Wulfrin

one last ride :D * * * Wulfrin | HP: 740/740 | EN: 108/108 | DMG: 21 | MIT:78 | ACC:5 | AA | BH:24 | REC: 8 | FRB: 40 | FRZ: 64 | LD:3

Wulfrin had just wrapped up another run into the dangerous dust bowl that was Terra Firma’s arena. This was the new routine when he had down time. Wulfrin, whose visage was obscured by his desert hermit disguise, returned to Abdullah’s abode where the aristocrat spent his time in lavish luxury. “Job’s done.” Wulfrin grumbled in a gruff voice, his best Geralt of Rivia impersonation. “I’ll be heading out again to slay the beast once it returns again in a few hours.” ”Yes yes,” Abdullah waved at him dismissively. “You’re efficient compared to those other mongrels that seek my permission

"Not sure," Wulfrin replied as Astra seemed to pay mor attention to Ciela than himself. "I was promised treats in exchange for material gathering. Something about, running out of ingredients at the bakery." Wulfrin stood next to his armor clad wife, Ciela, in his all black cowled coat, hands disappearing completely into his deep pockets. At his side, a gentle frigid mist rolled around his feet from his blade. They had returned to the familiar grounds of Floor 1, a place Wulfrin could escort players through with no issue considering how often he came down here for his own loot runs. As of

"Sup Abdullah!" Wulfrin jokingly announced his presence in his 'favorite' NPC's domicile. "I'm doing the thing. Your compliance is a non-factor." "I think you'll fi-" Abdullah's voice faded as Wulfrin stepped past the beaded curtain. It was a past time of his. Now that the raid was over, Wulfrin needed to blow off some steam. He could think of no better way than to go and absolutely steamroll a sandy shark. Wulfrin made his way through the streets of Fortaleza to the abandoned cafe he used as a staging ground. The quest was formally known as Bloodstained Land, but it had become known

The growl shook Wulfrin to his core, but Wulfrin held fast. His gaze fixated on Callisto. As Freyd narrowly escaped the bear's grasp, Wulfrin watched as some of Callisto's wounds began to seal. It was never a good thing to see a boss regain health. Wulfrin's mind began to mull over the evidence before them in the background, as the group had to find a way to prevent future activations. It's feeding on the decay, Wulfrin guessed as he watched the bear began to feast on the corpses that littered the ground. Fire might be our best bet, but that isn't exactly in my wheelhouse. Wulfrin de

"Right," Wulfrin said at Siren's comment. "Anyway, let's get this show on the road. We're going back out into the wilds for a demonstration of how combat works." Wulfrin guided the group back out into the wilds, not terribly far from the stream where they were hunting for materials. They weren't in the forest glade this time, rather the plains nearby. Amongst the rolling fields were several packs of boars. Several of these meager beasts were smaller, known as boarletts, these would be the targets of the newbies' quest. Wulfrin led the group just outside aggression range for the pack leade

Thread Summary: Wulfrin receives: 2,685 Exp: ( word count: 10,741 /10 * 0.5 * 5) 18,267 Col: (17,765 [loot] + 100 [1 page] + 15% [P. Level 5 Reward]) 2 Mats [loot] 1x Terra Firma Scale [238299a] - +18 Mitigation. This item can stack with other sources and its effect lasts for one thread. Extra Skill <<Assault Mode>> unlocked Items: T4 Unidentified Perfect Weapons: 237763a, 237763b, 237763c Kiyabu Hisao receives: 3,037 Exp: ( word count: 10,741 /10 * 0.5 * 1 + 2,500 [quest]) 5,100 Col: (5,000 [quest] + 100 [1 page]) 1x Terra Firma S

Wulfrin surveyed the battlefield as his group prepared to unleash another round of attacks against the giant fetid Smokey Bear. That was of course until Freyd got snatched up by the bear’s big meaty claws. A little over three health bars remained on their target. So far Team 2 seemed to be fairly well off. Cro was a bit low on energy, but otherwise Wulfrin could tell by the stances, that there were about to be 3 heavy sword arts delivered. Then the arena’s scene shifted. The vines swallowed up some of the lingering bodies and unleashed a toxic film that smelt of rotten eggs. The miasma release

"Final push," Wulfrin muttered to himself as he prepared for the land shark's attack. "Hit me with your best shot." He had witnessed Terra Firma's rage many times before, but he had yet to be on the receiving end. It did not disappoint. In a flash, Terra Firma ducked beneath the sands once again. A giant toothy maw upened beneath Wulfrin as Terra Firma began it's assault. The beast's jaw clamped around the swordsman's body. Wulfrin's entire body was pins and needles as the TV static like affect of the pain absorbers worked double time. Its prey successfully trapped, Terra Firma continued

"I... uh... " Wulfrin said as Yonna set up to take her swing. "I don't think there are irons in putt-putt. That's kind of an actual golf thing." The heavy impact of makeshift club against ball resulted in a series of rapid plinks that echoed from the corridor ahead. Instinctively, Wulfrin had ducked, anticipating the ricochet to come back on them with how hard Yona had smacked the ball. Thankfully this timeline he was on did not involve losing HP to a flying object, but it got him thinking about how viable golf balls could be as a weapon in this game. Perhaps it could be a future investig

