Wulfrin

"Fair enough," Wulfrin shrugged as the unexpected challenger made their entrance into the ring. "May our duel be worthy of the gods' attention." The elegant rapier came from out of nowhere, the accompanying charge skill immediately put Wulfrin on the defensive. As the battle began, the effects of his pre fight meals took effect causing a raging fire to erupt from beneath the plates of his armor. The flames lashed outward in retaliation of Boreas's swift strikes as Wulfrin struggled to keep up with the incoming attacks. When his opponent was made vulnerable at the end of their sword art, W

Wulfrin watched as his new adventuring companions scoured the nets and other various crates along the dock. As they dug a spark of inspiration hit him and he joined the hunt. Did he find anything? Of course not, Wulfrin wouldn't be so lucky. His best guess was the system considered it assisting and thus barred him from participating in the hunt. For now though he was content with the fact that the quest was nearing its conclusion. "Good eye finding those chests you two," Wulfrin smiled as the duo rescued their findings from the junk heap. "If I were a betting man, the contents of those sh

"Turn in rewards," Wulfrin replied to Astra's question. "Congrats on your first bout of combat guys. The game only gets way more difficult from here." Wulfrin led the party back into town with much more speed and purpose than before. He wanted to get as far away from this area as fast as possible, and before long the party was back at the domicile and forge of Lyle Tealeaf. Wulfrin kept the conversation as brief as possible with the grumpy smith. Without missing a beat, likely due to Wulfrin hot swapping between the new players' appearances and voices and saying just enough to edge the qu

"Damn," Wulfrin mumbled as he watched Astra swing and miss the boarlet again. Was it bad luck? Possibly, though Wulfrin hadn't really paid much attention to attack odds since he had crested into the upper tiers of play. His gear, and snacks curtesy of his darling wife Ciela, had all but mitigated the need for reliance on the dreadfully unbalanced nature of Cardinal's Random Number Generator. "Don't lose focus," Wulfrin ordered as he dusted the area with the irritant that was Nepent Ovule pollen. "Watch its movements and aim for where it will be not where it is." The boarlet turned it

The boarlet's health bar was left with but a sliver of red, which considering the amount of health they actually had, was probably not a lot. All Astra needed was one more clean strike to end the group's shared suffering at the hands of walking bacon bits. Wulfrin's Nepent Ovule waved through the air leaving behind a trail of pollen that caused the remaining boarlet to hyperfocus on him rather than his lowered leveled companions. The small bacon platter lowered its tusks and charged the high level escort in a fruitless attempt to fell the frontliner. With a simple side step, Wulfrin evaded the

Wulfrin continued watching the remaining boarlet's last ditch attempts to survive. With its family butchered into tiny fractals of data in the form of tusks, it was becoming more and more erratic. Wulfrin had to become a bit more active in order to keep the boar from fleeing off to alert the other groups around them. Wulfrin did not want this to draw out any longer, so boar wranglin' became the name of the game. The boar was on its way to leave when Wulfrin flicked the ovule in its face. He followed it up with a small nudge to redirect the boar towards Siren. "Don't let it leave!" Wulfrin

Wulfrin's attention snapped as the faintest of whispers graced his ears. It was soft spoken and uncertain. Quickly Wulfrin's eyes scanned the room as the children scattered in all directions, hyped up on sugar and promises of stories. All except one. A small girl with hair so blonde it was almost white and reddish eyes peered from the doorway. They looked as if they had just recovered from being tossed around. Without missing a beat, Wulfrin grabbed a small tin of sweets and made his way over. "Hey there," Wulfrin said as he crouched down making sure to reach her eye level. He reached up

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"Now we're starting to make some progress," Wulfrin perked up as only one boarlet remained on the field. "Last push, and this grind can come to an end!" Astra's attack left the remaining boar with just about half its HP remaining. One critical hit of any kind would likely put the boarlet out of its existence. Wulfrin couldn't help but feel like a Pokemon trainer urging his fighting companions on in a desperate battle. Only this was more akin to the 'hardmode' version called a nuzlocke. With a smile he flicked the ovule once more causing the boar to pivot and retrain on Wulfrin. Its eyes w

"Pretty sure the next boss for Scents is the Stygian dude," Wulfrin said as he began cycling through his backlog of quests. "If I remember correctly, it is easier to tackle if you have a weapon with Holy on it. I may have found a weapon like that in a dungeon on Floor 9, but I've not been able to press to far in. We'd have to get passed Cerbie to even get into the hidden portion of the floor that holds the dungeon. Scents may have to wait until after the raid is done." Wulfrin began to ponder other ways to spend the day. "We could go hunt down a few field bosses higher up, or we can take

"You think that's bad?" Wulfrin chuckled as he stretched out his back form the heavy lifting. "You should have seen him the day we met. He's mellowed out a lot since then." Several of the kids had already started bombarding him with questions and swarming his feet like small sharks fighting over a piece of fresh chum. "What was the raid like?". "What weapon do you use?". "Did anyone die?". "Can you show me how to fight?" "Wow you're so cool!". "I wanna be like you some day!" "Easy, easy." Wulfrin said with a chuckle in a desperate attempt to calm the little gremlins down. "We can do

Wulfrin materialized a notepad and began jotting down a few quick notes as the familiar Dorian greeted only the new player in the group. The ever scatterbrained mayor of Tolbana had a knack for showing up in the oddest of places to kick off this seemingly useless grindy quest, and Wulfrin had made it a game to find all of his unique spawns. This was the least out there as far as Wulfrin had been able to find, but that didn't stop Wulfrin from hoping one day he'd catch the mayor popping out of a random garbage can. Siraius handled the conversation well enough to trigger the dialogue respon

Yep no problem * * * Wulfrin returns Silver Sword | 243228 | STRAIGHT SWORD T3E4 | AA, ACC III Exorcist's silver for the vanquishment of monsters. The sword is one-handed, deep blue in color with white edges and triangular gold detailing beneath the crossguard. It strikes true and pure regardless of the troubles of the souls that may come to wield it.

