Wulfrin

Cardinal's representation of King Kong shattered into a cascade of blueish motes of light as Morningstar landed the killing blow. Dying Sun was performing well in combat. While he wasn't 100 percent responsible for the weapons creation, Wulfrin had put the finishing touches on the blade resulting in some sense of pride that a weapon he had built was proving a suitable weapon for one of the players on the frontlines. It was a bit of well needed ego boost to remind him that he was doing something to help push the progress of the game. Wulfrin's ears had perked up at the mention of lunch. Qu

"I don't believe we have either," Wulfrin replied. "Name's Wulfrin. I specialize in front line fighting. For the most part I've built around a comfortable mix of offense and defense while traveling alone." With the greetings exchanged, Wulfrin turned his gaze to the city before them, absent mindedly sending out a party invite to Yona. He hadn't the faintest clue where to start looking for their minotaur targets, but he at least had a rough idea of a route to the forest edge, as he had planned to go in anyway just to scout it out an maybe grind a few mobs for items. Now he at least had a m

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The frigid blizzard ravaged Wulfrin's virtual form. The terrain was becoming more difficult to traverse the longer the battle raged. Absolute Zero, the walking glacier that it was, was showing several signs of its HP dropping. The phoenix that fluttered elegantly around Wulfrin was very quickly becoming agitated with the troublesome airspace. Katoka shouted something as the lumbering titan unleased a sweeping arm across the battlefield. The howling wind made it damn near impossible to make out what their samurai protector was saying, but Wulfrin was able to get the gist. As the sound of s

"Fantastic!" Wulfrin clapped his hands. "Find the cave, find the kid piece of cake!" Wulfrin took the lead out of Urbus and back into the mountains. It hadn't been long, only a couple hours, since he and Ciela had left the mountains. At least they didn't have to climb anything, at least that was the hope. Hearing that they were going into a dark cave Wulfrin double checked that his Night Vision mod was active from his Searching skill. He knew it would be as he had no other skill to use in its place, but it never hurt to double check. The trio was wandering through the mountains for a whil

Wulfrin was faring the best out of the lower leveled players tackling a boss far above their pay grade. That was to be expected though, he had been doing everything he could to up his damage numbers. Every combat encounter was another chance to improve his combat capabilities. With each level he saw his numbers climb and climb, now it seemed the only thing that was truly limiting his out put was gear and levels, both of which would solve themselves eventually. Those problems were also a large majority of why he even came out here. As Bob began to wind up for another attack, Wulfrin found

The sandstorm blew in swiftly. In an instance Wulfrin's vision dropped to near zero and he could feel the scorching sands buffeting the few bits of skin he still had exposed. The scarf he had materialized and equipped only a few moments ago was working wonders allowing him to breath without much hindrance. His eyes were a different story. Despite being a virtual form, his body still had physical limits imposed by the system. In this case his eyes were being forced to squint just to see. In a spark of genius, he pulled out his smithing goggles and added them to his ever growing desert traversal

The day was likely to be a long one. His companions seemed to be having a bit of trouble finding their required materials. In their defense though it was likely the location itself being picked clean. Typically Wulfrin only brough maybe one or two players at a time, as players willing to risk their safety net within the Town of Beginnings or the other safe zones of Aincrad were few and far between. That meant there was a larger amount of foot traffic collecting up everything the system could produce faster than it was able to conjure the items into the world. In short the area was being picked

"Sadly no," Wulfrin sighed not even having noticed the other player approaching. Finally he turned to where the voice had originated from. "I take it you're here for the same reason I am, overheard some rumor and are here to follow up? Seems we're both having bit of low luck going for us. Might be best we team up, we could likely cover more ground and our quest logs will also update at the same time." As it turns out though, their luck might be turning around. A burly 6 foot 2 human, a stark contrast from the non-human races that populated the town. Hailed the duo and was asking about the

