Wulfrin

Fusions T4 Heavy Armor Uncommon [247969] + Uncommon [247970] + Rare [247971] = Perfect [247989] T3 Heavy Armor Rare [247973] + Rare [247975] = Perfect [247990] * * * New Items Armour of the northern ice-dragon | T4 Perfect Heavy Armor | ID 247989 | MIT 3 Desc. An elegant suit of plate armor made from the silver scales of a northern dragon and the skillful craftsmanship of Sentinel Armaments Axe of the northern ice-dragon | T4 Perfect Two Handed Axe | ID 247979 | DMG 3 Desc. An axe built to match the armor from the same set name. Its blade is a mixture of w

DATE: [7/4/25] RANK 9 BLACKSMITH | [EXP: 3645/5119] | 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 T4 [Heavy Armor]s: ID 247969 | CD 7 | Uncommon ID 247970 | CD 6 | Uncommon ID 247971 | CD 8 | Rare Crafting T3 [Heavy Armor]s: ID 247972 | CD 6 | Uncommon ID 247973 | CD 10 | Rare ID 247974 | CD 2 | Salvage | LD 7 | Material Saved ID 247975 | CD 9 | Rare Crafting T4 [Axe]s: ID 247976 | CD 2 | Salvage | L

"I uh," Wulfrin stammered for a minute, trying to find the best way to explain how he kept his fishing rod in the extradimensional space that was his inventory. "I mostly use a fishing rod and line. I can just use a bit of magic to keep it stored away for easy access at any time." Wulfrin was in awe at the expansive landscape around him. The forest was tranquil and calm, instantly reminding him of his favorite fishing spot on floor 1. The ambient sounds of the world around him only reinforced this longing. With the wave of his hand, a well used rod appeared that was freshly baited and rea

"I've heard..." Wulfrin hesitated, choosing his next words carefully. "Rumors of the All Hammer's ailments. Yet despite all his set backs, he still maintains the fire within his forge. I only hope my skills can prove worthy of the summons." Wulfrin followed his satyr up the stairs of Mount Olympus. Why couldn't they have an elevator in Aincrad like depicted in his favorite fiction series growing up as a kid? The stairs were steep and yet Wulfrin pushed on, keeping pace with his half-goat guide. They were well beyond the clouds by the time they came to rest. There was no break, just pure m

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"The Red Fox" was a quaint bar within Glyndebourne. Wulfrin had visited a couple times on the rare occasion he actually ventured to the autumnal floor. Today was slightly different. According to the pitch provided to him by Morningstar, Jacob's Ladder and The Tracker's Alliance would be cooperating on some mob hunting. So far the only true inter-guild cooperation Wulfrin had been a part of were the numerous boss raids, and for himself that was a really low 1 soon to be 2. Wulfrin kicked his feet up onto the table as he viewed the map. Wulfrin was playing a slightly different role today than he

"Sounds like a deal," Wulfrin said as he leaned back in his chair. "I'll power through whatever you need me to. Same for gear requests. For now they'll have to be handled out of my forge on Floor 22, but if we ever get an armory, I'll probably set up a small on site forge." Wulfrin interlaced his fingers behind his head and placed his feet up on the table. Wulfrin's mind began to wander as he closed his eyes for the briefest of moments as the others would chime in with questions of their own. He was fixated on what rumors he had heard about across the floors. One stood out as importance.

"... neat ..." Wulfrin eyed the the three new monsters with a dismissive stare. "Three at once. Guess they got tired of getting wiped before even getting a swing in." Wulfrin held his sword over his shoulder and with an elaborate flourish, swipped at the legs of all three minotaurs. A series of brught flashes of crimson light and the trio of minotaurs stumbled backwards, their balance and offense broken by a single swordsman. The red coated warrior stepped back as the minotaurs harmlessly swung their weapons in a feeble atempt at retaliation, only barely regaining their footing. "Coo

"Yep." Wulfrin nodded as the post combat check in fell back to him. "Just need a breather for a sec." Wulfrin found a near by rock and plopped himself right on top of it. Slowly hi slid down until only his back was against the rock. Before too long he drifted off into thought as he watched the numbers tick up on his display. He wouldn't need long, only like five minutes to fully recover. As for their next goal, Wulfrin had no clue. Towers appearing from nowhere. Weird girls with no memories. All the events of today were starting to seem like some other game entirely from SAO, only Wulfrin

The sounds of pop music started to fill the air. A brief glance would show Wulfrin that a whole concert had been set up not far from where the main fight was commencing. At least they had some musical accompaniment. From across the battlefield the familiar tune of a violin, no doubt Jomei grabbing the boss's attention for his team, backed up the amped jams. Surprisingly it wasn't a bad mash up. When Wulfrin turned back towards the arena, his blade still locked with Belregor's, he was met with a odd sight. Where Belregor once stood was Hirru, arguably their most important member of the tea

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