having a chance was more then an adequate reason to continue, and the sweet gains weren't too bad either. Each swing was pushing him to the limits and making things just that much easier. A full days worth of training in what amounted to a single swipe, who could argue with those results? With effort after eff

Back for a second helping digging through the smattering of multi colored piles, Griswold had more then appreciated the last gift he'd received from this place. The masses of presents didn't seem to empty nor reduce no matter how many gifts were claimed, which meant it was regaining mass as time ticked on. Either that or each time a gift was removed another spawned to take its place. Finding the one labeled for him, this one a bit more well kept then the other he scans the bronze looking paper that shined when the light hit just right. Making it look almost metallic. Tearing off the cover, he'

Griswold had already had one run at this thing at least a couple times prior, and if it would offer him another shot then he'd take it. The smithing hammer that had already forged a couple tools this morning was raring to taste flesh and bone, spun in a twirl in the colossus's right hand. "Here she goes." Griswold firms his grip and slams with his shield before driving that malus across Gob Gob's ever sturdy jawline. The blow claps like thunder, as a trail of amber like fire is painted angrily through the air. The thing even catches ablaze mid stroke, becoming the flaming equivalent of Mjolnir

The rather large smithy found the flavor the season to be delightful. A reminder of the times he was able to share with his twin girls. The wrapping paper around his gift was a garbled mess of tape and green shiny paper, like someone's failed attempt at wrapping it up. The label misspelled and some of the letters backwards in crayon. It was perfect, and was pulled straight from fond memories. Pulling what bit of tape he could muster, it does take him a moment to get it open given the wads of scotch tape. Inside he finds but a single photograph, and a small bent to hell hair light blue clip tha

Another to the beck and call of a boxers bell, the man was almost to the same stature as the mountainous fish monster. Griswold couldn't help but feel a sense of Deja vu as he looked upon it, pulling the ropes apart and climbing in. The mallet in his right hand spins, held against his wrist by coiled chains. Gob Gob points square at his chin, then leans forward as an invitation to make a strike. "Here goes nothing." The smith barks as he winds back, dumping a payload into that jawline with every ounce that he could muster. The goblin staggers only the smallest amount, before it leans back and

Standard Recovery +4 EN Seeing his team put the creatures down quicker than he could keep up with, when it went seconds without a single thing happening he would move forward on the last enemy that just happened to be the boss. As his hammer would rise up, it would begin to glow bright orange. Slamming down against its frame it would create a huge bright white light that would see his team be blind and unable to hear anything for a few seconds. When his vision came back he would see an indent in the ground where the creature once was. Giving a hardy laugh as he would step forward and obse

Seeing the creature just laying there in shock from multiple strikes, it was almost pathetic to see something so help less. The creatures were supposed to be dangerous but his team was just way too strong for this these days. Gripping the bottom of his hammer's handle she would walk a few steps and swing downward bashing his head in where it layed. It would burst into shards and he would just stand there waiting for more to happen but it never did. Usually there would be another random spawn of creatures but not this time. Glancing at each team member, Gaius was still charging and Nisa was doi

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +56 HP Seeing the creatures spawn and then disappear just as quickly, he was amazed by how strong the team was getting. These quests seemed to be going faster every time they did them. Rushing toward the last remaining creatures with his hammer, slamming against the smaller one causing it to find a figurative grave. Turning against the winds as his weapon would find purchase against the bosses frame. It would attempt to attack Griswold but his metal would instantly rebuke against it, causing it to spring backward being caught on fire. The orange fla

A blinding white light caused him to raise his shield, as he pulled it back down there were more enemies standing there then there was when the flash bang went off. Wasn’t the light supposed to me dead creatures not creation of more. Rubbing the top of his brow with the back of his right hand as he shook his head. There were more things to take care of, that was all he knew for sure. Running in as the ground shook beneath his feet as he would slam his hammer into anything that was close enough for him to hit. As they would come to attack him, he would bring his shield forth and forcefully push

Finishing up some of his crafting for the guild, it had been a couple hours since the last get together. He was fully expecting something to come up soon, he would begin to gather up his stuff just in case and head to the guild hall with all the equipment that he just made. Dropping the stuff off on a small table that was just meant for a few things. A couple blades clatter to the ground as Sam and the twin come around the corner. “We got this Griswold, thanks for the delivery.” Giving him a smile as she would pick up the weapons on the floor. He had not seen Sam back here in a hot minut

Setting some ingots on the shelves in the back room of his shop. A chime of his HUD would see that the grinding would start back up. At least he was able to get a few things done before being called back into the food place. That floor still made no sense to him, it was very odd to be literally walking on food and see people pick it up and stuff it in their mouth. Can you say germs, not that he saw many people do that, mainly just Shiina. He had always kept the floors clear so that Anna never had even the thought of eating off the ground. Knowing that they could not get sick unless you drank m

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +56 HP Once again the creatures would spawn rather quickly. This would not give Kasumi the chance to put them down. This battle was going rather fast and with it so did their deaths. Rushing into the thick of it, he would begin slamming his hammer into anything that he could possibly hit with his stature. It would leave him bringing his shield up and blocking all the attacks that they managed to get through. Seeing his health tick down ever so slightly he would grin as he knew that his battle healing skill would trigger soon and he would be just per

Things were spawning just as fast as they were being put down. It was clear that this team was getting very efficient at these quests. Knowing who would strike at what time and who would be the best to end the battle in such a way that mattered the most. When he saw that the creatures were looking at everyone around that they could see aimlessly he would bang his hammer against the front metal of his tower to get their attention. While he would move forward, he would clobber a few which would cause them to drag their feet a bit. They would attempt to swing and it seemed like every other creatu

Laying in bed staring at the ceiling, after doing an all nighter the previous night, he called it early last night and apparently slept like a boulder. With a large stretch, hearing Vulcan do the same. Pulling his legs off to the side as he would sit there for a moment before getting up. Glancing at the clock in his upper right screen, he slept for nearly 12 hours. Maybe he should not not sleep at night or he would go into a small coma. Rising from the dead finally, he would pull out a ration and toss his friend a few rocks. At the familiar crunches on them a chime would come through his HUD.

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +55 HP Now that things seem to be tapering off, the man takes a quick gander around the war torn battlefield. Gaius was still floating, Celeste seemed to be off the handle. The weirder thing is it would appear that Nisahime was giving Ruri some sort of instruction. Well Griswold figured that he finally had the chance to take a swing, given that most things appeared to be under control. Despite a couple of little hiccups. A twist of his body and a release of his hammer, he clutches tight on the chain on his wrist and uses it like an anchored boomeran