Griswold

Finding a place in the sand, Vulcan dropping with a thud like a loosely tossed stone at his side. Shiina was already up to her eyeballs in the water, flailing about like a lunatic and throwing things out and into it. His familiar groans, watching the lake carefully. Out of the blue Rasarei tackles the grump, making them both spiral sending a spray of sand. "Yeah it's pretty sudden, but at least she's excited by the idea of hanging out with us eh?" Griswold sprawls out a bit, taking up a fair bit of space. "Bit crazy this place we're trapped in, didn't really know what I was doing before I met

An alert causes his tired old bones to swivel, as he sweeps the metal shavings from a tired old anvil that had seen a day of work. Vulcan perks up with the sound, huffing the air as he seemed to be searching for another stone to lap up. "It wasn't for you." Griswold chuckles, opening the message with a bit of difficulty. His muscles still ached from the day prior, but he was getting a bit better. "It's from Freya." Speaking out loud as if the familiar could even understand what that meant. It was more rhetorical than anything. Trailing left to right, as he works his way down the little pigeon.

Quest Complete 8950/30=298*5=1490 8950/300=30 Seeds Griswold 1490*6=8940+5000 [Quest] + 2000 [Ugzeke #1] + 8250 [Dungeon] + 2000 [Ugzeke #2]=26190*1.45=37975 EXP Kasumi 1490*7=10430+5000 [Quest] + 2000 [Ugzeke #1] + 8250 [Dungeon] + 2000 [Ugzeke #2]=27680*1.45=40136 EXP Setsuna 1490*7=10430+5000 [Quest] + 2000 [Ugzeke #1] + 8250 [Dungeon] + 2000 [Ugzeke #2]=27680*1.55=42904 EXP Simmone 1490*6=8940 + 2000 [Ugzeke #1] + 8250 [Dungeon] + 2000 [Ugzeke #2]=21190*1.55=32844 EXP (32844*.15=4926 Laurel, 28000 [Wave #2], 20000 [Quest]) = 52926 Col {Simmone} (4

Howl Refreshed, Recovers 8 via BH Into the fray with a solid right hook, twisting his body and bashing the much larger entity with his shield. A fist returned, as Griswold starts to exchange blows with Ugzeke. Body boxing until he catches a heavy hand in his own. "That the best you've got!" Griswold barks, his eyes kindling in orange. His body begins to steam and sputtering sparks begin to dance on his skin. A headbutt, skull on skull. Griswold twists his massive right hand and jams it as far as he can into that creature's stomach, where out of nowhere an explosive detonation of fire. It

Howl CD [1/2], Recovers 8 via BH One bleeds out and dies of the wounds it had sustained from Setsuna and by extension Celeste, the other was trapped under Griswolds massive leg. Slamming his hammer a couple of times for good measure until the thing stops moving. "That takes care of that." Taking stock of the warzone, no more hostiles. Kasumi sitting in a pile, Setsuna working on her own breathing. Celeste wobbling back and forth trying to carry that sword of hers. They were a mess, but they made it out alright. Griswold spins that hammer and douses the flames, running his hand along the o

Tapping the front of his shield with his hammer sees it engulf in flames, as his skin began to smolder in that same heat. Eventually, after insistent blows sparks begin to fall off as if he was striking a blade atop an anvil. "That should do it, bring it." Griswold barks as the few enemies within the chamber all set sights on him, he'd drawn them away from the prospect of hurting the rest of his team. The smith was becoming quite the effective tank these days, turns out age wasn't as big of a weakness as he'd first been led to believe. "This is all we have left?" He speaks over his shoulder to

Winding back and a drive of that hammer with a solid and distinguishable *thud*. The texture felt like mashing potatoes, Ugzeke was the potato. A pop sees Celeste's foot loses its raised height. "That's that then, easier than I imagined." His eyebrow perks up, catching just the faintest bit of color from some other players present. He wasn't really sure how to respond, so just winging it, he gestures toward the opening with his hammer. "Onward, out? Whatever, let's just go bash some more heads." There was the taste of some epic moment, but instead they just all took turns beating some defensel

Recovers 8 via BH A heavy foot onto Ugzeke's back as the troll tries to peel his face out of the stone. "Don't get up. All you will end up doing is making this harder on yourself." He scans the rest of the group, Celeste included. "I'll keep him pinned." Slamming that hammer into the back of Ugzeke's head dazes him even further. This was an absolute slaughter, just 6 players kicking the crap out of this single isolated mob. Yeah he had a lot of numbers, some group attacks or what have you. But at the end of it all, he was just outnumbered 6 to 1. The odds were totally in Firm Anima's favo

