Wulfrin

The last of the Red Cloaked Revenants were falling left and right. At last the end was in sight, which Wulfrin was thankful for as these shambling undead were basically damage sponges. Wulfrin's energy was draining fast, but as the last of the revenants started to shamble out, Wulfrin put an end to their plight. With a defiant yell, he drove the blade of Icingdeath into the ground causing ice so spider outward to all corners of the room. Instantly the crypt's temperature dropped to below freezing as the last standing Revenant became a frozen statue. At the edge of the crypt any remaining holes

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PH * * * Wulfrin Consumes ACC 2 - Wulfrin's Gungir EVA 2 - Wulfrin's Gungir DMG 3 - Liquor of Light Portein 2 [Filled] - Skewer Roll LD 3 - Gelato Prosp 3 - Mouse Wulfrin PT SP: 210 Wulfrin purchases 6 Ranks of Keen Sight (+12 LD) and 6 Ranks of Discerning (+8 CD) | Guaranteed Shard/Scale each mob + Dungeon Map Wulfrin | HP: 860/860 | EN: 102/102 | DMG: 28 | ACC:8 | AA | EVA:3 | LD:24 | PROSP:6 | QTY: 8 * * * Mob Math HP 408/408 | DMG 136 [x15] AoE-I (13 +8 = 21 EN) -2 Stamina -1 Well Rested = 18 EN ID | BD +8 (always hits even on a

"So you finally show yourself," Wulfrin spoke softly as Belregor finally decided to grace the raid team with his presence. "At least you arent a bear like the last one. This should be interesting at least." As Belregor took their stance, Wulfrin watched attempting to read their opening move. His wife moved up to the front of their group and let out a menacing roar as the crystal she had received from Mina resonated. Wulfrin had witnessed a similar effect from Freyd in the previous raid, a neat trick to maintain hate advantage. Lightning struck around them as the party prepared for the fac

Wulfrin smiled at all the familiar faces joining up for an adventure into a slaughterhouse straight out of a slasher film. Freyd presented two options, the first stunning the boss and the second letting Ciela practice tanking a bit. Wulfrin placed his hand to his chin as they walked in deep contemplation. If Freyd's data could be relied on, which Wulfrin did without question mind you, this Butcher could get out of hand fast. As far as Wulfrin knew, Freyd was one of, if not the only, player to take on the field boss of floor 28. "I vote for both," Wulfrin replied as the slaughterhouse drew

@Aeolus Senpar "Heard you needed gear. Here you go!" * * * Wulfrin gives Aeolus Senpar Fafnir | T1 Perfect Straight Sword | ID 246997 | DMG 3 Desc. A deep black longsword honed for battle. Heimdall | T1 Perfect Heavy Armor | ID 246999 | MIT 3 Desc. Deep blue colored heavy plate armor designed to provide superior defense to the user.

"But I'm faster," Wulfrin grinned as The Pallid Mask moved to intercept him. Wulfrin's blade was bright with the familiar stunning sword art granted to just about every player in Aincrad, assuming they maxed their weapon skill. Wulfrin bobbed and weaved between lashes from the undead horror's many arms. His foe was quick, but not fast enough as his blade plunged into the shadowy mass. The Pallid Mask stumbled back, its attack successfully halted by the technical specialist. Wulfrin planted his feet and readied his blade as the health bar dropped to a sliver. "Aw come on," Wulfrin huf

"Ditto," Wulfrin added as he quickly spun around, celestial steel blade ready to strike. "Who or whatever you are." Wulfrin's blade arced through the air towards the frantically waving four armed figure before them. The Blade of Zariel's holy aura caused a blinding surge of radiance as it clashed with the monster's hide, amplified by the divine light of Wulfrin's crystal. In an instant the eldritch horror grave keeper's health bar depleted. From the skies above, Wulfrin's familiar Solaris got in on the action, raking talons across the mob as well as plucking at what would have been its ey

New Items Fafnir | T1 Perfect Straight Sword | ID 246997 | DMG 3 Desc. A deep black longsword honed for battle. Heimdall | T1 Perfect Heavy Armor | ID 246999 | MIT 3 Desc. Deep blue colored heavy plate armor designed to provide superior defense to the user. Post Link for Crafts

DATE: [7/4/25] RANK 9 BLACKSMITH | [EXP: 3498/5119] | Daily Crafting Attempts: 10+4=14 CRAFTING BUFFS: Ambition Tool +1 EXP per craft Extended Workshop +2 EXP per craft Trading Hall 3 +2 EXP per craft | Salvage on LD 4 | +4 crafting attempts Crafting T1 [Straight Sword]s: ID 246997 | CD 11 | Perfect Crafting T1 [Heavy Armor]s: ID 246998 | CD 7 | Uncommon ID 246999 | CD 11 | Perfect ID 247000 | CD 4 | Salvage | LD 3 | Material Lost ID 247001 | CD 12 | Perfect ID 247002 | CD 11 | Perfect ID 247003 | CD 8 | Rare ID 247004 | CD 12 | Perfect ID 247005 | CD 1

"I'm as ready as I can be," Wulfrin said as they made their way back to the teleport gate. "I did a similar amount of prep for the last raid, but I agree something about this one is... different. Floor 29 as a whole is different. I heard the knights were corrupting players and mobs alike. Also, the shamblers at least, seem to be the previous NPCs just corrupted by the weird energies of the floor." Wulfrin waited until Baldur took the first step onto floor 29. He hesitated as he looked back to the peaceful floor that held the dojo atop the nearby mountain. It was one of the first ventures

"I'll keep that in mind," Wulfrin nodded. "This being the first time I'm not being told or guided through will be my deciding factor. I was reckless in the last raid and made a mistake I don't intend to repeat. I've been training, grinding, and preparing for this day. I don't think I qualify to play the burnout card just yet. A mission debreif afterward though, most definitely. Floor 29 didn't exactly provide the calming respite I expected after a hard fought boss like Callisto." Wulfrin watched as Baldur made the first move against the Wasp Queen. In an instant the boss was frozen and on