Griswold

Do the thing (Make a Demonic -> Fuse it)

Auric Sunlight - Finality of Hope [T4/Perfect/2HSS] Damage 3 [154064]
Blade of the Warrior [T4/Perfect/2HSS] Accuracy 2, AA [177368a]

Into

Auric Sunlight - Finality of Hope [T4/Demonic/2HSS] Damage 3, AA

4/27/21

Demonic Fusion Here

4/26/21

190965
190966
190967
190968
190969
190970, T4//Heavy Armor
190971
190972
190973
190974, T4//Shield
190975
190976
190977, T4//Katana
190978, T4//Waraxe

A glance down toward the rather large appearing weapons, taking Heaven's Mandate where it sat. A massive weapon with contained energy that he'd yet to see. Griswold grunts, as his eyes trailed the length of it. "Aye, I'll give it a shot." he barks taking the weapon and one of the small fragments provided to the anvil. A whistle brings Vulcan to his side, and with reluctance he leans down and offers the handle to the hound. It swells and begins to heat, and with it the metal begins to become liquid.

Lifting his mallet over the super heated weapon, a harsh swallow as forging that sword on Olympus. There was the same untapped power here, the alloy spoke the same to him. A single slam sees an echo throughout the chamber, reverberating off of the walls. Sparks were orange at first, before they start to take to a radiant light in white. The crystal flashes, that small shard glows as the weapon breaks.

Griswold's heart sinks

"I don't know what? That isn't supposed to happen." Confused, the fragments akin to a creature expiring in combat. They shift in the air like a starfield before they are sucked into the gemstone at where it lay. Curious, the smith lifts the stone as it hums and vibrates with the energies locked inside of it. All the properties of the piece locked within that strange object.

A glance to Freyd ushers him to continue, and he swallows his fears. To Samael's Pride with another gemstone like the first but empty. On top that solid hunk of malachite that played his anvil. This edge was so clearly not like the one before it, it swelled and twisted with some malignant twist of energies. It hummed as it was carried, and weighed nothing in the smiths grasp.

A blast of his hammer sees a mix of energies as they slide and flash off the weapon in coils and lines, the very veil that covering the dark edge beneath being peeled away. It proves so difficult to strip, that Griswold starts to apply more and more force to every blow. His skin begins to smolder, as his hammer takes to flames like a torch. Each connection sees a trail of the stuff like a wisp, a heavy grunt behind every strike. What sounds like glass as it breaks and all of the energy is sucked into the gemstone at its side, leaving a handle empty of attributes.

To the last. "Let's try this then." Griswold barks unsure that this method was even working at all, to the third and final shard. A pile of them upon that flat surface of steel, a spin of his hammer sees a burning swivel as he raises his left arm to his brow and a wipe of sweat. Crushing the two filled and allowing the energies trapped inside free, they jump into the third and final left. Everything, in one stone. A swirl of black and golds, trapped in its glass like surface.

A sharp inhale "Here goes nothing." as he has Vulcan begin to heat the mundane Samael's Pride with that jewel at its side, working it like a typical staff. Getting it nice and hot and cut straight. Lifting it and drawing his eyesight down its length to prove it straight. Near its final completion, he slams that hammer against the last stone left unbroken. The power leaps and begins to float. A solid lunge Griswold clutches it out of the air, his skin begins to burn and his health begins to diminish and skip back up. The maelstrom aggressively fighting his contact.

Like a whetstone, Griswold lifts the heated handle and drags that ball of untamed and wild energy down its length. It sparks and grinds, one after another as his HP continues to dart around. The edge begins to form and twists before the color splits. The weapon seems to suck it in, lapping up what was left. It forms that black color, and drawn from its hilt was a ball of light. Like a rubber band, the forgemaster latches to it with his fingers and drags it toward the weapons point.

A flash of blue, and then a vibrant shade of orange follows soon after: "Demonic." Spoken but a single word with a heavy exhale, his concern fading. "That's how they are forged..." Almost lost, he drops the weapon into a vat of oils. The steam rises and begins to pool on the ceiling. Ripping it clean and checking the tempering, it was flawless. His best work. A single swipe sees the weapon shift and spin in his grasp, the wild energy swell and pass without difficulty through a wood mannequin.

"Your Staff." Griswold spins it and extends Freyd the end. It was done.

