Griswold

Griswold dumps the rod, letting it clatter to the dock beneath his feet. As a storm of lights cascade against the boss, Gaius being the final to drop a powerful blow from above Griswold knew that it was about to act. He'd have to draw its attention, and as he began to close the gap with a stampede. A trail of fire begins to burn away behind him as his shield and armor began to kindle. Holding close that wall of fire, placing the back of it against his left shoulder Griswold connects with enough force to rattle its brains. It jerks and shutters being blasted with enough power from the huge smith. It is toppled, dazed and prone. The thing could see little birds, left on its last legs this crap was already almost over. This was Firm Anima, a complete decimation of what things could muster against them.

Shield Bash [x10], -10 EN, Charge Activated (-1 Accuracy, +4 DMG), Concentration Activated (+1 Accuracy), Shield Bash CD [0/2], Concentration CD [0/3]

ID# 182270 results: Battle: 9, Minor Critical [+1 DMG] vs. King of Lakes dealing 16x10=160-20=140+36=176 DMG and applying [Stunned!]

King of Lakes is [Stunned!]

Players:
[H: 1] Sam | HP:760/760 | EN:61/74 | DMG:22 | ACC:3 | BLD:24 | LD:6 | REC:2
[H: 1] Setsuna | HP:820/820 | EN:70/82 | DMG:22 | EVA:3 | ACC:5 | LD:3
[H: 2] Gaius | HP:950/950 | EN:88/102 | DMG:22 | MIT:13 | ACC:1 | H.M.:4 | REC:2 | LD:3
[H: 3] Griswold | HP:830/830 | EN:70/80 | DMG:12 | MIT:84 | ACC:2 | THRNS:36 | REC:2 | TAUNT | LD:3

Mobs:
King of Lakes | HP:71/1200 | DMG:125 | MIT:20
Body Slam: MD: 9 - 120 AoE DMG
Dive: MD: 10 - 150 Unmitigated DMG, CC next Post Action

Ripping the tiny thing out of Gaius's hand he begins to take point, back toward the lake. The quest objective on the side of his screen changes, and he looks to the NPC still sitting there fishing. Presenting the worming bait to the guy, Griswold is given a pole instead of completion. "So I am supposed to fish with it?" Griswold asks as his eyes shift to the remainder of the party. He wasn't exactly the fishing type, recalling fourth lessons. Tying carefully the string around the wiggling thing "Sorry little guy." creating a tiny harness of fishing line. A rip back and a heave of the line with a tremendous amount of power the reel screams. Immediately as the salamander hits the water it vanishes. Griswold is tugged forward and is almost dragged from the dock. A bulge of the veins in his arm as he shifts and rips clean a massive fish.

ID# 182261 results: Loot: 16+3=19, Success (King of Lakes Caught)

Mountain Climb Complete!

A glance to Sam as Gaius heads up the mountain in tow behind Setsuna. "So girl how is that axe treating you? Haven't heard from you in a bit." Griswold asks of the rather tall but skinny girl, unsure what she'd been doing in her absence. Surely the girl was doing something to get herself along as they all had, and he was curious what it entailed. That question was veiled and precise showing a pearl of wisdom that came with age, like a bottle of wine or mead. The forge master was on edge, ready and willing to begin firing on all cylinders at the drop of a hat. He had not the technical know-how to open his menu and decipher exactly what this quest was all about. Griswold would leave all that crap to the youngin's who could operate such menus, nope he would just hit things that growled at the party. Seemed easier that way.

A routine trip up mount stygian, hammering away in excess to the necessary task of gaining extra ore. He was running low on alloy doing his best to keep well-stocked, orders kept flooding in and to this, he felt mixed. There was an honor in seeing others using his equipment to defend themselves, to set things straight. But on the inverse he had quite the chores to do on the regular, keeping everything moving fluidly in the guild with each forged. They were a hot product, which made the metals equally as hot. A blip of his chatbox, a message from little Setsuna who hardly asked for anything. A twist to glance at it, no message given, and a few minutes down the mountain into the primary settlement. He had a few, and the rest could wait. If worse came to worse, he could always ask Simmone to bolster his quantities if need be. But that was a task in itself.

