Griswold

Hearing the cost, the man boy was right, he didn’t like it. Opening up his inventory to scroll through what he might have had that was worth trading. There wasn’t much and he didn’t have the col amount on him. Maybe he could get it from Simmone and owe her a favor instead of a stranger. “I don’t have that much money on me” he would say honestly looking down at the boy. Glancing to the makeshift shaft “Maybe I could replenish what you used or anything else metal you might need for your crafts?” It was said almost like a question because he was truly unsure how he was going to repay this man. He

Walking back to the man with a large handful of wood, the man said he needed a lot more but didn’t say a number. Setting it on the ground next to where the man was working, close enough for reach but not so the pile was in the way. He didn’t know this boy that was helping him and he didn’t want to give any reason for a fight. Watching him work, it looked rather similar to how his daughter did. Wondering if he was a tailor like she was. He could just have life experience though like he did with smithing. The one thing that he did find a little odd was why. Why was this boy helping him? Maybe he

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +53 HP PH Post Action | [x15] AOE-I (11 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 3 Targets = 6) = 17 EN) - Well Rested [3/3] = 16 EN Free Action | ID: 255707 | 2 + 6 - 1 = 7, CD: 1 {ST-B Unavailable} | Hit vs. Marshland Marshmellow #5 Dealing 345 - 120 = 225 Damage ID: 255708 | 2 + 6 - 1 = 7, Hit vs. Marshland Marshmellow #6 Dealing 345 - 120 = 225 Damage ID: 255709 | 7 + 6 - 3 = 10, Hit vs. Accapello, Thicc Fellow Dealing 345 - 160 = 165 Damage 255710, MD:7 + 2 - 2 = 7 {Hit} Marshland Marshmellow #5 vs Griswold dealing 280

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +53 HP PH Post Action | [x12] TECH-D (12 - 2 [Stamina] = 10 EN) - Well Rested [2/3] = 9 EN ID: 255687 | 3 + 6 - 3 = 6, CD: 8 {ST-B Unavailable} | Hit vs. Mellow, Thicc Fellow Dealing 276 - 140 = 136 Damage, Shatter 1 [{-20}/3] applied 255688, MD:8+3-2=9 {Hit}, Mellow, Thicc Fellow vs Griswold dealing 360 - 232 = 128 DMG, sustains 16 {FL. Thorns} & 72 {THRNS} Players: Raidou | HP: 989/989 | EN: 96/124 | DMG: 40 | MIT:112 | ACC:7 | AA | EVA:5 | BH:54 | VAMP-D: 109 | LD:1 Celeste | HP: 1215/1215 | EN: 99/124 | DMG:

Standard Recovery +4 EN PH Post Action | [x12] TECH-D (12 - 2 [Stamina] = 10 EN) - Well Rested [1/3] = 9 EN ID: 255664 | 3 + 6 - 3 = 6, CD: 8 {ST-B Unavailable} | Hit vs. Feebee, Thicc Fellow Dealing 276 - 140 = 136 Damage, Shatter 1 [-20/3] applied 255665, MD:5+3-2=6 {Hit}, Feebee, Thicc Fellow vs Griswold dealing 360 - 232 = 128 DMG, sustains 16 {FL. THRNS} & 72 {THRNS} Players: Nisahime | HP: 1058/1058 | EN: 84/104 | DMG: 27 | MIT:223 | ACC:7 | TAUNT | EVA:3 | FL.AURA: 16 | FR.AURA: 16 | HB: 21 | REC: 8 Raidou | HP: 989/989 | EN: 104/124 | DMG: 40 |

A brighter morning of metal working, his hands a little tougher for wear and the callouses freshly renewed. The anvil still hot to the touch and flakes of metal left in slag across its smooth polished surface. Griswold had another prime barrel of spears ready to be set in the vault, destined for an NPC or players capable hands. Once he breaches the threshold of the guild however, he is met with a small gathering of familiar well seasoned faces. Some from but a couple days prior, painting a picture of a well oiled machine of systematic aid to the rest of the game. Paying the group a smile and a