Sadly none of his fellow teammates wanted to play his little game. This was actually to his determent, he was basically out of gas at this point, hoping that the random number generator would favor him with a tad bit more energy. Unfortunately Cardinal did not seem to be on his side. He was back at square one. when he underwent this lesson, his fight with Mother Boar had gone about the same way. The difference was Wulfrin could take a few hits this time around. He gritted his teeth and let his blade come down on the Mother Boar. No sword art triggered this time, but the hit was at least a heav

Wulfrin was impressed. Despite their low levels, the players he had brought along seemed to be decent with their weapons. The pace had been set and he intended to keep up the pressure. As his foe, Terra Firma lay prone, it's soft underbelly exposed, Wulfrin watched as each of his companions managed to land a decent size blow to the upturned land shark. Ares's mace slammed into the beast's hide, Kiyabu's dagger found its way between two hardened scales to the soft tissue beneath, and Wildfire's weapon found purchase of its own to the bosses hide. Kiyabu's strike seemed to activate the Assault M

"Honorable choice," Wulfrin nodded along as Ares introduced themselves. "We were scrambling to find Tanks and Off tanks for the raid on the 28th floor boss. We could use a few more willing to take up arms. Swing by my shop on the twenty second once we're done here and I can get you kitted out with a set of armor, weapon, and shield. I'm a smith by trade so that's well within my wheelhouse. No playing tank in the cards today though I'm afraid, but that doesn't mean I can't tag along for something else in the future." "Ah yes, Kiyabu," Wulfrin turned to listen to the second player to speak

Wulfrin's house: House Name: Lakeside Manor Location: Floor 22, Located at the edge of Coral only a few short minutes walk from the Lake of Reflection. (Safe Zone) Plot Size: Estate (15 room slots, 4 stories max, 3 yard slots) Yard(s): Yard 1: Sentinel Armaments (Ext Workshop: Forge) [Wulfrin] Yard 2: Mega Slime Farm [Knightessciela] - last used: | available: Yard 3: Mega Slime Farm [Wulfrin] - last used: | available: 1st Floor Rooms: Room 1: Living Room [Wulfrin, Knightessciela] Room 2+3: Dining Hall [Wulfrin, Knightessciela] Room 4: Basic Kitchen [Wulfrin

"Definately not," Wulfrin replied as he lined up another putt. "Freyd has done this so many times that I'm pretty sure he's more than capable of one hitting every hole in this place." With a gentle tap of the club head, the ball rolled gently gown the center of the maze corridor. There was a slight bank in the course only noticeable when his ball began a slight right curve. He had compensated for this, and as such his ball gently came to rest within a small metal cup set into the ground in the right corner of their current corridor. A silent celebration came from Wulfrin in the form of a

"You're doing great honey!" Wulfrin cheered on his beloved as they continued to swarm the giant like a bunch of gnawing gnats. "Keep up the shatters and we'll be done in no time at all!" Wulfrin's blade was engulfed in the furious light of his strongest sword art as he closed the distance between himself and Ugzeke in an instant. In keeping with the gnawing gnat analogy crawling around in his head, Wulfrin used the momentum of his swings and the countless ripples across the idle giant's body. Each strike left massive gashes in Ugzeke's hide. Wulfrin came to rest on the ground in a three p

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Callisto bared down on Freyd again. Their party tank was being thrown around like a ragdoll amongst the chaos of battle. All around Wulfrin, he could see teams having a much harder time than they were. Team Two was a well oiled machine, executing maneuvers in perfect sync. A faint blue aura engulfed his form as Wulfrin prepared to execute his attack to the beast's exposed underbelly. Zandra had popped a healing crystal, not a bad idea considering Freyd had been slammed multiple time over. Finally his opening arrived. Wulfrin charged forward his blade erupting with a beep blue light that at its

Having merely been set up for about an hour, Wulfrin was surprised to see three players wander into his meager little set up. Solaris perked up at the entrance of these unfamiliar faces, but sensing no danger, made little effort to move towards them. "So," Wulfrin straightened himself up to be as professional as he could. "Two of you seem to have spoken with Abdullah. Let me be perfectly clear. The dude has been a thorn in my side since I was first walked through this quest in the same manner I'll be doing for you. Trust me when I say it's best you steer clear of him. Dude has a superiori

<<Quest Details>> For the first time in a while, Wulfrin found himself returning to the sandy streets of Fortaleza on floor 5. His last trip had seen him paying an old rival of his a visit. There was a prized griffon that was slaughtered. They weren't on the best of terms. Wulfrin casually walked through the streets looking like a standard street rat, a real diamond in the rough kind of vibe. He approached the familiar beaded curtain of Abdullah paying no head to the countless disguised thugs that no doubt hid in plain sight amongst the standard NPC guards waiting for him to s