Griswold Consumes: Lemon Berry Palmier Feast (+3 Loot Dice), Titan's Strength (+3 DMG)

Well Done Steak Feast [3/4]
Lemon Berry Palmier Feast [3/4]

Griswold | HP:830/830 | EN:80/80 | DMG:12 | MIT:84 | ACC:2 | THRNS:36 | REC:2 | TAUNT | LD:3

The little fish die to his daughter's swing, proving once again that his weapons were pretty damn effective. There was a semblance of pride, both in his steel and in his offspring using it. A rearing beast heading for Freya quickly, Griswold rocks the boat almost tipping it as his massive frame makes up the difference. A cold clock of his shield with his body to bolster it as he moved. A kindling of flame flickers across its gleaming surface upon impact, forcing the fire to the beast in a sear. It dazes the monster, making it feel the sheer power of a man on a mission. It wobbles and flounders to its side, trying to deduce what it was that just the hell happened. With a spin of his hammer and a correct of his stance after shoulder checking it with a metal wall, Griswold rolls his shoulders and prepares for it to rise.

Griswold uses Shield Bash [x10], -10 EN, Concentration Activated (+1 Accuracy), Charge Activated (+4 DMG, -1 Accuracy), Shield Bash CD [0/2], Concentration CD [0/3]

ID# 182116 results: Battle: 6+2+1-1=8, Hit vs. the Lurker dealing 12x10=120-150=1+36=37 DMG to the Lurker, applying [Stunned!], Craft: 8 [+1 EN {CAPPED}]

The Lurker is [Stunned!], Stun fades and is replaced with Stun Immunity [0/3]

Players:
Setsuna | HP:820/820 | EN:55/82 | DMG:22 | EVA:3 | ACC:5
Freya | HP:760/760 | EN:57/74 | DMG:22 | EVA:2 | ACC:5 | BLD:24 | REC:1
Simmone | HP:780/780 | EN:67/78 | DMG:1 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12 | LD:5 | KEEN:1 | REC:4
Griswold | HP:769/810 | EN:68/78 | DMG:9 | MIT:84 | ACC:2 | THRNS:36 | REC:2 | TAUNT

Enemy:
(1,1,0,2) The Lurker | HP:125/500 | DMG:250 [+50, +100 on 9/10] | MIT:150 | EVA:-1 | ACC:2 | Stun Immunity [0/3]

Watching the fish just slide beneath everyone's feet, Freya doing a fair job of beating up the boat instead. It was a wormy little bugger. Griswold barks out "I got it!" and dumps a hammer toward it in an attempt to swat it and stop it in its tracks. It dodges off to one side as he does, the hammer dumping into the boat causing it to shift from the impact. It rattles in his grasp and he is forced to stomp out some little bit of newly kindled wood. As a rebuttal the fish leaps and begins to swat Griswold across the shoulder with a flipper. Like a cartoon the thing smacks him a good few times, cutting away a decent section of health from the smith. It was comical, it was annoying and it was random. Welcome to dice rolls. It barely hurts Griswold despite the fact, more of nescience than anything else.

Powerstrike [x2], -2 EN, Missed!

ID# 182091 results: Battle: 2+2=4, Missed vs. Fossil Fish 1

ID# 182092 results: Battle: 9, Minor Critical vs. Griswold 125-84=41

Players:
Setsuna | HP:820/820 | EN:80/82 | DMG:22 | EVA:3 | ACC:5
Freya | HP:760/760 | EN:72/74 | DMG:22 | EVA:2 | ACC:5 | BLD:24 | REC:1
Simmone | HP:780/780 | EN:73/78 | DMG:1 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12 | LD:5 | KEEN:1 | REC:4
Griswold | HP:769/810 | EN:76/78 | DMG:9 | MIT:84 | ACC:2 | THRNS:36 | REC:2 | TAUNT

Enemy:
Fossil Fish 1 | HP:250/250 | DMG:100 [+25, +50 on 9/10] | MIT:50 | EVA:2 | ACC:1 

The familiar whimpers as he hops from the pad, into a puddle that causes it to scream out at the temperature difference. It quickly evaporates into steam. "I know boy, water isn't really your thing." Griswold remarks with a smile through his helmet, patting the thing on the side to reassure it. He was kinda a wuss. Quickly found by Simmone, she leads them both to the other two girls, inviting him to the group as well. Griswold chuckles and then looks down at Setsuna. It was almost like a family portrait, strangely enough having that little one that looked like a hair dyed Anna at Freya's side. "So fishing, not much of a fishing man." He looks to Vulcan and then rubs the front of his helmet. The walking furnace and wooden vessels on top of bodies of water did not mix well. "You are going to have to wait on shore boy."