Standard Recovery +4 EN Watching Celeste get splashed by the content of the creature, a small smile would creep on his face that no one could see under his helmet. Deciding that enough was enough he would make his way over the few that would remain. Setting a hand on her shoulder, “Back up lad, we got this.” Her weapon would come up inches from hitting Griswold before she realized that it was him. The woman would take a deep breath and walk away at a fast pace not saying a word. Slamming his hammer against the larger creature trying to get its health down more so that whomever did damage

Standard Recovery +4 EN The creatures just spawned and yet they were already almost dead. Seeing that all still down on the ground, he decides to take advantage of this. Smashing his hammer against the larger creature making it splash in its own gelatinous frame. They would both attempt to get up right after this. Both seeming exhausted, but they manage to get up but just stand there looking at each teammate that is visible. Griswold would put his shield up and whistle. Looking at him, the big one seemed to focus on him but the other seemed to have other ideas. Griswold would quickly get

Standard Recovery +4 EN Watching the jelly figure split and reform he would twist his head. Even though it was paralyzed it could still put itself back together, that was weird in his opinion. Pulling his hammer back and slamming hard against its gelatinous frame, it would splatter jelly everywhere. This battle was getting really messy and not just because Firm Anima was splatting them all into an early grave. The creature would begin to move again, but he knew that he took another fair chuck off its defenses which would help. The main thing was that he had the creature's attention. He di

The heavy looking smith groaned against the early morning, having found his alarm clock to be one of the many volcanoes on floor 9 erupting at 3:37. A heavy yawn as he enters the vault, placing down a box filled to the brim with daggers and maces that rattles as it is offloaded. A catch of one of his girls, has him break into a smile and wave. Slapping the sides of his face with metal gloves, he tries to wake himself up and moves up “Count me in.” He remarks toward one of the two twins, grabbing one of the crates she’d prepared and expressing his eagerness to spend time with her. It wasn’t too

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspiring {Gaius} +4 EN, Battle Healing +59 HP Seeing his daughter get up and attack like nothing happened. It was really odd to him because she was not answering anyone, not even him. He would get a bit worried about her. “FREYJA” she would call out in a large hefty shout trying to get her attention but nothing he did or said seemed to be working. Bashing his hammer as hard as he could against each enemy's frame, he didn’t want to risk any more damage to his kid. Putting up his shield getting ready for the rebuke. They all lash against him and get whip lashed by

Fixed Freya's ACC to not double add AA, Removed Raidou's Fighting Spirit, Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspiring {Gaius} +4 EN Seeing the newly spawned creatures get sliced up by his girl, they would all focus their eyes on her. In a small panic he would bash the biggest creature there trying to get its attention. He got that one pair of eyes but the other two go after his daughter. Head follows them, seeing Freya duck beneath one of their attacks. The other rushes toward her and slams its body against her, sending her flying through the air. Griswold would then hear yelling above him. He wou

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspiring {Gaius} +4 EN Finally getting into the fray, the three girls had already done a number on the weird looking creatures. There was one remaining, the biggest thing there. He could not even begin to understand what he was looking at but it was trying to attack the others so he would do his job and protect them. Flipping the handle of his hammer between his large fingers, it began to glow bright orange. It would walk forward and he would bash his shield against their face right before his hammer smashes them right in the jaw. It would shake what looked like

Standing in front of his crafting space doorway watching his girl and the two boys that were going to soon be family. “I’m coming with” saying in a hardy voice. Hefty steps shake the floors under each foot fall as he walks to the vault. They were heading to the foodie floor again, this should be interesting with the two chefs in the area. Looking around the inventory, not really sure what to grab. He was sure anything would do as long as it was something food like. Picking up the crate, not wanting to fall too far behind. If he was being honest it took him a bit longer to get anywhere being so

Standard Recovery +4 EN Again the party seemed to not miss a beat, especially with the serving that Kasumi was doing. Their team was operating like a well oiled machine, setting up the pins then knocking them down. Within mere moments of a fight beginning, most of the enemies were absolutely slaughtered. The smith could barely keep pace, and he couldn't decide if it was because of the armor or his age. The weapon pulled from behind him back into his hand, spinning the chain around his wrist. The guy picks up speed and drives that door sized slab of steel on his right arm against his would