Fused:

4/25/21

190597, T4/Perfect/Heavy Armor
190601, T4/Perfect/Heavy Armor
190607, T4/Perfect/Heavy Armor

190598, T4/Rare/Heavy Armor Intended To Salvage
190599, T4/Uncommon/Heavy Armor Intended To Salvage
190602, T4/Rare/Heavy Armor Intended To Salvage
190603, T4/Uncommon/Heavy Armor Intended To Salvage
190606, T4/Rare/Heavy Armor Intended To Salvage
190608, T4/Uncommon/Heavy Armor Intended To Salvage
190609, T4/Rare/Heavy Armor Intended To Salvage

House Name: Tristram Molten Steelshaping (Attachment) [Recent Change Here]
Location: Floor 22 - Housed within the guild hall in the forest of the forgotten, the metallic clanks of a smith who is hard at work. His own well furnished building to rest within arms reach of his friends and family.
Plot Size: Estate
Room(s): [Master Bedroom][Master Bathroom][Attic {Storage}][Basic Kitchen][Living Room][Storage Closet][Dining Room][Dining Hall {1}][Dining Hall {2}][Basement][Guest Room: Potted Tanabata][][][][]
Yard(s}: [Forge (Ext)][Mega Slime Farm][Greenhouse]
Alterations: Attic {Room: Extended Mod Limit} -> Attic {Storage}, Herbalist Hut Added, Herbalist Hut-> Greenhouse
Total Cost: [Attic {Room: Extended Mod Limit}] Liquidation: -7500, +10000 [Herbalist Hut], +15000 [Greenhouse], +10000 [Attic: Storage]= 27500 Col

Current Level: 50
Current SP: 208
SP Tracking: 

Item Upgrades:

A heavy hammer blow into the side of the stone sees it break, as Vulcan begins to huff away at what was left in its wake. The familiar that was a walking furnace began to pick up pieces and an audible crunch is heard. "Found it." Griswold offers with a wipe of his brow, plucking a few more pieces up and transferring them into Vulcan's gullet. The rich red metal known as scarletite begins to ooze out of its jaw, and Griswold laps it up with more of those molds. He'd need quite a few to reach what he needed. An hour spent upon this cliff face, sees four bars of the stuff claimed. Once he returns to his shop, he begins to heat one along with a bar of pure quicksilver. Using the flame kiln creature, and carefully having it drool into molds, he produces two pure bars of what he needed.

A clattering of a hammer against an anvil, time and time again. A few more hours, he holds out a pure and clean one handed curved sword in a faint silverish pink. Placing its newly sharpened edge against the anvil and giving it a sharp tug against a etching of fire sees the weapon engulf in signature red flames. "Done." Griswold barks, for this weapon would find her daughter. He wasn't stupid and it suited her perfectly. For when he wasn't there.

Having his fill from that node, the hunk of rock being picked completely clean and was nothing more than a pile of rubble by this point. "That works." Griswold speaks his thoughts out loud. Pocketing the cooled ingots and holding aloft the single one that still was coming down. He keeps steady to not spill it and begins to climb up stygian's face just a bit further. He was still seeking the base metal that would be required to form the alloy he'd need to finish that weapon out. Vulcan keeping up beside him with heavy bounds, leaping like a rabbit across the volcanic floor. The incline start becomes steep as he gets further and further up the side. The orange glow around also gains strength, as he was traveling right into the heart of the volcano with every step. Thankfully this heat held no effect on him, he was all but immune to its presence. That and the desert on floor 8. 

Another solid crack of his hammer sees more debris falling loose, freeing up more of the stuff that he actually sought out. Even though this wasn't what he needed, it could prove useful in the future and save him a trip later. That was a good enough reason for him to attempt to harvest it. Thrusting the chunks of ore toward Vulcan, who begins to salivate out the molten metal from the crags within it. Griswold peels loose a couple of ingot molds and begins to have them set into bars. "Thank ye." Griswold remarks to the beast, who was getting his fill of what he desired from the slag produced from the process. The thing lived on molten rock, and it was purifying the material by consuming it. Into three molds yields enough for three full sized ingots, to which he sees them cool and flips them over before claiming his mallet again. A makeshift pickaxe that would play the part.

