Wulfrin

It hadn't been since his trip with Morningstar that Wulfrin had been on Floor 2. Truthfully he had only come because Ciela could use some company when heading up to the monastery to complete the tests. It was mostly out of a joke she had made during their first interaction. Ciela had declared her hands Rated E for Everyone when Wulfrin had asked why she didn't have a weapon. To that end before they left the comforts of his home on Floor 22, Wulfrin had suggested the duo tackle the Breaking The Unbreakable quest. Mainly so Ciela could gain access to the multi target stun Sword Art that Wulfrin

"Morning sleepy head," Wulfrin said as he entered the front door. As per his usual routine, he had been out at the forge early this morning to get some quick crafts out of the way before starting his adventuring day. "I finished your sword and shield. You've basically paid for them by feeding me all that wonderful food of yours, so no need to pay for them." Wulfrin laid the longsword and shield on the nearby coffee table for Ciela to grab at her convenience. He quickly swapped out of his smithing garb in favor of a more relaxed shirt and pants. He made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a

"If the goal is not to be the last to hit," Wulfrin said with a smirk as he rushed forward. "I don't think I'll be buying any way." Wulfrin wasn't about to fall out of a challenge. He did however have a painfully large advantage against the other combatants. Assuming they went all out on the monsters, his companions would way out class him in damage output, pretty much guaranteeing him to not land the final hit. He had nothing left in his energy gauge to fuel a sword art, so that left only basic attacks. Luckily his Tier 1 sword could kind of make up for that. As he swiped the blade acros

New Item Crafts: Sentinel Shield | T2 Perfect Shield | ID [220639] MIT 2 | Thorns 1 [desc.] A kite shield emblazoned with the signet of Sentinel Armaments. Enemies will find quite the sting when they collide with this shield. Honed Longsword | T2 Perfect Straight Sword | ID [220512] ACC 2 | DMG 1 [desc.] A simple steel longsword that prioritizes balance over damage. The center piece of the cross guard is the signet of Sentinel Armaments. Armored Long Coat | T3 Perfect Light Armor | ID [220094] MIT 2 | REC 1 [desc.] A long red leather coat with additional armor plates

Wulfrin Felt one more tug at his line before he packed everything away. This whole trip he only seemed to succeed when Ciela was around, not that he was complaining mind you. After collecting his things, Wulfrin swapped back to his combat gear. The trek back to Scalabis was uneventful. Nothing seemed too keen on attacking them this time around. The two made idle chit chat the entire trip. Wulfrin was now certain he had developed some sort of crush on his female companion. She had been even more flirtatious this trip, as if testing the waters and Wulfrin didn't mind it one bit. She made lovely

It was true, Wulfrin had caught a fish, an otter, and a chest all in one. Good news the system didn't care about the otter and gave him the material any way. Ciela's embrace was both reassuring and comforting all in one. This whole trip had been both a welcome vacation and an eye opening experience. Wulfrin's cheeks were almost as red as his coat. He leaned into her embrace and ran his fingers through her hair. He was proud of her for accomplishing her impromptu quest for the day. "I was starting to get worried that you had stumbled into a dungeon," Wulfrin said with a sigh of relief. "Yo

Wulfrin had spotted Ciela walking off to the beach below. There was a small alcove lightly obscured by foliage, but it was still within the safe zone, so Wulfrin wasn’t concerned. There wasn’t much activity from his rod so he simply reclined back and enjoyed the sea breeze. He felt his eyes growing heavy, with how relaxed he was, and he may have slipped briefly into sleep. He quickly snapped himself back when he felt his head drop a bit. He could have sworn he also felt his line move slightly, but when he checked it, there was nothing on the hook. ”Damn,” Wulfrin sighed. “Luck must n

"Since we aren't going to be outside the safe zone," Wulfrin unequipped his combat gear for a more comfortable attire. Having known they were coming to Floor Twenty-Four, Wulfrin had made sure to set his casual clothing accordingly. He wore a white shirt under an open floral patterned button shirt and black trunks. "Might as well relax." Wulfrin materialized a wooden chair from his inventory, a spare from decorating his house, and set up on the end of a nearby pier. He had the entire "dad on vacation" look going on. It only intensified when he pulled his fishing rod back out and began to

"Seems simple enough," Wulfrin said looking over the order. "I'll give you a shout when it's finished." Wulfrin was certain he had the pieces he would need to build the weapon. He usually liked to keep a variety of blank items near completion in case an order came in. After a few minutes he found a couple straight swords that would do the trick. It wasn't long after that Wulfrin finished the fusion process. He quickly applied the finishing touches and the ornately decorated sword took its final shape. After a final inspection that all attributes were in order, Wulfrin pulled up his friend

