Griswold

Seeing the faint petals of the young girl, she was quick to act the moment the creature appeared. It was throwing its arms at nothing, impressive. Pulling his hammer up to his side as he charges in, shield in front of him as his weapon begins to glow bright orange. A glance is had from the crab toward the huge man before getting bashed in the face. It goes flying toward one of the many boulders laying around, causing it to break in pieces around it. Scrambling to its many feet, twirling in circles seemingly trying to figure out where it was and where the giant hulking man was located. Feeling

Leaving his boulder behind, Vulcan was not much for the water environment. It was sorta cold compared to what he was used to. The heat that he works around every day is night and day different from out here near the beach. There were a few things on his mind, one being what he was going to wear to the wedding… He would very possibly need to have something custom made given his size and broadness. Pulling out that hammer and gathering the stuff set aside for him. It was just another day of the same list of things that had to get done. Not sure what the purpose of all of it, but he was along for

A final slam of a shield would turn the king around, and with a brutal downward strike the hammer impacts clean. The hit alone would see ripples flow down the creatures body before it simply collapses, as if what was keeping its composure had somehow broken, sending a spray of moisture. The droplets of green that scatter around the place confirm the creatures demise, and the smith would look to the rest of his party for guidance. As a number of strange things seemed to have occurred during their little fight, and more interestingly the creature was drastically stronger then it should be. His t

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge CD {2/3} A heavy hit from the smith sends one of the many slime duplicates reeling, proving that its division had soften its durability quite considerably. The strike was to the things head, causing it to unfurl and freeze there like a half popped water balloon before quivering and slowly reforming into a 'face' But before it can Griswold grabs it by the waist with both arms in a bear hug, ripping his weight back like a wrestler. The thing is then vaulted into the others like a wrecking ball, and for a moment there the other kings were the pins. They splash

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Fades The smith would continue to try and keep up his own form of physical pressure, pulling hard on the chain linked to his right wrist. This causes his mallet to dislodge from back wall, causing a bit of the stone to give way as rubble in a scatter. It flies toward him with a decent speed and starts to whirl over his head as he clutches tight the chain that attaches it. The chain slides up his arm and he finds the handle, clapping the hammer against his shield it would see the thing pump full of flames. Pulling close that wall, its

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN Griswold was feeling the demand and his lungs would hurt with how hard he was breathing, but he expected nothing less given his stature and the armor he was wearing. He wasn't as spry as some of these younglings yet he could hold his own. What he lacked in endurance he made up in strength, and damn it all he was going to use it. A turn of his body as the creature was being torn apart by the rest of his group, he finds the beast distracted and was still standing. The smith throws a heavy punch and clamps an open fist on anything he can manage to g

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN The titanic colossus of a man, a well built complex of muscle and mass keeps his potent form of oppression as he blocks the incoming swipe before his right arm wraps the point of contact. Around the bladed arm he curves that pillar of flesh of his trapped in cobalt steel, turning it up and pulling it in closer. A singular knee followed by a headbutt causes his foe to stumble, allowing him the opportunity to continue his assault with a solid bash with his shield. The solid *thung* of it rings out, causing a spray of a sickly orange kindling as Gri

Standard Recovery +4 EN The foundation of a man, a 6'9 giant finds his opponent through sheer tenacity and intensity. Its compromised and frozen quite readily with half of its body trapped. The smith smiles beneath the cobalt plated helmet, and twirls the mallet clutched in his right hand. What would follow is him beating that statue with every ounce of strength he could muster, like pounding rock into sand the attacks flow like a wild animal. Strike after strike, the bashing continues in the almost brutal and lopsided street brawl. A proof of the titan's endurance and his urge to put thi

Standard Recovery +4 EN A stomp of his foot against the wall as his stampede completes, stopping him dead like a train. "There wont be a next time." The man barks toward the girl as his hammer drops to the floor, and with a twist of his well build upper torso its flung across the chamber. It punches clean through the target, dead center. The smith grabs the chain and undenounced to him it suddenly catches ablaze as he starts to change hands, dragging the creature who desperately flails trying to get the weapon out of its body. A gentle and nearly dying heat, yet still rich enough to show.

Standard Recovery +4 EN Last up to the plate as the man pivots from the back wall he needs to look off to the side as the room is filled with a bright blue light. Squinting he hurriedly seeks out his daughter, and is almost taken aback realizing that she was the source. "Are you alright?" Griswold asks checking her over like a concerned parent would and should be. No obvious signs of harm yet even still it was an obtuse thing to see. He'd blink but its hidden within his plate helmet. Righting himself and staring at the newly formed opposition, the man looks back to his child "Looks like

Looking to Eruda, the man offers his daughter a nod before tapping his helmet twice with an open hand before ripping the wall of a shield off his back. Pressing it into his shoulder, he taps it twice with his mallet causing it to ring out in a *clack clack* causing it to light in a dimly lit orange flame. The massive colossus starts to charge with that barrier held high, picking up a fair amount of speed before he impacts hard into an awaiting victim. It causes the creature to get steamrolled flat as he bull rushes clean through it much akin to Piasuhon would, sending a spray of green out from

The heavy splash of a heavier footstep eludes to a titan of a man that dwarfs most, clad in thick plates of dark blue that made him appear more like a machine. On his right hip he claims a small mallet and with a flick of his wrist it alights into a held torch, offering the smallest area of light in these decrepit and foul smelling sewers. "This place reeks." Griswold remarks, the sound resonating within his helmet and echoing similarly off the walls around them. The narrow passages offering the slightest sloshing sounds, as well as the sounds of running water to the mans immediate right. As h