Traversing the side of Mt. Stygian, in a plain white tank top and standard looking cargo's. Griswold pulls out his hammer and attaches some strange link of chains and a sharpened edge, a spin before slamming it into a hunk of stone sees a spray of the stuff. At his side at the ready with excitement was Vulcan, doing his best attempt at waiting for the smith to break loose something it could devour. The smith sees as pieces began to fall away, rich lines of color burning through the stone. In a deep goldish hue, more than likely solarite. An amicable metal, that once alloyed or simply used would forge some powerful equipment. But what he needed was what was already contained in the weapon he was attempting to work on. Coined Rosantium by him due to the color, that faint pinkish hue reminding him of a rose. There wasn't any real defined name so he took to calling them whatever made the most sense at the time.

A twist of the cutlery into the slab of beef in front of him, with a rather gentle precision. Although he may not look it, Griswold was actually racked with quite a bit of finesse. "I always am, currently a sword for Simmone. Some curved sword that was almost rusted through. It's been quite some work restoring the thing to optimal condition. It's yet to be finished, but I won't give up on it either." He offered her question with an honest response, before placing a small cube of the meat into its gullet. Eying Sam's meal, a salad. Figures. Girls always are trying to watch what they eat. Well excluding Shiina. They were usually concerned with their figure, and Griswold wondered how it was that they were not malnourished as a result of eating so little protein. It didn't seem to matter too awful much within the confines of the game, however. He'd been sustaining himself on plain white bread rolls for quite a while.

A chuckle once the confusion wears off unsure how to process what had just transpired between the two girls. Shiina was much smarter than she appeared to be, always playing the fool so it was easy to misunderstand her. "Sure Sam, I guess she had us all fooled huh?" He replies to the raven haired string bean of a girl, clattering behind the lengthy girls strides. The group finds themselves into floor 2's diner, being waited on and promptly Sam makes due on her promise to Shiina with an order. Seconds later a plate of varied color pastries hit the table and begin to disappear with gobbles. Griswold cannot help but shake his head, that girl would be so fat outside of here. Which begs the question how she wasn't already if she ate like this on the regular. Her parents must have cut her off, or she had the metabolism of a burning sun and nothing would stick. Either way, it couldn't be healthy the way she was attached to sweets.

A solid tug at the vines wrapped so heavily around Shiina's frame sees them break, She grins and pats Griswold's arm. How she had managed to get herself so tangled in that mess that fast was absurd. It was straight up a net of christmas lights wrapped around her face and arms. She scampers off as his attentions shift back to Sam, making sure she wasn't get consumed by the forest around them as well. This place brought back an early memory with direction from the boy in red. The very first thing he did was bring them here to face their demons, and even still they were discovering the effect that had had on their development. It was as if he was still with them no matter where he went. Like a nagging voice in every players skull ushering them in the right direction like a cricket on their shoulders, or a conscious leading them onto the correct path. The very same wanderer that he saw an unbelievable determination against some wargs at his behest. 

A nod to Sam in her own break down of the quest they had to undertake, the girl had since read the notes provided. An excellent recollection and further deciphering of what they would face, was always welcome. But it was then she stopped, noticing his trouble. After a few moments of her attempts to show him what it was she meant, Griswold begins to follow the steps provided. The screens on his UI began to gain size, as if someone had dragged everything up a few steps.

It blew his mind

He could see, and the buttons were now significantly larger. Reopening the quest board and doing the same upon it, Griswold could now see and actually read through its contents. The old man didn't even know this was a thing, and Sam had been the first to actually show interest in showing him how it worked. "I uh, what?" Griswold was dumbfounded by this new development, sliding through the screens quite a bit easier although still a bit difficult depending on what he was looking for. But at the very least he could actually hit what it was he was trying to hit.

Griswold grimaced. "I cant." He shook his head in denial. "If I lay down in plate armor it would be damn near impossible to get back up." The smith was telling the truth, although he wished to he much rather didn't want to get stuck on this floor until he managed to roll over. The thought of a human sized pile of snow covering him out here came in. The three different size snow angels in the snow however, made his heart hurt a bit. They were close enough to what could have been. "Your snow man could use some work though." He speaks with a gentle smile, deliberately twisting his head away from the angels still punched into the sleet. "You all forgot to give it arms, no one thought to grab sticks or something. It looks pathetic like that." Griswold chuckles and eyes this thing that was barely at half his stature before Freya adds them to it. As it would turn out, even the wisest old man has made mistakes.

