Griswold

*Carrying Debuff Active, -10 EN per post until delivered, No teleports As was the routine. The heavy looking smith wandered into the hall with a box brimming with blades, held tight against his chest. Easily dwarfing a small adult in weight, clattering around as he'd push his back against the double doors. A delivery raring to go, but instead of being stored it would be toted directly. But it would appear that his travels would not be held solo. For as he sets down the crate and runs his index down a page, the metal glove grinds as it slides across other players of his guild would begin t

Paragon Level 50 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, x3 Paragon Tier Up Tickets, Custom Skill**

The colossus that was Griswold wasn't entirely sure the reason why he was on this floor. An alien message out of the blue had beckoned for him to come here, to the promise of all manner of stranger metals. The smith was always interested in discovering the deeper elements of the game when it came to alloys, having been more then familiar with what he assumed was most if not all of them. Yet the source of that message was even more curious. The mysterious woman in white locks, the one the guild had been tracking for the better part of a few months, and never had the smith imagined that she woul

► Strength of a Mountain Cost: 10 SP Passive Requirements: Rank 5 [Block], [Forgotten King's Authority] Extra Skill Equipped, Rank 3 [Leadership] Effect: Steadfast no longer has a cooldown, and is now a passive. Two instances of a disable/DoT must be applied before it takes effect [Paralyze must be stuck twice to remove a post action] Description: Simple tenacity, constitution and a refusal to give in can work wonders. A hardy man with the will to stand and protect those around him, for family both by blood and by bonds formed. A wise old man with the strength to

At the base of Mount Stylahm, the ravine beneath it where most players did not tread. Flowing magma around every corner, bursting from the seams between the stone faces and giving a rather uninviting look about the place. Within that recess lay a large stone 'door' in the shape of a boulder shifted in front of a small hobble carved out from the base of the volcano. Inside the heat was a lot more bearable but still a little uncomfortable when to compared to a more temperate floor. The ringing of a hammer striking on repeat fills the carved out chamber. Atop an anvil lays a slant of steel glowin

The column of man wanders in from the brush looking forward to todays encounter. But what the guy is greeted with isn't a huge battlefield with crab genocide, but instead a potluck where a huge swath of players are gathered around a big cooking pot. A tilt of the mans head as he removes the plate helmet from his shoulders, allowing the air to hit his face and quench the slightly boiled skin beneath it. Removing the rest of his plating the man transitions into a pair of longer shorts, accepting the welcome change of pace from all the constant combat. Scanning the beach, Griswold manages to

Yoink for Kit Kat Gungir's Shard [248706] | [10 Mon] | UNIQUE Caches and expends a craftable consumable. The item to be cached must be submitted to a player's evaluation thread. Once confirmed, players may use the item to provide a buff to their characters once per thread. Other players can be affected by this item’s effects (eg. feasts, mass healing crystals), but the item cannot be used in combat. This item is tradable until an item has been evaluated on it, and a character can never own more then 1 evaluated Gungir's Shard at a given time. This item can be reset by paying 100,000 col

It was early, the heat around him threatened to burn off anything that it could. Each connection with his hammer drops a stone or an ore, whichever the game decides to give at the moment. With each plain rock he picks it up and tosses it to his walking furnace. When the boulder breaks he moves on to the next. Adding to his stock a few prized iron and copper chunks, they both made for a great base for most weapons unless of course they demand something specific. At that point he would have to go searching for that specific brand of material. Today was not one of those days though. It was about

7/8/25 (Sent via Simmone) Evaluated T4 Perfect 199283a (Static 1, Fallen 1, Holy 1) pending another component + Name: Warden's Fury Profession: N/A Rank: N/A ID: N/A Roll: N/A Item Type: Katana Tier: Tierless (Fixed this) Quality: Perfect Enhancements: 1 Slot Absolute Accuracy, 2 Slots Paralyze Description: Post Link: Dropped Here, Acquired Here & Converted to Katana Here + 1 Gleaming Scale, 1 Demonic Shard = Name: Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi - Masamune Profession: M

