Wulfrin

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"Hey kat," Wulfrin spoke announcing his presence. "Long time no see. What brings you to Glyndebourne?" Wulfrin stood before Katoka in a different gear set than the last raid. Now he was clad in a combination of his old red attire, his previous all black aesthetic, and blackened steel plates. Wulfrin's Blade of Zariel radiated light from over his shoulder as he approached. The smallest hit of stubble starting to grace his chin. He looked battle hardened, but yet in the days since the previous raid on this floor, Wulfrin's sorrow filled demeanor had all but faded. He was dressed for a missi

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"Morningstar and I were sailing on The Black," Wulfrin continued as he began to recall the events. "Our sloop was sinking in the raging storm that rolled in, so we were forced to dock at a nearby light house. The place was creepy as the keeper was no where to be found. We had to solve different puzzles like an escape room to enter the basement. Inside we found the lighthouse keeper, but he was... no longer human. We found his notes, and apparently the mobs called shamblers are the NPCs in a corrupted state. Whether or not the other horror mobs are a similar situation remains to be seen. It cha

Wulfrin's icy blade was in direct opposition to the fiery floor around them. Another wave of Hellhounds approached, their numbers thinned to near extinction. With blinding speed, Wulfrin charged and corralled four of the remaining beasts before trapping them in a whirlwind of frigid strikes eventually leaving them as nothing more than motes of light. Wulfrin's survey of the battlefield told him they were nearing the end of their venture. "Freyd!" Wulfrin called out pointing out the last group to the Whisper. "If you can wipe out those last few pups, we can head back and regroup. Drinks o

Wulfrin wasted no time making use of the opportunity provided by Morningstar's bear trap. It was a move Wulfrin admired. If Morningstar hadn't Wulfrin would have. Guess what they say about great minds must be true then. Wulfrin's blade continued to burn as he continued his advances. The unusual nature of blade and art felt weird even to him. Perhaps both the sword art and the sword having ties to the hells was what made it possible for such oddities to occur. Ciela was trying her best. In her defense all the training she had done up to this point had been yell at a thing, thing runs up to

"You got this," Wulfrin reassured his spouse. "Remember every miss makes your attacks that much stronger. Focus in. Predict its movements. Once you find your opening, exploit it. These aren't the low level mobs of floors past, this is the big leagues." Wulfrin was a whirling dervish of fire as he effortlessly danced around the Spectral Knight. His usual job of stunning and weakening defenses had been taken over by others, leaving him with just damage. His blade was a walking contradiction now. An icy blade wreathed in fire was not exactly a natural occurrence. As Wulfrin carved into the b

"I have no frame of reference," Wulfrin sighed as Freyd continued with his odd descriptions of the carvings. "The bird like one could be a condor, like the Nazca Lines, but that's also a stretch. As for your so called ripper, I've not gotten a chance to tango with that one." Wulfrin turned his attention to his own carvings. None of which made any more sense that the ones pointed out by The Whisper. The same imagery repeated, a four armed mass holding a chain with a bell affixed. Could that possibly be the secret this place was trying to hide. The whole thing was giving Wulfrin the heeby g

Wulfrin watched as Freyd effortlessly around the knight before them. Clearly Freyd was familiar with their movements more so than Wulfrin. Not a surprising fact since Wulfrin had only faced off with one of them and it went down before it got to do anything. Unfamiliar tentacles wrapped around the knight holding it in place similar to how Persi used to do. If this was a new familiar for Freyd, Wulfrin desperately wanted to keep this one alive. Wulfrin's blade erupted in a controversial torrent of ice and fire as he charged forward. Following in his wake, a crimson phoenix with golden plumage so

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"I... uh..." Wulfrin stammered. He began to blush, both from embarrassment and flattery. "I didn't prepare anything before hand." Wulfrin's mind took off like the A-Train in New York. Words lost all meaning in his brain as he struggled to piece together even a sliver of tangible and comprehensible thought. He was caught off guard. Of all the enemies and threats he had faced, this was the one that he was most afraid of. He continued to stand there, trying his best to keep his composure, and basically failing as tears began to well in his eyes. Then he stopped, took in a deep breath of fres

"It's called The Watcher," Wulfrin said as he guided the duo towards an obvious arena amidst the icy caves of floor 21. "I've never faced this thing before so we're going in blind. From my understanding though, it should be pretty straight forward. It doesn't have any protection against my crowd control stuff, which I find odd considering this is where FTK spawns." As if on cue the air grew cold as if some sort of spirit had made its presence known. Emerging from the shadows was a massive undead shaman looking boss with long claws and a menacing glare. Wulfrin was in the lead and instinct

HIs list continued to bring him to bosses he had yet to face before. This time he found himself on the familiar grounds of Floor 21, home of the fabled Forgotten Time King, a foe he had faced many times before. Unlike his other visits, Wulfrin was laser focused on his goal of raid preparations. The clock was ticking on his preparation phase so his tunnel vision was on full display. "Thanks for helping me out," Wulfrin sighed as he and Ciela stepped off the teleporter on Floor 21. "I mean it. This raid has been all I've been able to think about. We'll likely need your help. If not in a rai

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"Bruh," Wulfrin replied to the playful jab from his mentor. "Sorry I'm enjoying the one bit of sunshine in the warzone." Since she had arrived to the floor a fresh frontline tank, his wife Ciela had been a shining beacon for Wulfrin. New fresh crafted armor designed to absorb even the sharpest of bear claws and lash back with biting cold and raging fire. She was meant to be the unstoppable force of their duo. Then Wulfrin immediately threw it all out the window. Amidst the chaos of the raging battle before them, Wulfrin gave Ciela a crash course on all things DPS. Ciela had approache

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New Item: Buster Armor | T4 Perfect Heavy Armor | ID 244856 | Heavy Momentum 2 | Recovery 1 Desc. Consisting of armor plates for just the arms and legs, what this armor lacks in defensive capabilities it makes up for in storing the potential energy of missed strikes for more powerful follow up attacks. + 1 Demonic Shard Result: Buster Armor | T4 Demonic Heavy Armor | ID 244856 | Heavy Momentum 2 | Recovery 2 Desc. Consisting of armor plates for just the arms and legs, what this armor lacks in defensive capabilities it makes up for in storing the potential energy of mis