A bit of hesitation, and exhaustion setting in. He was an old man, and had been at it for quite a while. Also, the thought of having to deal with that idiot after working all day wasn't quite enthusing either, when he'd said he would try he wasn't exactly meaning right this second. "Oh, alright." He couldn't convince himself to decline, and he moves toward the back. There was a nervousness in a 'dad is my date to the prom' kinda way. Tapping his neck with a white rag, trying to get some soot off his hands and face. Back into the center, he reaches for that stool and moves it out of the walkway

Another grumble as the girl's hand finds his shoulder, a long time coming. "Surprising, maybe I finally knocked some sense into him." His face twists into a smile, trying to be happy about it. "If you're sure, I suppose I can try and lighten up a bit. But don't expect me not to deck him one if he gets out of line." He chuckles for a moment, as Vulcan finally gets his lazy ass up and his feet click upon the stone floor. "What? I don't have any more you fat stone." A whine, sees the smith kneel down and wiggling the beast. "I guess I need something." Toward the entry that was still opened up, an

"It's yours." Griswold offers it to the girl with a slide, watching her pick it up he couldn't be happier. "I got a bit carried away, I reckon." Griswold chuckles, his thoughts getting stuck on Anna for a moment. But he wouldn't sour this with drudging up the past. She almost immediately devolves into a child like wonder, a smile painted upon her face within a moment passing. Then she mentions Gaius, and just like one would expect a dad to do, his smile changes into a raised eyebrow and a scowl. "That boy, is he still being an idiot all the time?" The grumble of a concern. "You could probably

The sudden warble in the girl's tone caught him off guard, making it hard to swallow. Vulcan had sense finished his given stone, and starts to lay down. The familiar Ko poking at the lazy slouch, who was all tuckered out from a day of smithing. A snort as he lets all that air out. Griswold leans forward on, applying an elbow to his right knee cap. "Don't be, we don't have to be strangers. I just didn't really know where I am supposed to be. Yeah, I'm your dad, but that doesn't mean I can just show up and expect to be a part of your life." The voice was a bit broken, for even he had emotional b

Relaxed [1/2] Staring into the sky with his arms at his side, Gaius all but blocked by the tossed beast. "Did you fig-" The sentence is cut off with this absolute blinding light, so much so that Griswold has to advert his gaze. Shielding his eyes with his hand, as he can feel himself move. It fades rather quickly, and once it does Griswold starts to move his jaw trying to get his hearing to pop. His eyes catch Gaius really far up there, like a speck on the lens. Shouting to the rest of the group with a simmering buzzing in his ears, "You all alright?" Celeste was in a pile, eyes wide like

Recovers 8 HP via BH The dragon was growing desperate, trying it's damned to keep itself alive. His skin smoldering cast him in a bit of a gleam with the newfound cold being melted. It slips its bounds and breathes flame out again, ripping its head up and even catching Gaius in that blast. "Enough of that shit." Griswold drops his head into the beast, decking a second time for good measure. Then the unthinkable: Griswold makes a move for the tail. A howl into the sky "Better be ready boy, it's now or never!" Grabbing onto that shit like a massive tree trunk, the muscles in his frame start

A nervousness hung in the air, neither knowing really how to have this conversation. Griswold pivots on his heels, and takes a tiny, almost insignificantly to his stature stool. Placing it down as he rounds the counter, he drops into it. Vulcan eyes him with a whine, as if pleading for an allowance. "She brought it for you, goon, better not decline." The flame kiln sets ablaze and snaps a jaw around it, pebbles falling out in streams of heated rock as his butt wiggles. A chuckle as he taps the side of his walking furnace like palming concrete, his attentions shift to Freyja. "I would, given yo

Metal on stone, and with it a trail of flames that matched the creature's mouth. It lifts a heavy tail and starts to breathe out. Flames dance across the field, catching most of the party by surprise. Each see some damage, but it is halted dead by the sharp inclusion of a shield. Slamming against the beast's teeth and causing the front pair to cave inward, he follows with a blast from his hammer. "Everyone alright!?" Griswold barks to a cacophony of replies assuring him of such, A large and yet dwarfed hand grabbing the large jaw and slamming it shut. This thing's head was easily the size of h

The out-of-the-blue moving of the stone, makes him pause for a moment with a pair of calipers still attached to that blade missing a handle. He perks up, assuming it was some customer that was brave enough to brave the floor's environment. But after it shifts a bit, instead it reveals one of his twins. One that had never shown up alone before. "Freyja?" He murmurs, pulling that blade from a vat of oil and leaving it on the top of his anvil. Caught in a muddied sense of what to do, how to approach this sudden visit. It wasn't every day one of your long-lost daughters showed up on your doorstep,

