Griswold

Standard Recovery +4 EN Seeing that there were only a few left for selection, this was going to be over very soon. His hammer goes up as he starts to play wack a mole with the hiding feature of the game itself. One, two, three shatter into little shards that were very tan looking. His last hit would deal a decent amount of damage as he would see the health of the big but small dude tick down slowly. There was a mass amount of damage coming from all directions and this thing didn’t stand a chance against him and his team that were holding stronger than ever. Even with Raidou being here thi

Standard Recovery +4 EN Banging his hammer against his shield, everyone was doing fine for now but for how long would that last. He would need to get their attention for future attacks, that was if they lasted that long. Bashing his hammer against all that he could as they would all begin to stand but seemed completely confused by something. He knew why but they would all be too stupid to realize what was actually going on. “Over here you, you, THINGS” he was unsure what the hell to call them. Were they actually creatures or food? Would they be considered both? This floor hurt his noggin.

There was already a crate sitting on the fluffy brownish white floor. It would sink in a bit, he would set his crate down next to it and stand up right forgetting that he was too tall for this building. Leaning down just a bit he would catch a muffin with little bread ball arms peer over the counter top made of sliced bananas. “Welcome, I am Muffban. This is the Wild Breaden, and we sell, well, bread. Freshly made of anything and everything you can imagine.” Griswold just blinked a few times staring as he tried to figure out what he was seeing. “We got ingredients for your bread” was all he wo

Seeing something blue pass through his cracked open door, he decided to come here early today to get some things done that he had been holding off for too long. It had been about two hours and people were starting to awake out of their slumber. This to him would mean that it was going to start getting very noisy in the guild hall. Seeing that same blue figure pass by his door again. A few seconds later a message would come through. Ruri was the sender. That was most likely what he was seeing passing by his door. Shrugging his shoulders he would get up out of his seat with a grown and the poppi

Standard Recovery +4 EN Standing there staring as a limb is cut clean off the torso. At first he was unsure what or who had done such a thing but then the blue haired girl appeared out of nowhere. “Remind me not to make you mad, girl” he would comment as the man tries to reach for his leg. Griswold would simply step back as the dude started to shake. They would see small statics of electricity engulf the frame and for a split second you could hear the man even begin to scream out before POP. The dude bursts into nothingness. A nod of his head, he didn’t even need to do anything that time.

Standard Recovery +4 EN With a twist of his head looking down at the creature. He was trying to figure out what the girls meant by that. “His hands do look a little too big for his body” Griswold would comment. If he was being honest they looked like bowling balls. There were no fingers, just round flesh attached to the arms. The thing would twitch as tiny lightning streaks could be seen traveling across his body. The enemy would attempt to get up, Griswold and Raidou would both have the same idea as they kicked the dude in unison that was so perfectly timed. They would glance at each oth

Running toward the middle of the battle, the creature was already down for the count, Kasumi made sure of that. Clashing his hammer against the already ruined and torn open sternum. It would cry out in pain. Its health pool was nearly half gone and not everyone had attacked yet. The beast was snorting cause dust to fling away from his nose. It would not be much longer before the other things would be spawning. For a split second he would think about how the girls were doing with the little critters. He always left Vulcan back at his place when he left. He knew that while all three of the famil

Cloth in hand, moving each block of ingots to wipe underneath them. This was something that he did twice a week. It gave him a form of normalcy given that it was something he did on a daily basis back home. When the clock struck five am he would place the cloth on the counter and rearrange a few things on his main countertop. Thinking about what had to be done today, grabbing his hammer and glancing at all the metals laying on the side that still had to be processed. With an inhale he would begin to reach for one of them when his HUD would chime. It was Sam, she was really busy these days. A s

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 The things were acting all sporadic, it was like they knew that the end was near and they didn’t want to deal with anything anymore. They were running or rather hopping around like mad fools. Sweeping sideways at them each the moment he would get close enough to do so. Slamming against their frame causing them to backlash at the sudden threat. One of them would burst before they got the chance. The other two would team up and get on either side of him. In the same instance they would just and body slam toward each other making a Griswold peep

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +53 HP Seeing the creature’s vision go to one of the others, he would smash his hammer against his shield causing a loud clanking sound. The moment that it would turn he would whack in hard again what would be their face. It in turn would rear backwards and smash its body against him. Griswold slides backwards, as the boss was shaking their body like it had taken damage as well. Standing up straight as he would move back forward. “ON ME YOU, you” trying to figure out what to call the thing “YOU PEEP.” He would realize that it sounded a little odd co

Standard Recovery +4 EN The older man just barely gets out of the building when a sudden gust of wind blows past without warning. The sign hanging from its door slaps back and forth in a hurried *bang bang bang* as it threatened to break off and be sucked along the sonic boom. Griswold takes that as a motive, and pays a thumbs up to the store clerk before he starts to charge after the unseen ally. He knew that this was fairly common for their guild, to get wrapped up in whatever blew through town. Most of their other members didn't really flee from a fight, instead choosing to dive head f

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

Standard Recovery +4 EN With the deer dropped into the sand, the smith drops a small sigh of relief. Something about that thing gave him the heebie jeebies, it wasn't normal and it had to be an even weirder thought in Aincrad. It was weird even for the games standards. The moment the girl releases it and dusts herself off, the thing rolls twice and springs back to its feet. "The hell are you?" Griswold barks ripping that hammer on a chain back toward his right hand, lifting it up high and letting her rip. The thing beans the thing right in the dome, causing the eyes in its head to roll ba

Standard Recovery +4 EN Last out given he was an older coot, these kids really had a way of running circles around him. Without warning the young adults just rush away, causing the smith to sigh in exhaustion. More then likely that had some ulterior motive, and he was getting swept into it. That was proven fact the moment he caught up and saw things start to explode as he cleared the denser brush. A beach? The thought raced behind his tired brown eyes, pressing his helmet over his head. Enemies were getting torn limb from limb, all the while Raidou just stood there in that stoic way he no