Putting the final touches on the piece of gear that Simmone had given him to sharpen, repair, and prepare for the guild. A powerful ringing as he pounded heated fire into it, sparks spraying with each strike upon the cast iron anvil. To a quench and to oil, a parade of steam as it cools. Right to the grindstone, peeling the edge to a pure and refined razor. His HUD chimes. Removing the piece away and reading what it said, Freya was hungry it seemed. Griswold could appreciate her sudden burst and exploitation of the benefits of the guild. A sigh from a tired old man, he'd be there but hell if he still wasn't racked with exhaustion from the last encounter. Vulcan yawns and rises as he begins to pick his armor off of a wooden mannequin used to repair it. "Let's go boy." Griswold beckons as he aims for the stone slab door, shifting it off and out of the way before a grind of it back in place.

Mega Slime Farm Activated: +2 SP on Thread Closure

Griswold | HP:810/810 | EN:78/78 | DMG:9 | MIT:84 | ACC:2 | THRNS:36 | REC:2 | TAUNT

Concentration Refreshed, Shield Bash Refreshed

The smith simply relaxes during the bomb in the room, Gaius had finally dropped. Time bought and it was long past overdue, but even still the attack had done its job. A look to Freya "I made a mistake." Griswold offers her an attempt to apologize to the girl as he shifts to look to Simmone. Removal of his helmet and a subtle nod, he was thankful for the woman keeping her full during the confrontation. It was here he had realized that Simmone had yet to be made fully aware that Freyja was his daughter. But now was not the time to discuss family affairs. Griswold glances to Ugzeke, eyeing him up for any resistance. It was struggling and holding on to its last legs. There wouldn't be too much more of this before it was long gone, and then a quick turn in and back to work on the girl's weapon.

Griswold activates Howl, -8 EN, 3 Hatred Gained, ID# 182010 results: Craft: 8 [+2 EN]

ID# 182011 results: Battle: 4, Missed vs. Griswold, Craft: 9 {Attacks}

Players:
[H:4] Freya | HP:720/720 | EN:55/70 | DMG:20 | EVA:2 | ACC:2 | BLD:24 | REC:1
[H:2] Gaius | HP:930/930 | EN:87/100 | DMG:22 | MIT:13 | ACC:0 | H.M.:4 | REC:2
[H:0] Simmone | HP:780/780 | EN:62/78 | DMG:1 | EVA:1 | ACC:2 | BLD:12 | LD:5 | KEEN:1 | REC:4
[H:8] Griswold | HP:810/810 | EN:60/78 | DMG:12 | MIT:84 | ACC:1 | THRNS:36 | REC:2 | TAUNT

Enemy:
Ugzeke | HP:150/1500 | DMG:250 | MIT:30 | ACC:0 | EVA:0 | Stun Immunity [1/3]
Ugzeke Smash!: On a CD roll of 10+, Ugzeke uses his large wooden club and smashes it on top of the player with the most hate, dealing 175 Damage and Stunning the player.
Ugzeke Mad!: When Ugzeke loses half of his health, his body overheats, his skin taking on more of a red color. His damage raises to 250, but loses 2 Accuracy
Ugzeke Confused?: If Ugzeke rolls a CD of 3 or below, he has no action, despite his roll as he has difficulty seeing his enemies, and thinks that they are just stone

Concentration CD [2/3], Shield Bash CD [2/3]

Vulcan rushes beneath the orange glow, Griswold rips clean a flaming hammer from its gullet. A spray of orange and a fist of iron, one solid punch with cardinal assistance. Ugzeke is knocked off kilter, sent off to the smiths left as he cracks the ogre across the head. Dazed and down, Ugzeke lets out a bellow in pain trying to reach for its face now prone. It was dazed, down and out. A spin of his hammer and a pop of his neck with a twist of his head. With a raise of his shield and a roll of his shoulders, The smith was clearly infuriated and was just taking it out on the culprit. A father with a bone to pick. He drops the hammer to which Vulcan grabs from the floor, pulling it into its mouth to keep it hot. For the next time the smith would need it.