"You know what they say," Wulfrin shrugged. "Teamwork makes the dream work." As Wulfrin began to walk the group through town, the sounds of a panicking woman filled the air. The woman was running down the street in a hysterical fit of tears and fear. She ran up to the group in absolute terror and confusion. She ran directly into Wulfrin sending him recoiling briefly. "Woah there lady," Wulfrin said placing his hands on her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her. "Slow down a sec. We're adventurer's, tell us what's wrong and we'll do our best to help you out." "Pl-please," the wo

An escort quest, Wulfrin grumbled to himself. Great. Just what I needed. We are walking at such a slow speed, we are basically sitting ducks out here. He wasn't keen on the slow pace they were having to walk for Zamek to keep up with them. Wulfrin had a vague idea of where they were going as he somewhat remembered seeing a rock formation that sorta matched Zamek's description when he traveled out into the desert in search of his familiar. He hated the sand here. The winds that were starting to kick up began to batter his skin with the course granules. There was definitely a sandstorm abou

"The volcano is the next quest," Wulfrin corrected as they stepped off the warp gate platform in the heart of Fortazella. "This quest is an escort one. Something about an old man and the desert." It didn't take Wulfrin long to locate their mark. It was hard to miss the rugged old man that was staring out towards the horizon of the desert floor. Wulfrin was careful as he moved throughout the streets of the crowded bazaar. The back alleys had become almost like a second home to him. Abdullah had eyes everywhere in the city, so the fewer heads he turned, the better. That meant moving fast an

"Fortazela," Wulfrin sighed. "Today is another step towards unlocking those ever so elusive Tech Sword Arts. To help stave off some of the rougher terrain effects. I'm prepping to take on the first round of the Cerberus questline soon. I can solo the boss and minions easy enough but being in the heart of a volcano on Floor 9, the Survival Extra Skill will help with the brutal heat." At the mention of Fortazela, Solaris seemed to become even more energetic. Not that Wulfrin was surprised mind you. Floor 5 was Solaris's original home. Wulfrin wasted no time double checking his gear in prepa

"Guess that leaves me with the green one," Wulfrin shrugged. Wulfrin took the offered green cloak. It was nice to have something else to keep him warm besides just Solaris. Wulfrin took up the rear of the group, as was his usual routine, to keep an eye out for anything that may jump at them. Yes they were in aa safe zone, but Wulfrin preferred to play cautiously in any new environment. He had learned the hard way once back when this game first started that even safe zones have small pockets where HP can drop to 0. Wulfrin was pretty much just along for the ride and to hit things hard, thi

<<The Traveler>> Wulfrin had a goal in mind, unlocking the Tech sword arts in preparation for joining the frontlines. The next one he needed to check off his list was the one dropped by Cerberus. From talking with other players about the aquisition of the sword art, he had come to the conclusion that the Survival skill would be a decent pick up before facing off with round one of Cerberus. That meant returning to Floor Five, a floor that took most of its inspiration from Arabian culture. That meant sand, bandits, and blistering heat. The other factor making Wulfrin hesitant to

Bob, as Freyd had taken to calling The Forgotten Time King, was left completely open for an attack from Wulfrin. Nova Ascension is a devastating multi-strike combination attack that could easily decimate a normal mob's health bar. Wulfrin had yet to pull of such a move in combat before, and the only time he had attempted it was back when he squared off with Kumatetsu alongside Nari. In that encounter he had flubbed the attack, and in every encounter since had failed to meet the criteria again. Now it was active during another boss fight for a quest, and Wulfrin took that as a challenge to rede

"Let There Be Light," Wulfrin mumbled as he began turning through his internal rolodex of quests. "Can't say I've done that one yet. I haven't the slightest clue how to start that one." He looked at Ciela, who was looking about as confused as he was. Neither of them had really done much questing save a few tiny things here and there to get Ciela some fairly nice experience gains, so this would likely be a new experience for the both of them as well. The conversation began to shift to that concerning of their roles in combat. Wulfrin let out a small chuckle at the notion that the new playe