ID# 187338 results: Loot: 16, Loot Roll 400 Col [16x25=400]

Quest Complete:
Griswold
2*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus)
Freya
4*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus, 2 Quest Reward)
Shiina
4*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus, 2 Quest Reward)
Sam
4*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus, 2 Quest Reward)
Simmone
2000*Col (400 Thread Closure, 400*4=1600 Quest Reward)

Griswold stirs for a moment, noting that Shiina had answered the call. The girl was welcome along, but she was a bit harder to handle at the same time. That meant he had to be on the ball keeping an eye attached to her back if anything had gone awry. Checking the board and after some struggle manages to take one he'd not yet. "Some flame hound on floor 6." He reads it back as he fights to send them invites and quest shares. "It looks like." He squints reading from the tiny screen. "That we should look for burnt grass and trees." That seemed as good as a direction as any, as most of floor 6 was a ripe forest with rich and dense foliage. It should be quite simple finding what it was they were after with that to go on. Hard to miss black in a sea of green.

As a group of two girls just help themselves to his meat cleavers, it was almost strange how they were comparing their hands to his. "I guess so huh?" Griswold's attentions shift to the girls axe, which although pretty large was probably a bit easier for her to handle than it would be for shorter people. The tiny droplets from above catch his attention "I wouldn't do that, your basically drinking whatever is on the trees above you." The smith offers a word of caution to Sam to make her quit before she gets some undesirable taste in her mouth. A release of their hands as they slide free, it was rather pleasant that little moment between them. "Oh your getting married?" This is the first he was hearing about it as well, for the moments they were together were mostly business so such details were usually left behind once they started up.

A solid nod from the smith, pleased by the fact that what he had forged for the girl had done what she needed to. He took pride in his work. Griswold spent hours trying to get the best out of what he had to work with. The result were weapons that were top of the line. He'd accept nothing less than that, recalling a barrel full of rejects that Simmone took care of on the regular. "Every moment this all gets a little easier. I feel as though I am understanding everyone just a bit better. If I could only craft a larger little screen." Griswold chuckles, he was referring to his UI and how it was clearly not designed with a man of his stature in mind. Combine that with his age and it was a recipe for disaster and multiple wasted hours trying to get the damn thing to function. Such was a simple hardship of Aincrad for the towering 6'9 man.

"That can wait." Griswold offered in a heavy and thick voice. "I think all of us need a bit of a break. Perhaps something cold." He comments to the environment that had surely been digging away at them this entire time. Lifting to his heels and leaving the empty sack where it lay upon the floor, a loose pile of worthless unusable metals at its side. A thought to perhaps the pools of water around the city of coral, or even a visit to floor 4 to just let the steam out. A few steps out the ring of the camp they had ransacked without worry, a raise of his hand in a charade to beckon them toward the city. Griswold was still their guide and would help see them through this trip back to civilization, and he was slightly curious if he could have convinced Sam to stay a while and let a load off. There was only so much grinding that one could do in a day before running themselves ragged.

An honest and quick end to the thing after Shiina restored the girls strength back to almost full. A twist of his head toward Shiina and offering her a plated gauntlet hand, ripe with a thumbs up with his hammer held loosely in his fingers. "Well done, seems that was it then." He chuckles as the massive boss begins to fade away like ash in the wind, tiny blue fragments of light catching wind and sliding away and upward. Docking that mallet into a belt loop on his right hip, he lowers his shield and plucks free the feet that had worked themselves into holes from the pressure of the large ape. Shiina ceases to sing and rushes into the group, Griswold cannot help but ruffle her head. He was just so much bigger than she was. That girl really did remind him of Anna in her jubilance, always being so supportive and filling the world with her colored spectrum of joy. 

As Sam attempts to rush away, the primate back hands her with such force that it sends her scattering with an impact that sounds like a car crash. Griswold's heart sinks as he rushes forward and lands another follow up blow from the creature upon his shield instead. "You alright!?" Griswold barks to the girl rather abruptly, trying to get her to speak as he watches her descending HP bar stop at a quarter gone. She had taken quite the amount of damage from that last attack. This thing was no joke, and Griswold simply wasn't fast enough on the draw to stop it from countering. A harsh shove of his shoulder sees some distance built as he exploits that massive frame of his, pushing his heels into the muck and moss beneath his feet to push the thing back. As it moves the ape begins to reach for nearby structures as an anchor as well, a battle of wills with the large tank.