Power Strike [x2] vs. Ugzeke, -5 EN

ID# 182006 results: Battle: 6+1=7, Hit vs. Ugzeke dealing 12x2=24-30=1 DMG, Craft: 1 [No Proc], [Stunned!] Applied

Ugzeke is [Stunned!] and takes no action, Stun fades and is replaced with Stun Immunity [0/3]

Players:
[H:3] Freya | HP:720/720 | EN:54/70 | DMG:20 | EVA:2 | ACC:2 | BLD:24 | REC:1
[H:0] Gaius | HP:930/930 | EN:99/100 | DMG:22{12} | MIT:13 | ACC:0 | H.M.:4 | REC:2
[H:0] Simmone | HP:780/780 | EN:67/78 | DMG:1 | EVA:1 | ACC:2 | BLD:12 | LD:5 | KEEN:1 | REC:4
[H:5] Griswold | HP:810/810 | EN:65/78 | DMG:12 | MIT:84 | ACC:1 | THRNS:36 | REC:2 | TAUNT

Enemy:
Ugzeke | HP:895/1500 | DMG:200 | MIT:30 | ACC:2 | EVA:0 | Stun Immunity [0/3]
Ugzeke Smash!: On a CD roll of 10+, Ugzeke uses his large wooden club and smashes it on top of the player with the most hate, dealing 175 Damage and Stunning the player.
Ugzeke Mad!: When Ugzeke loses half of his health, his body overheats, his skin taking on more of a red color. His damage raises to 250, but loses 2 Accuracy
Ugzeke Confused?: If Ugzeke rolls a CD of 3 or below, he has no action, despite his roll as he has difficulty seeing his enemies, and thinks that they are just stone

Concentration CD [1/3], Shield Bash CD [1/3]

A twist of his head still fuming as Freya peels it back, Battering away the blow meant for Simmone with some issue. Ugzeke seemed confused on who he should be going for with all these bodies circling and tugging him every which way. A lean forward and a slam of his own hands slightly dwarfed by Ugzeke, Griswold latches to his shoulders. Ripping it forward with a solid stomp of his right foot, a cascade of flames punch through his armor as his head connects with the bosses. A head butt.

Ugzeke reels clutching his nose, Griswold shakes his head and remains attached to the beast in a grapple. "You ain't touching her." Griswold barks through his armor, a slight ring as he digs in his pointers. With a failed attempt to peel Griswold free, using his arms as Freya held his head. A smith's grip was surprisingly damn near impossible to break, especially when owned by a man of Griswold's stature.

Griswold activates Howl, -8 EN, 3 Hatred Gained, ID# 182001 results: Craft: 2 [No Proc]

ID# 182002 results: Battle: 10 (MonkaS), Craft: 1 {Confused/Whew}, Sustains 24 DMG from BLD, BLD Fades

Players:
[H:3] Freya | HP:628/720 | EN:50/70 | DMG:20 | EVA:2 | ACC:2 | BLD:24 | REC:1
[H:0] Gaius | HP:930/930 | EN:99/100 | DMG:22{8} | MIT:13 | ACC:0 | H.M.:4 | REC:2
[H:0] Simmone | HP:780/780 | EN:72/78 | DMG:1 | EVA:1 | ACC:2 | BLD:12 | LD:5 | KEEN:1 | REC:4
[H:3] Griswold | HP:810/810 | EN:69/78 | DMG:12 | MIT:84 | ACC:1 | THRNS:36 | REC:2 | TAUNT

Enemy:
Ugzeke | HP:896/1500 | DMG:200 | MIT:30 | ACC:2 | EVA:0
Ugzeke Smash!: On a CD roll of 10+, Ugzeke uses his large wooden club and smashes it on top of the player with the most hate, dealing 175 Damage and Stunning the player.
Ugzeke Mad!: When Ugzeke loses half of his health, his body overheats, his skin taking on more of a red color. His damage raises to 250, but loses 2 Accuracy
Ugzeke Confused?: If Ugzeke rolls a CD of 3 or below, he has no action, despite his roll as he has difficulty seeing his enemies, and thinks that they are just stone