"Oddly enough," Wulfrin sighed as he cast his line once more into the river. "The frontlines have been more of an after thought for me lately. I've found myself trying to make the most of this world that was meant to be a prison. It was only a handful of days ago that I started to return to the power leveling scene. I feel more like I'm being drafted at this point, but on the other hand it's a necessary evil. After all, we are all most likely on some kind of biological timer." Wulfrin found himself starting down the darker paths of their situation in the real world. He had thought about t

Wulfrin fiddled with the chest for a bit before popping the lock using the pommel of his sword. Inside the chest was a meager amount of Col and Mats. The few items that populated the rest of the chest were more his speed. Either the items will have some unique enhancements on them, or they would be additional Col in the pocket of himself or an appraiser. Was it worth the trouble of hunting down the field boss of Floor One? No. Did it put him closer to recuperating the money he dropped on the wedding? Not even close. He would have to go on a much larger grinding spree if he intended to make up

"Trust me," Wulfrin groaned still recovering from his collision with the tree. "It felt about as bad as it sounded. It wasn't all bad though, I think I saw something off in the woods. I'll just be a sec." Partly looking for an excuse to leave the conversation, Wulfrin trailed off into the forest in the direction he had tumbled when attempting to hit the Nepent Variant. A couple yards from the clearing was a small nest that looked like it may have belonged to their now felled foe. Upon a closer inspection of the site, Wulfrin saw a decent sized treasure chest ripe for the plundering. Caref

Unfortunately Wulfrin was having no better of a chance at hitting the beastie. He thought he had accurately planned his assault, but he didn't account for the terrain. As he rushed the boss hoping to impale it with his Vorpal Strike Sword Art, his foot found a loose rock directly in his path of travel. Wulfrin ended up losing concentration on the Art and rolling his ankle, sending him tumbling past the boss into a nearby tree with a resounding BONK. It took Wulfrin a minute to return to his feet. He rubbed his head where it had collided with the large oak tree. He swore he could hear the laugh

There was no downtime between when Ciela landed her strike and Wulfrin unleashing his follow up. The once crimson light around his pommel transitioned to the cerulean blue of Horizontal Square. Four consecutive strikes lashed into the boss's hide then dispersed a holographic square parallel with the ground. The boss was perfectly lined up to fall in the next volley of attacks from the duo. Despite the handicap the system was giving the monster, it failed to edit their HP and Energy reserves, meaning that the battle was already well in the bag before it even started. There was little left for t

"The Phoenix is Solaris," Wulfrin said as his familiar took to the sky once again. "He's gotten a lot more friendly. Back when we met he was kind of a pompous jerk. He watched me, judging every move I made, while I fought for my literal life." Wulfrin thought back to that day in the desert of Floor 5. Abdullah was still the only NPC Wulfrin had encountered that seemed to have some sort of memory algorithm. Even Zackariah, who until recently always asked Wulfrin how his search for Dorian's loan, seemed to no longer acknowledge him when he brought in newbies. That was likely due to the fact

Wulfrin was already in motion. After seeing Freyd get absolutely thrown around by The Forgotten Time King, Wulfrin had chosen action. He became a blur of crimson streaking towards his foe with tremendous speed. He blade shined with the brilliant light of a sword art. The combination of hits, each with their own powerful force behind them, collided with FTK. As the combo came to a close, a short crisp whistle could be heard echoing through the chamber. The phoenix Solaris, already a streak of flames orbiting the throne room changed target and flew directly toward FTK. Solaris keen to provide a

"Nah it's cool," He said with a sigh. "I've had my fair share of bullies growing up, so I tend to try and stand up before it goes too far, be it for myself or others. I won't lie, sometimes it just ends up making the situation worse. Sorry if I came off a bit harsh to the both of you." He prepared his line for a second round of casting. He saw no reason to linger on the subjects. He had said what was on his mind and to him that was enough. Was he maybe a bit harsh? Yeah, probably. If there was one thing he still needed to figure out, it was how to correctly express his dislike of situatio