Wulfrin

Wulfrin pulled the cowl of the Fallen Angel Garb over his head. With a nod Wulfrin took the items Freyd was offering over. He had witnessed them in action before, but these carried a special weight. It was a proper mantle passing at this point. Today he would become the offensive power house he needed to be. There were plenty of people counting on him today. He uncorked the vial of Trolls Blood and gulped it down with hesitation. The Crystal of Divine Light and Rhino's Horn disappeared into the pockets of his armor as Wulfrin turned on his heels to face the entrance of the arena. The sound of

Upon hearing the players' acceptance, Dorain nods with approval. "Excellent, I knew I could count on you! You might start with Zackariah, the alchemist. He's often doing projects for the town, so it may have been him that borrowed the money." He said nothing else and simply turned on his heels and left left the now party of four to their own devices. The sudden arrival of Siren caught Wulfrin off guard. As a fellow member of The Tracker's Alliance and a close friend of his wife, you'd think the two would have been on more adventures, but last Wulfrin had heard, she was adventuring with a

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"Another eager combatant," Wulfrin chuckled as he gestured to an open seat next to Astra. "Please sit down and snack a bit. I was just about to go over the plan." Wulfrin's fingers flew across his summoned menu once again. This time an info panel would appear before both players. It was an invite to join a party. Upon accepting the players would notice his name as well as the other new player appear bellow their own. "Let's start with the basics," Wulfrin folded his hands once more as Solaris came back to rest on the table. "Full disclaimer. Our first quest is going to be EXCEPTIONAL

"I'm crazy for just showing up," Wulfrin sighed in response to The Whisper's comment. "To say I'm stressed is an under statement. I've been going through every monster drop I've collected in my short time climbing the levels in Aincrad and I still have no clue if it would be enough. I almost feel like I've overprepared at this point." Wulfrin's attention turned to the only other player to arrive. Morningstar seemed particularly dower today. Wulfrin knew exactly what was eating away at him though. It was likely the thought of leaving behind that other player Wulfrin had only met briefly at

"Cool," Wulfrin said as he finished taking a drink form his glass and gestured to one of the empty chairs. "Have a seat. Name's Wulfrin and I'll be your tour guide this fine afternoon." With a few simple hand gestures he summoned his menu and began to thumb through his inventory. A few seconds later a beautifully preserved board of assorted meats and cheeses was spread out between the two players. "I'll start off the proper introductions. I'm a frontliner desperately looking for some downtime at the moment since the raid to take on the floor boss of 28 is quite literally around the c

<<Quest Details>> Wulfrin found himself on Floor 1 of Aincrad for yet another small fishing trip. His attire was his standard charcoal black leather armor and frayed coat with it's hood pulled back reveling his short unkept brown hair. At his side, a finely crafted one-handed longsword that shimmered in the mid day sun. His crimson eyes cautiously observed the lower leveled players as they went about their daily tasks. It was a nice departure from his current routine of prepping for the Floor 28 raid and a welcome distraction. "More drink sir?" An NPC attendant asked him.

The smell hit Wulfrin like a truck. The putrid stench that filled his virtual nostrils made his skin crawl. If this was the real world, he was certain he would be nothing but a useless set dressing covered in his own bile. Apparently he was one of the first of his team to arrive. Not just that but he beat most of the other frontliners here. He had been spending most of the early morning checking his gear. Then checking it again. And again. Each time he found something else he was missing, something that he couldn't live without. All of which went against the restrictions placed upon the partie

"I'll probably head up to a few floors to be honest," Wulfrin replied as the duo began to part ways. "I've got a few lingering leads to follow higher up. That and my own shopping to do, but yeah I agree getting a trial run before the raid is probably smart. I'll put a rush on my other tasks. Just say the word and I'll meet back up with you. Come prepared to traverse a forest. The bear is somewhere on Floor 8." Wulfrin gave a gentle wave as he began to walk into the streets of the Town of Beginnings toward its teleport plaza. As walked his shadow seemed to drift away from him taking physic

"Alright Riardon," Wulfrin said as he entered Sleeping Moon. "I've been sending players your way and now I've got some items to drop off myself. They're all yours so do with them as you will. I've also got a little pet project for you if you have the time, but that can only come once you have a decent stock of mythic essence. We'll cross that bridge a bit later down the line. In the mean time, I've got a raid to prep for. See ya 'round" Wulfrin left a pile of items on the table. All far too low tier to be of any use to him, but they would make for great exp farming for Riardon. * *

Wulfrin dashed towards The Phoenix immediately after the order to press the attack was given. A cerulean light engulfed his blade as he charged the flaming chicken. The light effect burst on impact near the bird's eyes disorienting it and making it harder to land its attacks. As Wulfrin landed back on the superheated ground of the arena, he let out a singular sharp whistle. Solaris swooped in and began attacking his much larger cousin's face, adding to the additional effects Wulfrin was so keen on stacking. Sadly though, he couldn't finish the job. Calmly he stepped back and readied for his ne