Rushing into a blind spot as Simmone had kept its attention, and with a sudden burst forward draws a glimmering trail of flame in his wake. The forge master with familiar in tow dumps his hammer into its mouth and begins to rush it down with the shield latched to his shoulder. A connection, but not as intended. Ugzeke lifts a heavy hand and stops the train dead, Griswold included. A lift of a heavy looking hammer and a dump of it upon the prone blonde causes her HP to take a dive. Griswold looks horrified watching his daughter take the blow, gritting his teeth and ripping his shield free. Vulcan bellows in a way that casts shadows of the participants on the walls. His steel begins to heat, his shoulders begin to kindle. On the slits of his helmet like a blowtorch were two trails of climbing fire. He was angry and it was obvious beneath his armor.

Using Concentration, Shield Bash -10 EN, Concentration CD [0/3], Shield Bash CD [0/3], Charge R4 Activated [-1 ACC, +4 DMG], Missed -2 EN

ID# 181996 results: Battle: 3+1+1-1=4, Missed vs. Ugzeke!

ID# 181997 results: Battle: 8+2-2=8, Hit vs. Freya dealing 200 DMG, Craft: 9, Sustains 24 DMG via BLD

Players:
[H:2] Freya | HP:520/720 | EN:57/70 | DMG:20 | EVA:2 | ACC:2 | BLD:24 | REC:1
[H:0] Gaius | HP:930/930 | EN:99/100 | DMG:22{4} | MIT:13 | ACC:0 | H.M.:4 | REC:2
[H:0] Simmone | HP:780/780 | EN:73/78 | DMG:1 | EVA:1 | ACC:2 | BLD:12 | LD:5 | KEEN:1 | REC:4
[H:0] Griswold | HP:810/810 | EN:76/78 | DMG:12 | MIT:84 | ACC:1 | THRNS:36 | REC:2 | TAUNT

Enemy:
Ugzeke | HP:1170/1500 | DMG:200 | MIT:30 | ACC:2 | EVA:0 BLD (24/1)
Ugzeke Smash!: On a CD roll of 10+, Ugzeke uses his large wooden club and smashes it on top of the player with the most hate, dealing 175 Damage and Stunning the player.
Ugzeke Mad!: When Ugzeke loses half of his health, his body overheats, his skin taking on more of a red color. His damage raises to 250, but loses 2 Accuracy
Ugzeke Confused?: If Ugzeke rolls a CD of 3 or below, he has no action, despite his roll as he has difficulty seeing his enemies, and thinks that they are just stone

A look at Simmone as she stands and begins to speak, tracing her eyes with his own reveals Freya. A lift of his helmet and a metallic clunk as its popped onto his head. "Where's that boy at?" Griswold looked irked, more than likely due to the wait. He assumed that it was due to Gaius that Freya was late, the guy was not usually quite punctual in what he aimed to do. Old habits die hard it seemed. Vulcan moves toward the tiny Ko, hefty stomps of rock feet. A weird whimper toward Griswold as it is noticed. Vulcan was kind of a softy, unsure how to respond to tiny creatures still. The last time the thing was present it had attached itself to the plates of its skin, making him extremely uncomfortable. With a spin of his hammer and a tap of his foot, Griswold eyes the beast and shakes his head a bit. He was getting impatient. 

A flash of the gate Griswold arrives shortly after Simmone, the two that he'd expected to see were not here yet. He takes in the sights and sees Simmone in the pile "Uh, Hi? Where's Freya?" Griswold assuming that given The black cat was the only other member of the guild he could see that she was clearly with them. Simmone twists and moves to meet him. "Smith, I know not where the girl is? But yes I am here to join them and you presumably." Griswold nods through his heavy helm to the woman, removing it from his shoulders. "I suppose we wait then, but if they don't show up soon." He grimaces taking a seat at the edge of a water fountain. "I will kill that boy." Not realizing that Simmone would have no idea to who he was referring, it had yet to occur to him that she still was unaware of the relationship they were building.

