Wulfrin

Wulfrin led their duo to the, unfamiliar to Wulfrin, streets of Ellesmera. Wulfrin wasn't entirely sure what to expect on this quest. Even more in the not suspecting category, was to see another frontliner down here. At least Wulfrin thought they were a frontliner. Of the two players that he spotted amongst the elven NPCs Bliss was an immediate recognition, as he had forged her weapons. The one she was talking to though was the possible frontliner. Wulfrin swore he had seen them at the raid for Floor 28, but he hadn't seen them exit with them. "Hey Morningstar," Wulfrin leaned over to his

"I wonder what Ciela is making for dinner," Wulfrin mumbled to himself as he continued to twirl his little Nepent Ovule. "Didn't she say something about fish and shrimp?" His shadow replied, appearing only a few feet away as the boarlets attempted to fell their foe to no avail. "Oh shit. You're right. That was the whole reason for coming here wasn't it" "You seriously forgot you came down here to fish up dinner?" "Look I got distracted okay. You can't fault me for that." "You better have a nice bouquet in your hands when you walk through that door." "Better yet, I

As he watched Nymoria's signs, Cardinal being so kind as to translate for him, Wulfrin's exterior broke to a more solemn state. His left arm wrapped tightly in a white bandage. So far he had done well to keep the thoughts of the raid out of his head by focusing on other projects, a well crafted facade that fooled even himself on most days. "Let's just say," Wulfrin spoke softly, as he hoped Nym could still understand him. "There weren't any player casualties, but some wounds will take a while to heal." Wulfrin's mind drifted away to that dreadful warzone of tainted woods and decaying

Fusion: Icingdeath +4 | T4 Demonic Weapon (SS) | Frostbite | AA | Freeze 2 Fusion ID: 223477 Description: The blade of this longsword is made of silver with a diamond edge. Its blackened metallic hilt is bound with a light blue almost white leather wrapping. Its pommel resembles that of a white dragon’s head crest. Rumor has it that the blade itself was forged from parts of such a dragon, but none can confirm it. + demonology 101. | [#215579a] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | BLD, FLN, DMG [desc.]: an edged sword that studies demons. comes with a pen, and doesn't talk. + 1 D

Thanks for your business! Wulfrin accepts items then retreats to the forge like a giddy school girl

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2 hammer clangs. Item done: oblivion | [#242072] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | FLN II, PARA-V, AA [desc.]: | WE ARE ALL GOING FORWARD. | NONE OF US ARE GOING BACK.

components. oblivion. | [#211520c] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | BLD II, FALLEN [desc.]: a blade forged out of non-reflective metals. along its stony surface are pockets of glitter, speckled, fading into cooler hues. herald. | [#210669c] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | DMG, TAUNT, FALLEN [desc.]: | WE ARE ALL GOING FORWARD. | NONE OF US ARE GOING BACK. myotoxin. | [#211012c] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | ACC, PRLYZ, PARA-V [desc.]: a fang from a serpent larger than life itself. chiliagon. | [#208152] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | BLD, ACC, ABS ACC [desc.]: a fractal blade. wh

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"Checkmate," Wulfrin muttered as he spun around, narrowly avoiding the field of caltrops before him as well as Abdulla's little surprises beneath the sands. Wulfrin's blade ignited with the light of a sword art as it danced across the frozen form before him, the ice eventually giving way as Kiyabu's health bar dropped to zero. In a flash the blade was returned to it's scabbard immediately halting any lingering effects it was imposing on the battlefield. The crowd erupted with cheers and celebration. That is except for the esteemed VIP, Abdullah. Wulfrin's gaze met the aristocrat's just as the

Wulfrin felt his body lockdown as Kiyabu strategically hit his key mobility points. An all to familiar effect appeared in Wulfrin's vision signifying his stunned status. This wont due. Wulfrin thought to himself as his HP bar was almost completely gone. For a moment his usually crimson eyes flashed an icy blue, the whites becoming pitch black as a fiendish roar filled the arena. Wulfrin's body regained mobility as he quickly moved to attack mode. The retalitory art was much the same as the one Kiyabu had unleashed only with a bit more... bang. Icingdeath's icy aura erupted around them chilling