Fusion Components: [from:] Silver Sword | STRAIGHT SWORD T3E3, ACC III Exorcist's silver for the vanquishment of monsters. The sword is one-handed, deep blue in color with white edges and triangular gold detailing beneath the crossguard. It strikes true and pure regardless of the troubles of the souls that may come to wield it. + [from:] majesty. | [#194561c] | TIER 3 STRAIGHT SWORD | ABS ACC, DMG II [desc.]: the remains of a long forgotten and distant dimension, slate polished clean for wrought over a new world. Result: Silver Sword | 243228 | STRAIGHT SW

"Olympus," Wullfrin muttered as he stepped towards the arena. "I wondered when Clash of Blades would grace your floor." Fresh off a loss of his own choosing, opting to not risk his competitor's life on a floor full of uncertainties. This time though, without the threat of looming death at the hands of some freak glitch or error in the code or nightmare horror monster, Wulfrin would pull no punches. He began to invoke the gods of the very palace they were about to do battle in. "O Ares, son of Zeus and Hera, God of War and Battle, you who take joy in the clash of steel and the roar of conf

"Alright requirements met," Wulfrin chuckled as Sewallus's name populated under their small party. "I've got a gameplan already in mind. I'll go over it on the way." Wulfrin would make good on his word and start guiding the group towards The Monkey King's lair. It was deep in the forest so there was plenty of time to run down the plan, especially since Wulfrin wasn't one hundred percent positive where it was. He'd only done this quest one other time after all. "So," Wulfrin said as he pushed through the tangled brush of the forest floor. "Boreas, I'm not sure what exactly your kit is

"Don't apologize," Wulfrin said as he picked his blade off the ground. "It was my decision. I had been mulling it over ever since I got the notification that the duel was happening on Floor 29. Honestly the organizers have to be on the tentacle monster Kool-Aid if they actually thought this was a good idea. This floor was only just opened and it has no safezones. It's also filled with weird... glitches? I don't know what else to call it. SAO's been whack since the Callisto raid. As much as I'd like to continue our duel and find out who's made of sterner stuff, I'll only do so if guaranteed saf

The constant drone of their special guest’s aura gave way to a brief bout of silence as Wulfrin’s vision cleared ever so briefly. The crowd was in an uproar on a floor where death was a constantly looming threat. In his moment of clarity, a voice spoke at the back of his mind. ”There are no safe zones on floor 29.” The briefest of flashbacks coursed through his mind as Wulfrin found himself in the aftermath of the initial player rush. Dead players all around him, their only remaining touch on this unforgiving world being their names on the Monument of Life. ”You cannot let this

To: Astra From: Wulfrin Subj: New Sword Art Hey yo bud. I got another pretty easy carry for you now that the situation on 29 has died down. If you wanna tag along meet me on floor 8. Today we fight the SAO equivalent of Donkey Kong. Wulfrin followed through with his promise and waited near the teleport gate of floor 8. Given the abilities that his custom skill granted him, Wulfrin couldn't help but overhear the conversation between another player and the guards. To his surprise this other player seemed to be prepping to take on the Monkey King as

Wulfrin left the relative safety of the Tracker's Alliance's forward operating base on floor 29 and set out for the church within the area known as Kineallen. What he didn't expect was to find Freyd exploring the grounds as well. The Whisper was heavily armored as always, a build Wulfrin had sen inaction several time at this point. The most recent time was during the initial defense of the warp gate. Wulfrin was wearing armor in a similar style to the one Freyd had gifted him upon reaching tier four. At his hip a new weapon, obviously with a hint of celestial origin, rest where Icingdeath usua

Wulfrin had spent the morning prepping within the grounds of the Tracker's Alliance outpost on Floor 29. It was his little pet project as he did his best to not only chase the rumors sprouting on the nightmare floor, but also focusing on training against some of the more exotic creatures of the floor. Today he was training with his new blade. When the time came for him to head to the arena, he donned his armor and set off. What he didn't expect was the massive tentacle monster that loomed over it. As Wulfrin heard his name spoken out, he felt the oppressive wave of their ever gracious hos

Hi I am taking these. yoink! * * * Wulfrin purchases: Chocolate Éclair | T1 Perfect Snack | LD III | ID: 242010 [desc.] A light choux pastry filled with luscious vanilla pastry cream and topped with a glossy chocolate glaze. Beef and Ale Hand Pie | T1 Perfect Snack | Prosperity III | ID: 242012 [desc.] A rich, flaky pastry filled with slow-cooked beef, onions, and a hearty ale-based gravy, perfect for a comforting bite. Cost: 10 mats

"Wait for wha-" Wulfrin didn't get to finish his sentence before getting the box thrust into his arms. It wasn't terribly heave, largely due to his strength stats, but it still caught him off guard. "Where are we go-" Another question left unanswered as his wife Ciela led the charge out of their cozy cottage on Floor 22. Wulfrin was instantly relieved that he had yet to unpack his inventory from the day before. All his gear was still stored away so at least he could be ready in an instant. Floor 1 was the destination of choice for their outing today, specifically the orphanage. Wulfrin ha

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