Shield Bash [x10], -10 EN, Concentration Activated [+1 Accuracy], Concentration CD [0/3], Shield Bash CD [0/2] -2 Missed

ID# 187282 results: Battle: 2+2+1=5, Missed vs. Monkey King!

ID# 187283 results: MOB: 7, Hit vs. Sam dealing 240 DMG

Players:
[H:0] Shiina | HP:840/840 | EN:72/84 | DMG:1 | MIT:89 | MENDING:1 | REC:4 | LD:3
[H:1] Sam | HP:600/840 | EN:69/82 | DMG:16(+2/1) | ACC:3 | BLD:24 | REC:2
[H:0] Griswold | HP:930/930 | EN:88/90 | DMG:9 | MIT:84 | ACC:2 | THRNS:36 | REC:2 | TAUNT | BH:18

Mobs:
Monkey King | HP:48/250 | DMG:240 | MIT:50
MD 9-10: AoE 120 DMG, Stun

Ushering toward the discussing pair of girls, Griswold tucks his hammer away in his belt loop and raises a hand toward Kasumi. The girl promptly offers him a high five, they had torn this thing limb from limb. The sounds from those four placed crystals from the songstresses design still played, creating their very own background anthem like an action flick. There was still room to grow, but Griswold could not help but reflect backward on all they had accomplished. He wasn't so sure if they hadn't found one another that this would have been possible. "Well done, Victory achieved." The smith spoke some praise with a smile, removing the helmet from his shoulders and tucking the thing under his left armpit. They were done here, coined by the sound of a gate on the far end rising up slowly with clicks. Such ends one of the games most difficult quests, destroyed so readily by the members of Firm Anima.

A huff as he slides the mallet into his belt loop, lowering the shield. Just like that, the quest was all but over. Just a turn in and it was, leaving the group a bit of free time. A glance down to the small girl that looked exactly like Anna, and then his eyes swap to Sam. "How about some grub, something to fill yer bellies?" Griswold offered the group. Setsuna begins to walk away. "That includes you, you know?" He tries to include the girl that was always so elusive. This wasn't their first quest together, but even still Griswold knew so little about her. It was strange that it was almost as if he knew that girl the best over the other few. A couple steps toward the child, and a raise of his hand sees it frosted cold. His inner warmth however kept it at bay, as he reached out and placed a solid hand onto her tiny shoulder.

After both girls simply slaughter everything that would rise against them in a blink of an eye, it was pretty obvious that this was not designed for players as strong as they were. Rising from the soil was one just as the first, slightly larger and of a different color scheme. The feigned boss, the one they needed the medicine from. A glance to the others as they dart away, setting up for the attack against it. Now it was just a battle of rates. Griswold recalled that it was a bit difficult to not destroy the drop in the process, that little sprout out of the top of it was what they needed. Curious if they'd get it on the first attempt or have to continue to cut them down to spawn another. Taking a passive stance with his shield held high, waiting for the thing to peel itself out of the soil on its own. He'd need not rush it down first thing.

Griswold takes No Action

ID# 187229 results: Battle: 1, Missed vs. Griswold!

Players:
Shiina | HP:840/840 | EN:72/84 | DMG:1 | MIT:89 | MENDING:1 | REC:4 | LD:3
Sam | HP:840/840 | EN:73/82 | DMG:16(+2/1) | ACC:3 | BLD:24 | LD:3
Setsuna | HP:960/960 | EN:87/96 | DMG:15 | ACC:5 | LD:2
Griswold | HP:930/930 | EN:90/90 | DMG:9 | MIT:84 | ACC:2 | THRNS:36 | REC:2 | TAUNT | BH:18

Mobs:
Nepent Variant | HP:15/15 | DMG:10 | MIT:5 | FULL PHASE (10)

At the drop of a hat, the entire group had been erased by his daughter. As expected the whole of the team was drastically higher level then this quest required, and as such it was a quick and easy rendition. "Even that was a bit faster than I expected." Griswold speaks as his stance shifts from battle ready to a more passive stride. Moving toward the center of their camp, he began to look throughout the pile to see what it was that they had stolen. The girls had made short work of this. Through a sack filled with odds and ends he shuffles through, tossing bits and pieces of it off to the side as he checks them for any sort of quality. It was welcome to see if he could pluck anything from here and save himself another trip up the side of the mountain instead. To smelt them down and reuse the material.

ID# 187216 results: Loot: 3, Failure!