"Then let us duel," Wulfrin smirked as he readied the final coin. "Let us give the audience what they've come to see. Not an exchange of words or the teasing of Lady Luck, but a thrilling Clash of Blades." The coin sprung into the air far higher than the previous ones. Wulfrin had ensured he would have plenty of time to ready himself. Before the coin had even reached its apex, Wulfrin was in his signature battle stance. His eyes were trained on both his health bar and his opponent's. The coin landed with a small puff of smoke obscuring its result, but Wulfrin knew the outcome. His own sta

"An apt example," Wulfrin smiled at the mention of Greek legends. "Many demigods of that time were considered tragic heroes. Even a handful of non-demigod mortals had their fair share of bad hands. Odysseus is another that comes to mind in that aspect. To think had he just traveled by land, he could have avoided all that trouble. Granted back then they had no way of knowing Ithaca was just the other side of the land from Troy. Even if they did, traveling there would have been a chore." Two more coins danced through the air. Another buff appeared next to Kiyabu's health gauge, but this tim

"Fortune's Favor can only do so much," Wulfrin dovetailed off of Kiyabu's comments with grace and poise. "There are countless stories of heroes down on their luck turning the tides in their favor." Two more coins twisted through the air, propelled upward by Wulfrin's thumbs. After a gleaming display of pirouettes, the two coins landed once more out of Wulfrin's favor. Looks like I'm the one against impossible odds in this bout. Wulfrin's gave once more gently rose to meet his regal overseer's. Abdullah sat lavishly as one of his servants gently fed him fruits from a large bowl while anoth

"Well said," Wulfrin smirked as he eyed Abdullah up in the stands. "We've no control over the webs of fate, destiny, luck, or any other similar construct of our universe. The only thing that matters is how well you roll with those punches. A skill I have refined well." Two more coins were retrieved from the small pouch. In quick succession, Wulfrin flipped both coins into the air. Like a well choreographed ballet, both coins stirred up the low lying dust as both came to rest. Wulfrin's eyebrows raised as he spotted the outcome. Both coins had landed in unfavorable positions for him, grant

"Well then," Wulfrin said with a smirk as he produced a small coin pouch. He held up the one coin showing off the stamped faces of the two announcers. "I've got nine of these coins. Each one can boost either my damage output or yours. Once all coins have flipped, we separate and create distance between the two of us. Think of it as the old school days where two people who were pissed off at each other would walk ten paces then shoot at each other. Heads will be our announcer, Minako. Tails will be Kindling. I declare heads." The first coin sprung into the air from Wulfrin's thumb before c

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Wulfrin was immediately engulfed in the torrential wave of darkness that befell the area once The Beast met its end. Wulfrin blinked as his <<Night Vision>> mod activated allowing him to survey the area more clearly. Another mass of dark energy took an amorphous form and threated to end the unprepared players that he and Kat were fighting so desperately to protect. "Retreat!" Wulfrin ordered. "Run towards my voice! I'll hold them back as you get out of here!" As the last player passed Wulfrin he took two paces forward and prepared to retaliate. The air around him began to

"Hold up," Wulfrin stepped back a bit when Morningstar of all people asked about THE FREAKING KESSEL RUN. "You're telling me that the famous Stephen Star has never heard of the infamous 12 Parsec Kessel Run performed by Han Solo in only the greatest film of all time Star Wars: A New Hope? I am appalled. My flabbers are ghasted. Note to self, both Acanthus and Morningstar need an invite to movie night. This is a problem I must solve." Having totally checked out of the task at hand, Wulfrin found himself holding back the urge to go off on a massive, and incredibly detailed tangent on the sp

Nymoria managed to take out two of the unwelcomed additions to the encounter. The last Hellhound managed to evade her strike however, leaving one left for Wulfrin to mop up. Just in case there was some slight chance that it would survive, Wulfrin used his signature stunning strike word art. His blade passed through the straggler like a hot knife through butter causing it to burst into an array of fractal data shards. Before putting his blade away, Wulfrin scanned to ensure no mobs continued to ruin their day. "Looks like that's all of them," Wulfrin said as he began to exit the arena. "Le

"AoE training," Wulfrin replied. "While yes, most of the quest content is mainly the players vs one big monster, there are instances where you will be attacked form multiple angles. In our case we'll be using those wolves." Wulfrin gestured to the pack slowly starting to surround the group. "I'll strike first just to give you some room to practice hitting multiple targets. The art I'll be using isn't available to you yet, and I can't escort you through the quest to get it, so consider it something to work towards." Before it was even out of its scabbard, Wulfrin's platinum sword was glowi