Fusion 2 Rare T1 Straight Swords [219824]+[219826] -> T1 Perfect Straight Sword Result: Laurel Straight Sword | T1 Perfect Straight Sword | ACC III | Fusion ID [221252] Item Description: A longsword with precise thickness and length. Brass is used along the hilt in conjunction with silver. The at the center of the cross guard is a small phoenix, the sigil of Sentinel Armaments, encircled by the Laurel Wreath, a symbol of victory in the ages of the Ancient Greeks and Romans. From the center, the arms of the cross guard extend outward as beautifully crafted brass vineyard leav

Wulfrin casually strolled up to the sirens and swiftly dispatched them. A few strikes from his AoE art was all it took to shatter the two intruders into a shower of fractal motes of light. He flourished his blade and returned it to its scabbard. "At your service," Wulfrin said with a very over exaggerated bow. "Shall we continue thine quest m'lady." He held out an arm gesturing for Ciela to take the lead. As she approached, he casually opened his elbow inviting her to walk arm and arm with him along the beach in search of a familiar for her to call friend. Above them the phoenix Sol

"Believe it or not," Wulfrin spoke up proudly as he charge in for a follow up attack. "I've settled up on Floor Twenty-Two. I've got my own smithy near the outskirts of Coral with an absolutely stunning view. There's even a fairly large plot of land nearby that I'm hoping no one swipes up." Wulfrin had very little energy left for an offensive. The best he could offer was a strike against a single target. That strike hit true and he put as much force as he could. Unfortunately his strike could only put a small dent into the remaining health bar. He moved to put the rest of his party betwee

Having watched the boss desentigrate into a variety of fractal motes, Wulfrin turned his attention to the arena. He looked high and low throughout the area, hoping to find a chest of some sort. Unfortunately luck did not appear to be on his side. Dejectedly, Wulfrin returned to the group. "Guess this boss wasn't the hoarding type," Wulfrin said as he shook his head. Truthfully Wulfrin would have raised his hand even if his shadow hadn't done it for him. He was ready to be done with this trip and he was not looking forward to talking with Abdullah. He looked at Ciela and shrugged. He

"One knight in a red coat coming up," Wulfrin said hastily storing his fishing rod. He dashed forward, sword drawn. In one rapid motion, Wulfrin swiped clean through both midsections causing them to reel back stunned. Wulfrin regained his footing and prepared for a second assault. Wulfrin watched the sirens stagger around before regaining their senses. Wulfrin had set them up for Ciela to take her time with these things. "You're up cutie," Wulfrin said pointing his blade casually towards the sirens. "Let's see what the KnightessCiela can do. I'll keep their agro you just hit them with ev

"I'll do you one better dear," Wulfrin said with a cheeky smirk. In one swift motion Ciela was swept off her feet and placed in a bridal carry, armor and all. Wulfrin casually sauntered his way across the bridge. He was deliberately taking it much slower than he normally would, partly to make sure he didn't drop her into the slightly rough waters but mostly just to torment her a little bit. The two had been going back and forth a lot recently with the mild doses of flirting. Wulfrin just wanted to see the reaction. Calm as ever he placed Ciela back on her feet on the other side. Without even a

"I was hoping it would be heavy armor actually," Wulfrin said as he collected the item. "I've been helping show a new player the ropes. She's been showing interest in tanking and is about to hit Tier 2. Figured a flashy unique would serve as a good congratulation gift." Wulfrin looked over the suit of plate armor with great interest. This armor was the perfect upgrade to the current armor the new player had. Quickly he stashed it away into the void that was his inventory. Wulfrin himself was about to out grow his own gear, it kind of made him a bit jealous. "Thanks Star," Wulfrin sai

Wulfrin was content just watching the waves roll up onto the shore. His fishing attempts usually didn't go in his favor most of the time, and it appeared this one was starting to follow that same trend. Wulfrin looked back every so often to check Ciela's progress. Her company over the last few weeks had been welcoming. His house was already in one of the more tranquil floors, but having some one to chat with and spend time with only added to that feeling of home. Ciela eventually walked up and rested her head on his shoulder. He patted her head as he stowed away the fishing rod. "it may b