Heavy blows riddle the chamber, the smith was back at work. Knowing now that both of his daughters were in good hands, he held a discussion with Eruda after her dropping that she was seeking Raidou. The guy was leagues past Gaius, with a strong sense of direction and a plan. But the dragoon was trying, and he cared, and at the end that was all that mattered. It gave him peace of mind knowing that two boys had taken the incentive to watch over them when he could not.

He had to watch that guy though

The forge master had to make sure that he held to his word, he was a bit of an undefined variable. Eruda was convinced it would work, and Griswold could respect his determination. But the kid needed to learn what Raidou already knew. He needed to prove it. A message as if a response to his thoughts, one from Freya. Grabbing his equipment and the still-hot hammer from its place, the hunk of metal that would become Freya's next weapon finds water. "Till later. Come boy, I need to use you like Raserei. Time an old man learned some new tricks."

Griswold | HP:810/810 | EN:78/78 | DMG:12 | MIT:84 | ACC:2 | THRNS:36 | REC:2 | TAUNT

Wandering away toward Snowfrost with one of his two twins. "What do you think Elda?" Griswold asked of her as he rounded the gate. "Do you think he can set himself straight? You think that maybe that even they are both a pain in the ass, that somehow they are better together?" He reaches up and peels off his helmet and tucks it beneath his right arm. It reveals a rather serious face with smoldering lines that break his tough tanned skin in orange veins.

"Strange, you know. The boy did something I never thought he would. He used his head and worked with the group for the first time. In a dungeon when everything could have gone to hell in an instant. That is when he decided to actually do something like that. I wasn't the only one confused as hell when he did it either. Everyone was caught off guard."

Shield Bash CD [1/2], Concentration CD [1/3]

Griswold takes a more passive stance, looking to his daughters as he removes his helmet. The dragoon was set and the bosses HP bar was plummeting in an instant. "I've come into an odd development." The forgemaster remarks toward Eruda, finding the fire she'd produced very similar to his own. He had a thing or two to learn from her, how to control it in the way she had. A mental recall of how she'd used Raserei to force it to manifest, he recalled Vulcan. "I think I may need to see how its done a bit Elda." He answers honestly as the titan explodes into shards of data, dropping from the field in an instant and leaving only the dragoon in its wake. "Good going boy!" Griswold offers a reward to the guy, he was proving his meddle and proving his point rather vigorously. "Lets get out of this cold."

Griswold takes no action, ID# 181772 results: Craft: 7 [+2 EN]

Players:
[H:2] Freya | HP:620/620 | EN:50/62 | DMG:19 | ACC:3 | BLD:24 | REC:1 | Antidote:3/3
[H:2] Gaius | HP:890/890 | EN:73/96 | DMG:22 | MIT:6 | EVA:-2 | ACC:1 | H.M.:4 | REC:2 | Antidote:3/3
[H:2] Griswold | HP:790/790 | EN:69/76 | DMG:12 | MIT:84 | EVA:-2 | ACC:2 | THRNS:36 | REC:2 | TAUNT | Antidote:3/3
[H:4] Eruda | HP:830/830 | EN:72/80 | DMG:3 | MIT:111 | EVA:-2 | BLD:24 | TAUNT | THRNS:36 | REC:1 | BH:24 | DoT -25% | Antidote:3/3

Enemy:
Absolute Zero | HP:21/850 | DMG:200 (250/300) | MIT:75 | EVA: -2 | ACC:3 | FRZ: 2 (8-10) [BLD 24/1]
<<Grand Slam>> : On a CD of 12, this boss will raise its arm and slam against everyone in your party, dealing damage to everyone and freezing them in place.

Freya and Gaius do their thing, and it was clear that they were used to working together. "Aye boy, good on you. You want to see what I am made of?" He looks to Eruda steadfast at his side. A peel closed of his hands and a stomp forward with his right foot, Griswold becomes hot and starts to rush forward at a heavy speed for his size. Like a train the man drives a shield like a fist with his shoulder as an anchor into the beast, burning a trail of the snow in his wake to a scream of steam as it melts. The impact cold clocks and topples the titan through sheer willpower and force. Ripping the shield away as the frost giant moves to raise from its prone. A spin in his right forces it to become a torch, and a racking slam causes it to spin slightly. "Don't get up." Griswold barks in anger slamming his skull against its, causing a spray of hot vs. cold in white streams. A single spin away as he hears the girls footfalls at his back, his orange kindling erupts and reveals Eruda behind a shield of her own. His heat would temper hers.