PH Evaluated T4 Perfect 199283a (Static 1, Fallen 1, Holy 1) pending another component + Name: Warden's Fury Profession: N/A Rank: N/A ID: N/A Roll: N/A Item Type: Katana Tier: Tierless (Fixed this) Quality: Perfect Enhancements: 1 Slot Absolute Accuracy, 2 Slots Paralyze Description: Post Link: Dropped Here, Acquired Here & Converted to Katana Here + 1 Gleaming Scale, 1 Demonic Shard = Name: Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi - Masamune Profession: Merchant Rank:

Beating his mallet against barricades, the iron nails driven into a panel that was since frozen closed to make a more permanent repair. "How much longer?" The smith would ask of the captain. A huff as he'd man handle another piece of complex into place, having to pay a glass knight an honest headbutt that makes his teeth grind together. It wasn't nearly as effective as a weapon but it did a fair enough job stunning his aggressor. The thing clatters to the floor before being ended rightly by the guardsman that surrounded him, jabbing it with spears and swords drawn. Shoving the panel in place w

The last into the now explosive encounter as the poor thing was being torn limb from limb, Griswold was on the older and more tired side. The poor thing was already being pummeled before the smith beaned it then shield bashed it to neutral, expecting his body to lock up like usual making it super difficult to maneuver around. But it doesn't, as if some fundamental restriction of the game had been undermined or the girl had rewrote it with just a simple guttural sound. What exactly was it that Shiina had done? None of the party really knew, but the fact was it was extraordinarily effective at a

The regal athenian style complexes of floor 17's settlement, clearly inspired by the glorified romances of Greece's mythos in all its magnificence. Off of a pad and down that white and refined stone, through a plaza practically barren outside of yellow cursors. The smith would take to the small board, finding this trip down memory lane to be both welcoming and a bit bittersweet. The thoughts of how long they had been in this game started to find themselves boiling to the surface. Grasping at the papers tacked to it, he'd find their query and tear it clean. Sending out an array of join requests

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | ?, CD: ? (No Proc) Seeing the small girl blaze past and go full surgeon on the creatures that Celeste pointed out, The smith assumed the matter handled. That was until he saw another pair slowly clamber out of the brush and start darting full speed toward the waters edge. Dropping his hammer, he'd grab the chain and begin to twirl it. A rip down and overhead would allow that mallet on tether to extend out and pile drive the remaining two into tiny driven nails. Pop Pop, they are squished as eas

6/25/25 Uneval'd Rolls being eval'd to store without enhancement/desc/name: 173391, T1/Perfect/Heavy Armor 180915, T1/Perfect/Heavy Armor 180922, T1/Perfect/Heavy Armor 180923, T1/Perfect/Heavy Armor 198310, T1/Perfect/Heavy Armor 181025, T2/Perfect/Heavy Armor 182591, T2/Perfect/Heavy Armor 182598, T2/Perfect/Heavy Armor 182603, T2/Perfect/Heavy Armor 182605, T2/Perfect/Heavy Armor 165404, T3/Perfect/Heavy Armor 165405, T3/Perfect/Heavy Armor 165406, T3/Perfect/Heavy Armor 165407, T3/Perfect/Heavy Armor 165408, T3/Perfect/Heavy Armor 190597, T4/P

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | ?, CD: ? (No Proc) Tapping his thicker hands together, the smith leans down to pick up his hammer. Reaching up he'd pull of his helmet and remove it. The air on his skin was nice, allowing a cool breeze to help alleviate the stuffiness of such armor. The smith attempts to tuck it under his right arm but drops it. The saddest crunch pops the moment it presumably hits the dirt. Glancing left and right, Griswold leans down and picks it up to find not one but two very smashed crab. Looking a little