Wulfrin picked up a small shell, and coerced the small creature into releasing its vice. Quickly Wulfrin swiped up the crab and pierced its shell with a fishing hook. He walked up to the edge of the water and cast his line out into the waves of the ocean. he kept Ciela's bag at the ready, but decided he too would make the most of his time. "If we are to battle," Wulfrin cautioned his companion. "I would suggest you let me control the mob's agro. We should also try to only fight one monster at a time. On another note, if we are searching for a familiar I suggest we move often. Sometimes th

DATE: [4/1/24] RANK 6 BLACKSMITH | [EXP: 488/639] | Daily Crafting Attempts: 7 CRAFTING BUFFS: Ambition Tool +1 EXP per craft Basic Workshop +2 EXP per craft Crafting Tier 4 [Shield]s: ID: 221133 | CD: 11 | Success | Rare ID: 221134 | CD: 4 | Salvage | LD 3 | Material Lost ID: 221135 | CD: 8 | Success | Uncommon ID: 221136 | CD: 9 | Success| Uncommon ID: 221137 | CD: 10 | Success | Rare ID: 221138 | CD: 8 | Success | Uncommon ID: 221139 | CD: 6 | Success | Uncommon RESULT: +45 XP (5+2+3+3+5+3+3+21) | [EXP: 533/639] -7 materials | sent to banker New

“Nice set up you got here,” Wulfrin said as he approached the counter. He was wearing his casual black shirt and tan pants. “I can see you’re still in set up, so I’m not ordering anything just wanted to drop something off for you to help get started.” He placed five potion vials on the counter. “The system only lets you make a certain number of crafts each day.” He explained. “Each of these can let you craft twice as many in a day. Enjoy! If you need any help don’t hesitate to come over and ask, I’m always eager to help. Only thing I ask in return is some samples of your dishes.”

Wulfrin shook his head at the question of being dragged around. Ciela had become wonderful company as of late, spending most of her free time watching him work. She was wonderful help when Solaris would get antsy when Wulfrin disturbed the majestic phoenix's beauty rest in the flames of the modest forge. Sentinel Armaments had received a slight face lift Since Wulfrin had bought the estate plot it rested on. The view of the lake was only minorly affected by the new house, but Wulfrin though it added to the atmosphere. Solaris soared overhead, enjoying the open skies and opportunity to stretch

DATE: [4/1/24] RANK 6 BLACKSMITH | [EXP: 386/639] | Daily Crafting Attempts: 7 CRAFTING BUFFS: Ambition Tool +1 EXP per craft Basic Workshop +2 EXP per craft Crafting Tier 4 [Heavy Armor]s: ID: 221111 | CD: 9 | Success | Uncommon ID: 221112 | CD: 9 | Success | Uncommon ID: 221113 | CD: 1 | Crit Fail | Materials Lost ID: 221114 | CD: 2 | Fail | Materials Lost ID: 221115 | CD: 4 | Salvage | LD 13 | Materials Saved ID: 221116 | CD: 4 | Salvage | LD 4 | Materials Lost ID: 221117 | CD: 9 | Success | Uncommon RESULT: +36 XP (3+3+1+1+2+2+3+21) | [EXP: 488/639]

The handholding caught Wulfrin off guard, but he didn't pull away. Tolbana wasn't far from them only a few short minutes, but the time flew by. Solaris soared over head acting as the guide back to town. Once there the duo made their way to the small cafe they had eaten at the other night. Ciela quickly excused herself and entered into the establishment. She was gone long enough for Wulfrin to sit, have a quick tea break and read up on the happenings of other floors. His main focus was places with good decor he could use to decorating his future house. He landed on floor six. As he finishe

The shark had only just regained its senses before Wulfrin was already on top of it. With sword glowing a brilliant cerulean light, he carved into the sharks earthy hide. The beasties health was dropping fast. Of course it was they had a Freyd, and with him incredibly high damage numbers. Wulfrin could only dream to get to that point, but it hardly mattered at this moment. The tank not tank and given the order to attack, so Wulfrin attacked. The numbers output by Wulfrin were not quite as substantial, but he charged in anyway. The gash left in the side of the beast was a deep one, forcing The

Wulfrin maneuvered through the maze of bridges to the Teleport Gate. As he entered the plaza where it was located an info window appeared. His house had finally gotten approved and was now his. Wulfrin dismissed the window with haste. A renewed energy flushed over him. For the first time he was going to finally sleep in a bed he owned. Not a bench in a soot filled forge or a crappy overpriced inn, but a soft bed just for him. Wulfrin rushed the final steps he needed to get to the teleport gate. As he did he saw out of the corner of his eye, a cloaked figure disappearing into the shadows. The G