Shield Bash [x10] vs. Absolute Zero, -10 EN, Shield Bash CD [0/2], Concentration (+1 ACC), Concentration CD [0/3]

ID# 181768 results: Battle: 7+1+2+2=12, Hit vs. Absolute Zero dealing 11x10=110-75=35 + 36 (THRNS) = 71 DMG, Applying [Stunned!]

Players:
[H:2] Freya | HP:620/620 | EN:49/62 | DMG:19 | ACC:3 | BLD:24 | REC:1 | Antidote:3/3
[H:1] Gaius | HP:890/890 | EN:83/96 | DMG:22 | MIT:6 | EVA:-1 | ACC:1 | H.M.:4 | REC:2 | Antidote:3/3
[H:2] Griswold | HP:790/790 | EN:66/76 | DMG:12 | MIT:84 | EVA:-2 | ACC:2 | THRNS:36 | REC:2 | TAUNT | Antidote:3/3
[H:0] Eruda | HP:830/830 | EN:80/80 | DMG:3 | MIT:111 | EVA:-2 | BLD:24 | TAUNT | THRNS:36 | REC:1 | BH:24 | DoT -25% | Antidote:3/3

Enemy:
Absolute Zero | HP:305/850 | DMG:200 (250/300) | MIT:75 | EVA: -2 | ACC:3 | FRZ: 2 (8-10) [BLD 24/2][Stunned!]
<<Grand Slam>> : On a CD of 12, this boss will raise its arm and slam against everyone in your party, dealing damage to everyone and freezing them in place.

Finding his way through the chilling snow, being here first surprisingly before Eruda and Freya shortly after. The cold was undeniable and subtly he was reluctant at leaving his walking campfire behind. A nod to the girls as he smiled within a helmet upon his face. Snowfrost, was rather dead more than likely due to the temperature. A spin of his hammer as he assumes its just the party was complete.

Another flash of the warpgate

A turn to see Gaius, moving rather hastily to greet him. But the demeanor was defiant and aggressive. Gaius begins to speak to talk gaining more and more fight in the words. Processing it all as it flows, The smith can tell where it was coming from: He was talking with truth. Reluctantly Griswold looks to Freya as Gaius was going off, a mix of anger and pride. The guy finally got it, and this was proof he was finally going to take shit seriously.

It was on his face, he couldn't hide it. It was Raidou's glare

A lift of his arms, he peels of a helmet that causes it to vanish revealing his face. A glare on his brow he raises his right hand in a fist in a way that causes Gaius to wince a bit expecting to get decked one. But it lands upon the lads shoulder. "You finally get it. You want to be good enough for Freya, My Freyja then you better be serious. Don't think this lets you off easy, and you ever fuck up and you'll have me to deal with." Griswold squeezes tightly on the dragoons right shoulder. "But if you are going to have a real go at this, and help get us the hell out of this mess." A swirl of fire as his helmet appears upon his head. "Don't count me out, I may be old but I may give you a run for your money. Put that weapon of mine to use, and get it done."

An anvil ran cold, Vulcan was milling and gnawing a lump of stone in a way that caused the shop to shutter. The smith was not at work, looking deeply into his palm with a clutch of his hand closed into a fist. He could still feel the girl's hand upon his own, unfolding his fingers to show a kindling dancing upon it. A message alerts him and forces him to look up and read it. A rise without a word, moving about the place as he piecemeals together his equipment from where it was stored. A soft pat at his familiar's side causes it to stir. "Not today boy, keep the place warm for me."

He had some sorting to do, and he reaches for his hammer from atop a dormant anvil. A tightening of his grip causes the thing to spray in flames like a torch before flickering out. Vulcan perks up in intrigue. A step toward the threshold with his eyes ablaze with a triggered skill still fading, without his input he had to get this thing tempered into something usable all on his own.

