Griswold

11/8/21 Materials Sent: 11/7/21 Fusion: Nadja's Allure Fusion: Vampire's Kiss Total Cost: Gleaming Scale: 3 Demonic Shard: 2 Tier Up Ticket: 1 (Shield) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Fusion: Nadja's Allure Fusion: Vampire's Kiss Total Cost: Gleaming Scale: 3 Demonic Shard: 2 Tier Up Ticket: 1 (Shield) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 11/8/21 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 201433 CD: 12 +1

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PH (Oh boy, here we go again) Name: Titan's Spine +4 Profession: Merchant Rank: 5 Roll ID: 198748b Roll Result: See Above Item Type: Shield Tier: 4 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Flame Thorns 1, Mitigation 2 Post Link: Here Description: A rathe

Charge CD [2/3], Concentration CD [2/5], ID:200371 | Battle:8, Craft:8, Loot:9 (+4 EN) The impact rattles his eardrums, flames quenched within an instant by the same small girl he'd equipped. Freyd was forming his own army with an expectation, and was fully intending to carve her to pieces. What they needed was time. Once the dust settles, its Raidou holding her at bay. But it wouldn't last. "Hold in there, boy!" Griswold barks before glancing to Eruda, it was clear it would be on them to buy that precious time. With a surprising amount of speed for such a large fellow, he leans into his

Vulcan stands as the smith beckons to him, it was time to head back down the mountain. The flame elemental yawns, giving that tiny high pitch whistle at the end just like a real hound. Heavy footfalls, as he stepped down the incline, his face twisted in thoughts. Griswold was trying to play mental comparison, and couldn't see enough evidence that it could be. "There is just no way..." The smith mutters, having most of the trip back to ponder it. The final step where it begins to level out sees his frame jiggle, as the g forces from the descent correct. He tosses down the tan sack where th

Shaking his head, attempting to break loose the distraction as he swings again. More stone falls in the shape of rubble, revealing these small, darting lines of minerals. A rich gold shade that shot like string through the dark rock. "That's more like it." Griswold remarks, kneeling down and sifting through the pieces. Vulcan perks up, it was time to eat, and he knew it. "Wait a second, boy, Let me figure it out first." Griswold smiles, using a heavy hand to shove the newly nosy snout that was intervening on his personal space. He whines in rebellion, so food motivated. A single piece found in

Clack, Clack, Clack Vulcan lays just next to a large stone. The amber glow of magma is blotted out by a large black cloud that was the sky. Mt. Stygian was still ripe with heat, enough that Griswold had to pause and take a large forearm to his forehead to remove the sweat. The familiar whines toward the smith, who chuckles. "Just a bit longer, boy, stop being a baby." As he spins his hammer, with a small chisel head strapped to the front of it. He winds his arm back and slams again, seeing chunks of stone fly in scattering sprays. The refinery was running out of metals to work, and there

"Uh, woah, slow down a bit." Griswold tried to ponder the principle, the kid had a load of questions that he couldn't quite answer. "Let's check the papers." He grunted out, making motions for the guild hall's massive table. Sliding about multiple sheets of paper, one after another, and dismissing them if they didn't seem to fit the bill. Floor 12, had a field boss that harnesses lightning from storms. It was a swamp, but perhaps it could meet the requirements. "If something much bigger can tap electricity, then maybe some surrounding animals in the swamp can do it as well." It was a gamble, s

Rally Refreshed, Howl Refreshed, Charge CD [1/3], Concentration CD [1/5], ID:199913 | Battle:7, Craft:8, Loot:1 (+4 EN) A shake of his head, ripping off his helmet and revealing the face of a father. "Your right." He looks right into his daughter's soot covered face, as a battle raged on near them. A sudden rush of Elda into those flames, he takes a single glance toward Shiina. The girl flashes a smile with a wave, before offering him a thumbs up. The emerald green flames come not a second later, and a wave of heat washes over them both. Watching the remnants of sweat pour down Elda's fac

10/27/21 (Demonic Merge)

10/27/21 (Demonic Fusion)

10/27/21 (Demonic Merge)

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10/22/21 Demonic Merge:

PH Big Narrative

Rally CD [2/3], Howl CD [1/2] Released from the creature's mouth, Lun'rael still within spitting distance. A couple heavy steps forward and a slam of his shield sees fracturing teeth scattering into the dirt, A grab of the bottom lip and a twist sees it slammed into the dust with a tremendous show of strength. A clap of his hands together as if to remove some lingering residue. "Serves you right." Downed before, a pair of darting lights carve through that neck and see it detached. The explosion of red light, followed by fractals of data showing its demise. A grunt, and a twist of his neck

Rally CD [1/3] A slam against that shield again, before the heavy smith rushes in and takes a heavy swipe. It seems he had gotten at least this one's attention, and within a momentary blink of an eye, he found teeth returning to him. A wall of metal raised sees it slide along its polished surface, and the heft of such a blow even finds him about to be removed from his feet. Planting them hard into the dirt and stone, digging his heels in and clutching on with a meaty hand, he begins to push back against the moving train of an enemy. Grinding as it starts to build a trench from the draggin

► 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 Two instances of a status effect 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 stand on his own two

9/22/21 (Crafting Respite: 184181) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 CD: +1 LD: Item Merge - (+5 Ambition) 2 CD: +1 LD: Item Merge - (+5 Ambiti

9/21/21 Setsuna's Blade from Here

Heavy Narrative

Demonic Shard Refunds for Fusion Rework (Based on Patch 3.1) Here (2 Shards) -> Freyd Here (3 Shards) -> Raidou [To Simmone] Here (1 Shard) -> Raidou [To Simmone]

His head perks a bit at the notion, as the boy seemed more than pleased to take the sword. Good, it would serve him better than any standard if he could learn to wield it. "It may be, but the only thing I know is find it. Fight with it a bit, teach it you mean buisness then feed it. Worked for him." Griswold gestures with an extended thumb toward the still oozing beast of flames. "As for lightning, I wouldn't really know where to begin. Fire is easy, found Vulcan in a volcano, but we can't exactly jump into a storm cloud for a lightning bug. So if you have any ideas." His accent was thick, so

Into ranks, driving a path through an army desperate to stop them like a train. Running them over with little issue, reaching up and gripping one still latching on with both arms like a leech. He rips him off, and a harsh twist of a girthy wrist finds a satisfying snap before it's dropped like a bag of stones. The gleaming steel shield slides up and forms a barricade with the rest of his comrades. "We stand and fight! For Victory, LET NONE PASS." A heavy slam of his warhammer in goad against the surface of that shield sees it become engulfed in the flames from his furnace, as he twists his nec