In tune with the rest of his team, the smith springs into the opening created by Setsuna as the creature was still debilitated by the prior pair. The exposed flesh is impacted by the mountain of a man with chain of potent slams of a hammer, rattling something internally and making its legs curl. It wobbles and falls off to the side, its legs curling not unlike a spider. The smith retracts and the malus in his grasp spins as he flicks his wrist. The thing drops and dangles like a key on a keychain, as the mountain of a man latches on to the titanic crustacean with both hands. Offering it a foll

The large tower of a man was not nearly as subtle as some of his other companions, the striking dark blue plates of metal did well to catch every little stream of light. Gleaming as those streams would hit upon the plate armors polished surface. A heavy visage helmet to match, it would shield his entire body from view, allowing only the small slit on its front in a sharp edge for him to see through. He was quite the machine, a huge brick house sliding in out of the tree line with footfalls that sounded heavy enough to level a tree. The armor even had the gall to plink with each step, as the we

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | ?, CD: ? (No Proc), Charge Refreshed The creatures were still down, if he could do some real damage then they would have much less to take care of after these things were able to move again. He walks toward the limp things, towering over them. Tightening his grip on his hammer, pulling his arm back and quickly smashing his weapon against the top of each head, or atleast was supposed to be their head. Everytime they came to do crab stuff, there was always a different experience after. With the t

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | ?, CD: ? (No Proc), Charge CD [2/3] It was like they were in pure slow moe compared to what they were a few seconds ago. Setsuna was different today, off and not as cold. It was a very unique sight, he started twirling that chain in a wide circular motion. He waits for that tug and aims toward the larger group of tiny critters. In one foul swoop he releases as the hammer practically squished three of them. Jerking his metal rope backwards, his tool would clip the last. They would all burst like

*New Round, New Turn Order Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | ?, CD: ? (No Proc) The tower of a man knew exactly what he was going to do, deep down he promised that it was going to hurt worse than the last one. Running toward it as it was actually running from him, this was sometimes half the fun. A challenge was more of what it was, the sake of having to work for what you got. Pulling that shield up as he bashes into the creature followed by a hammer smashing against his already tender sliced up places against its flesh. It s

As he runs toward the enemy, they could feel the ground shake beneath their feet. With a sliding halt he flings his hammer outward and it smashes hard against the shell. It started to splinter like a spiderweb all the way across before shattering it into nothing. All that was left was the crab with no shell. That had never happened before, there were always a few smacks or stabs to the armor that the crab had on but it never actually exploded off. Celeste did break it into pieces last time but this was a solid frame that shatters off the creature that is somehow still alive. Wrapping the chain

-Clank Clank Clank- he was finishing up a project that he started earlier this morning. He only gets a few hours of sleep, there is a lot of work to be done in the shop. Setting the metal in a cooling bin. Glancing at the time on the HUB, it was time to go. He was meeting the group today again, he just wanted to make sure that he got some work done today. He had plans with the girls at the burger place. They hadn’t been there in a while, it was about time to go see an old friend. Walking the beaten familiar path through the sands, it was clear that this might be like any other day.

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | ?, CD: ? (No Proc) The entire room fills with a volatile and blinding silver light, like being hit with high beams with your eyes shoved against a headlight. The smith cant help but wince and the sound immediately causes him to go deaf. Once the smoke would clear as his ears are ringing trying to recover his hearing, he'd look around trying to discover just what the fuck just happened. His eyes set on Morrighan in all her magnificent vengeance, eyes alight and hair flowing like its under water.

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | ?, CD: ? (No Proc) The last to drop into the giant black hole, he'd slam down with a heavy thud. He wasn't nearly as graceful as the rest of these teenagers barely old enough to have a job, when he'd already lived an entire life while they were still in diapers. A fact which was sad given he wasn't that much older then them. A splat as he'd land would cause his attentions to focus down toward his feet. "Uh." The smith would find himself in a mild state of shock, glancing around in the pale whit