Griswold consumes: Antibody Amalgam (Antidote +3), Titan's Strength (+3 Damage)

Griswold | HP:790/790 | EN:76/76 | DMG:12 | MIT:84 | ACC:2 | THRNS:36 | REC:2 | TAUNT | Antidote:3/3

1/24/21

181600, T3/Perfect/OHAS
181604 T3/Perfect/OHSS
181610, T3/Perfect/OHAS

181598, T3/Uncommon/OHAS Intended to Salvage
181599, T3/Rare/OHAS Intended to Salvage
181601, T3/Uncommon/OHSS Intended to Salvage
181602, T3/Rare/OHSS Intended to Salvage
181603 T3/Rare/OHSS Intended to Salvage
181605, T3/Rare/OHAS Intended to Salvage
181606, T3/Uncommon/OHAS Intended to Salvage
181608, T3/Uncommon/OHAS Intended to Salvage

Salvage Items given to Sam Here

"Guess so." Griswold remarks to the completion of the quest as it fades from his reticule, replaced with <<Deliver the Cargo>> as an updated quest. "Looks like we need to head back, but thankfully we can just pop teleports." The smith reminds the girl that it was much easier to return to a settlement. "I doubt we will get anything outside of what the guild can produce." It was what he believed, especially in regards to the second lessons where the smith gave him something he'd already long replaced with something better. It found a trash can faster than it was handed to him, but at the very least it was an experience. He'd gained something much more valuable that day as he more than likely had here. "Any time my dear Freyja." Looming over her he places a soft hand on the aryan topped weave upon her head. With no thanks to that mother of hers, she'd succeeded this. He was glad he was along for the ride.

ID# 181065 results: Craft: 7 [Indeed]

Quest Complete:
Freya:
5*SP (1 Thread Length, 1 Event Bonus, 1 Quest Reward, 2 Mega Slime Farm)
<<Survival>> Unlocked
Griswold:
5*SP (1 Thread Length, 1 Event Bonus, 1 Quest Reward, 2 Mega Slime Farm)
<<Survival>> Unlocked
Simmone (Guild Treasurer):
400*Col (Thread Length)

"Aye seems simple enough." Griswold remarks at the thought of something as a steak, that he could stomach at the very least. The sands had not let up, the renewed day offered little in the way of respite from the storm. It would appear that they were common practice on this floor, but are nothing more than a nuisance these days to Griswold, they may have posed a threat at one time. His thoughts shift to the plans that litter a table within the forgotten forest, and beneath his breath, he mutters. "What a grand scheme boy." As Frejya gestures to the distance, a single lump in of dark breaks the tan. "Hmm, you think that's it?" he asks of the girl, squinting beneath his visor to attempt to get a clearer look. It looked like a downed carcass with cargo latched to it, like a camel or something that had expired on the trip.

ID# 181063 results: Craft: 5 [No Damage]

"I have no idea where to begin." Griswold recalled all the food that Anna had made, a variable random mixture of who knew what. He was not a man meant to be in a kitchen clearly, steel he got but recipes and all the tiny measurements and requirements had a way of making his head spin. "I am sure that anything you make, I will more than enjoy Freyja. Just try to keep it as food, no weird spices or mixtures that your trying out" The emphasis was due to Anna and her odd creations that were not quite considered food once finished. Looking into the horizon expectantly, finding little more than more sand to meet his vision. "I hope we are on the right track, daylight is fading." Eventually, the day falls too long, and sight lacking forces them to wait for an early morning to continue. At daybreak, they continue the path they walked with renewed vigor and an ability to see.

ID# 181061 results: Craft: 2 [No Damage]

"I'd like that, for you and Elda to meet Anna." Griswold mutters as he affirms himself against the pressing sandstorm, still struggling off its effects as it does nothing more then pass over his armor. If anything the forge master was playing the part of a beacon, the kindling upon his shoulders producing a faint bit of light. The heat was nothing compared to Mount Stygian. The glory of living on a floor made of fire is a little heat doesn't bother you. "Still no sign of whatever we are out here for." Griswold remarks in honesty, trying to keep his head on straight. They had something they needed to accomplish so although nostalgia and possibility were a nice addition to the journey, it had to come second to what must be done. Vulcan the very same seemed unfazed by the sand, as he opens his mouth and allows tons of the stuff to flow within its mouth. A nice coating of molten glass that pops like candy, while Ko holds to him like hell using one of his many layers as shelter.

ID# 181059 results: Craft: 9 [No Damage]