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8/20/24 Fusion T4 Perfect Weapon #201796c | BLD 1, DMG 1, HLY 1 + T4 Perfect Weapon #198705a | ENV-O 1, DMG 1, HLY 1 + 1 Gleaming Scale & 1 Demonic Shard: T4 Demonic/Polearm #227576 | HLY 2, BLD 1, ENV-O 1 Name: Epitome of War - Brionac Profession: Blacksmith Rank: 10 Roll ID: 227576 Roll Result: Item Fusion Item Type: Polearm Tier: 4

Turning on his heel, the mountain of a man pivots and slams his weapon as hard as he can against the nearly dispersed slime. The amplifier that was Shiina's music adding such a monstrous amount of oomph behind the blow. It splats and sends a large smattering of goo off in each direction, much like watermelon struck with a baseball bat. These congeal and begin to produce new bodies in their own right. Shuttering and taking shape, they begin to produce smaller halves of the same whole. This quest sure is annoying, the smith thought to himself. It seemed much more akin to old stories he hear

Tucking himself into the fray right behind the sheer potluck of potent powers that others were projecting. A momentary distraction as Shiina extrudes her cry of issues, as the tank heads into the thick of it. Heaving that hammer right into the mess, sees it pass harmlessly through his intended target. "Shit." Griswold barks out as he braces up. A string of syrup becomes a serrated set of spears. Holding his shield close to his body, they blind out in a bolstered blast of death. Raining in like 100 arrows, each connect with the wall held before him. The bulwark ignites in response, and the

The hearty tank steps back from the fire breath that Celeste had just spit out, an outcry that could make anyone smile. The chain now lax, the frame to which he was clutching the boss that was now nothing more then a splattering. A sigh of relief, as he pivots on his heel and hucks the hammer in Freyd's direction. A searing hot mallet right through an awaiting remainder, sees a shower of blue sparks. The fight was over... He turns and gives the chain a heavy tug, pulling the mallet back into his grasp. But the collecting slime breathes an ominous retraction of his thoughts. It was getting

Chains bound to the Slime King, members of the group taking pot shots at it while the bind remained. Griswold struggles against the creatures strength and pulls taught that binding. Even still the pressure on the line threatens to break it. A thought crosses the smiths mind, and with it a look of eureka passes his brow. He pulls once hard, then rushes the thing. Slamming his shoulder into the mass as he shortens the chains length. Using his foot to brace and overheads it into the floor beneath him. Undenounced to him however, it leaves a piece of the creature behind. This newly created child,

Upkeep: +28 HP (BH), +4 EN recovered Upkeep 2: takes 32 from BLGT The metallic chunking of plate armor as the well built boulder moved in to close the gap. The king was already clearly eying as many targets as it could, and it was his job to halt that shit. Twirling the hammer in his grasp he releases the handle and allows the chain to carry it. Spinning it and tossing it past, the king shifts as the coil flies right over its left shoulder. A singular tight pull, pulls that chain taught and hooks the small mallet like a barb in the things armor. One heavy pull with both hands sees them

Joining into the fray in the final hour, this would be the last before they'd have to spin around and face the boss. Griswold spins the head of his hammer, stopping into range with heavy footfalls. A singular heave with a downward strike connects, dealing considerable damage to all within range. The one he struck at first dies without an issue, the second however detonates. It sprays steaming hot gel in all directions catching the girls and himself in the blast. As he begins to tap with haste as it began to eat at his armor, what little remained started to gather beneath his feet. This had a w

Griswold lifts a heavy wall of a shield, his weapon charging up with energies as members of the group made a right mess of the chamber. Through a dark blue plated helmet, he scans the walls. Shoring up his embrace and clutching heavy the blacksmith's mallet in his off hand. These things were already long dead, weakly meandering before collapsing. "More to come." Griswold forebodes with a deep and gruff voice. Clacking his hammer to his shield, making the thing light ablaze in fire of its own. Others begin to slither out of the walls, his noise drawing them in. They'd have to clear the area if

Griswold slides in with this long string of green hanging off his right heel. Although it stuck to his boot given his sheer mass, it did little to slow him down. Instead it clung there like glue and kept stretching. It looked something along the lines of the worlds largest radioactive taffy. With a heavy grunt through a plated helmet, the man leans down and puts his hammer in the moosh before snapping the junk. This causes it to recoil and rubber band back like a tape measurer released. "I'm here." But curious he looks to Raidou. There was hardly a reason for two tanks on this affair, and yet

It me, I dont know If I am doing this right anymore 6/18/23 Fusion/Upgrading: adjudicator. | [#212589] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | PARA-V, ABS ACC, PRLYZ one-winged angel. | [#206621] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | DMG, FALLEN el diablo. | [#210647] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | TAUNT, FALLEN Becomes: adjudicator. | [#] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | ABS ACC, PARA-V, FLN II [desc.]: a dense, black matte sword. it has a separated hilt from the blade, and a thin neck, both made out of glossy steel. black cloth wraps around its handle. costs: x2 scale, x1 shard |

I dont even remember how to do this these days Fusion/Upgrading: adjudicator. | [#212589] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | PARA-V, ABS ACC, PRLYZ one-winged angel. | [#206621] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | DMG, FALLEN el diablo. | [#210647] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | TAUNT, FALLEN Becomes: adjudicator. | [#] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | ABS ACC, PARA-V, FLN II [desc.]: a dense, black matte sword. it has a separated hilt from the blade, and a thin neck, both made out of glossy steel. black cloth wraps around its handle. costs: x2 scale, x1 shard | [paid.]