The constant slamming of a hammer on an anvil, echoing off the stone walls with each blow. Hard as work as always, not allowing himself to dwell on lingering thoughts or distractions. Atop his counter, a simple toy placed there a day prior that had found itself affixed there since. Sparks fly off of the heated slice of metal, washing the whole place with color. A flash on every attempt, more blades and weapons for the guild as the main smith. He enjoyed it, being as busy as he was, it helped stave off the pressing insanity. Vulcan seemed utterly convinced by a slab of slag that the smith had g

Right into the mouth of the labyrinth, desperate to break his mind out of the funk it had found itself trapped in. What better way than getting trapped in an actual maze. The tapping of other players footfalls at his back, as he raises a fist and peers over the horizon. A single solidary point breaking into the clouds. "That must be what we are looking for." Spoken in a mutter as he pivots around and scans the faces of the rest of his party. Simmone was drawing a line of chalk to allow them safe passage out, it wasn't going to be too difficult. After all, all of them were becoming much more re

A grunt, and for a moment he contemplated punching Gaius, but the fact was he was right. "Now, now boy, it's clear she believes in it. Lighten up a bit." No matter how strange it was, that she just was listing off whatever was on her mind, the truth was it wasn't something anyone could act on. Griswold wasn't even sure he believed what he saw first hand, let alone something recounted by virtually someone he knew nothing about. Worse, that it all seemed the work of fairy tail. He blinks softly for a moment, giving Sam's shoulder a squeeze. "Sit down, get the girl some coffee and shut your mouth

The smith turns to Simmone, still a little unnerved when it came to one on one exchanges. "It's been going, how's that apprentice of yours?" It was a bit odd, small talk between business associates as best. He didn't see his girls nearly enough for his tastes, but they were their own people with their own ambitions. He couldn't really expect them to want to hang out with their old man all the time. The whole place seemed to liven up, more people crawling out of the wood work. Some he recognized, others he did not. His mind hangs for a moment, and for that brief instant he cannot shake the feel

Quest Complete: 7771/30=259*5=1295 7771/300=26 Seeds Griswold 1295*6=7770+5000 [Quest Completion]+1500 [Ancient]+2000 [Ugzeke]+2400 [Sand Dollar]=18670*1.45 [Event/Tag/Slime] = 27071 EXP 1*Crystal of Divine Light [201986a] Freyd 1295*13=16835+5000 [Quest Completion]+1500 [Ancient]+2000 [Ugzeke]+2400 [Sand Dollar]=27735*1.45 [Event/Tag/Slime] = 40215 EXP (800 Thread Closure) (24000 Sand Dollar) (75000 Quest [Griswold/Freyd/Kasumi/Shiina/Celeste]) (74308 Dropped [Freyd/Celeste]) (4060 Laurel [Griswold]) (6032 Laurel [Freyd]) (4342 Laurel [Kasumi]) (4342

A parade of heavy footfalls, the girls were talking, and he'd yet to see Celeste socialize with anyone. Not at least in a civil manner. The few times he'd met her in the guild hall, she wasn't much of a talker, much more like a yeller. The smith catches up to the two that Freyd didn't just vaporize under a complete overkill explosion. Grabbing them like a pair of lobsters out of a tank, he slams them together like crushing a fly. They splatter, smattering a bit of that green mess onto his face. "Yep." He dismisses it without much thought, clapping his large right hand onto his forehead and sme

Joining toe and toe with Freyd, the girls were virtually indisposed. It would be on them to put an end tot his mess. Freyd was basically about as durable as he'd come to expect, and Griswold despite his size still had quite a bit of his endurance. "Guess it's on us, yeah?" He looks to the dude he'd been shoulder to shoulder with quite a few times. A hammer spins, and crushes a little spaghetti like remaining beasts into the sand, they pop like beetles leaving a nice size smear where they die. The data was a sickly emerald green, as he steps on the last, crushing it flat. Lifting his foot leave

Shouldering past Celeste, Freyd had grounded the thing, and he was going to take advantage of the moment. Griswold was a big man, and like a wrestler after two heavy foot falls he leaps and drops onto the thing. An elbow claps into that beast with some serious force. The sound of air escaping its lungs as it's forced to start coughing. Moments from a concussion, Griswold begins to wrangle, reaching for a throat with a rather hefty forearm and locking around its neck. "I've got it!" He barks with a reassuring boast, the golems arms find his and start to fight back against the hold. The hands we