Griswold

Standard Recovery +4 EN Last up to the plate as the man pivots from the back wall he needs to look off to the side as the room is filled with a bright blue light. Squinting he hurriedly seeks out his daughter, and is almost taken aback realizing that she was the source. "Are you alright?" Griswold asks checking her over like a concerned parent would and should be. No obvious signs of harm yet even still it was an obtuse thing to see. He'd blink but its hidden within his plate helmet. Righting himself and staring at the newly formed opposition, the man looks back to his child "Looks like

Looking to Eruda, the man offers his daughter a nod before tapping his helmet twice with an open hand before ripping the wall of a shield off his back. Pressing it into his shoulder, he taps it twice with his mallet causing it to ring out in a *clack clack* causing it to light in a dimly lit orange flame. The massive colossus starts to charge with that barrier held high, picking up a fair amount of speed before he impacts hard into an awaiting victim. It causes the creature to get steamrolled flat as he bull rushes clean through it much akin to Piasuhon would, sending a spray of green out from

The heavy splash of a heavier footstep eludes to a titan of a man that dwarfs most, clad in thick plates of dark blue that made him appear more like a machine. On his right hip he claims a small mallet and with a flick of his wrist it alights into a held torch, offering the smallest area of light in these decrepit and foul smelling sewers. "This place reeks." Griswold remarks, the sound resonating within his helmet and echoing similarly off the walls around them. The narrow passages offering the slightest sloshing sounds, as well as the sounds of running water to the mans immediate right. As h

9/8/24 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 230762 CD: 2 +1 LD: 10 Salvage Success - 7 (+5 Ambition) 2 230763 CD: 4 +1 LD: 1 Uncommon - 8 (+5 Ambiti

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8/20/24 Fusion T4 Perfect Weapon #201796c | BLD 1, DMG 1, HLY 1 + T4 Perfect Weapon #198705a | ENV-O 1, DMG 1, HLY 1 + 1 Gleaming Scale & 1 Demonic Shard: T4 Demonic/Polearm #227576 | HLY 2, BLD 1, ENV-O 1 Name: Epitome of War - Brionac Profession: Blacksmith Rank: 10 Roll ID: 227576 Roll Result: Item Fusion Item Type: Polearm Tier: 4

Turning on his heel, the mountain of a man pivots and slams his weapon as hard as he can against the nearly dispersed slime. The amplifier that was Shiina's music adding such a monstrous amount of oomph behind the blow. It splats and sends a large smattering of goo off in each direction, much like watermelon struck with a baseball bat. These congeal and begin to produce new bodies in their own right. Shuttering and taking shape, they begin to produce smaller halves of the same whole. This quest sure is annoying, the smith thought to himself. It seemed much more akin to old stories he hear

Tucking himself into the fray right behind the sheer potluck of potent powers that others were projecting. A momentary distraction as Shiina extrudes her cry of issues, as the tank heads into the thick of it. Heaving that hammer right into the mess, sees it pass harmlessly through his intended target. "Shit." Griswold barks out as he braces up. A string of syrup becomes a serrated set of spears. Holding his shield close to his body, they blind out in a bolstered blast of death. Raining in like 100 arrows, each connect with the wall held before him. The bulwark ignites in response, and the

The hearty tank steps back from the fire breath that Celeste had just spit out, an outcry that could make anyone smile. The chain now lax, the frame to which he was clutching the boss that was now nothing more then a splattering. A sigh of relief, as he pivots on his heel and hucks the hammer in Freyd's direction. A searing hot mallet right through an awaiting remainder, sees a shower of blue sparks. The fight was over... He turns and gives the chain a heavy tug, pulling the mallet back into his grasp. But the collecting slime breathes an ominous retraction of his thoughts. It was getting

Chains bound to the Slime King, members of the group taking pot shots at it while the bind remained. Griswold struggles against the creatures strength and pulls taught that binding. Even still the pressure on the line threatens to break it. A thought crosses the smiths mind, and with it a look of eureka passes his brow. He pulls once hard, then rushes the thing. Slamming his shoulder into the mass as he shortens the chains length. Using his foot to brace and overheads it into the floor beneath him. Undenounced to him however, it leaves a piece of the creature behind. This newly created child,

Upkeep: +28 HP (BH), +4 EN recovered Upkeep 2: takes 32 from BLGT The metallic chunking of plate armor as the well built boulder moved in to close the gap. The king was already clearly eying as many targets as it could, and it was his job to halt that shit. Twirling the hammer in his grasp he releases the handle and allows the chain to carry it. Spinning it and tossing it past, the king shifts as the coil flies right over its left shoulder. A singular tight pull, pulls that chain taught and hooks the small mallet like a barb in the things armor. One heavy pull with both hands sees them

Joining into the fray in the final hour, this would be the last before they'd have to spin around and face the boss. Griswold spins the head of his hammer, stopping into range with heavy footfalls. A singular heave with a downward strike connects, dealing considerable damage to all within range. The one he struck at first dies without an issue, the second however detonates. It sprays steaming hot gel in all directions catching the girls and himself in the blast. As he begins to tap with haste as it began to eat at his armor, what little remained started to gather beneath his feet. This had a w

Griswold lifts a heavy wall of a shield, his weapon charging up with energies as members of the group made a right mess of the chamber. Through a dark blue plated helmet, he scans the walls. Shoring up his embrace and clutching heavy the blacksmith's mallet in his off hand. These things were already long dead, weakly meandering before collapsing. "More to come." Griswold forebodes with a deep and gruff voice. Clacking his hammer to his shield, making the thing light ablaze in fire of its own. Others begin to slither out of the walls, his noise drawing them in. They'd have to clear the area if

Griswold slides in with this long string of green hanging off his right heel. Although it stuck to his boot given his sheer mass, it did little to slow him down. Instead it clung there like glue and kept stretching. It looked something along the lines of the worlds largest radioactive taffy. With a heavy grunt through a plated helmet, the man leans down and puts his hammer in the moosh before snapping the junk. This causes it to recoil and rubber band back like a tape measurer released. "I'm here." But curious he looks to Raidou. There was hardly a reason for two tanks on this affair, and yet

It me, I dont know If I am doing this right anymore 6/18/23 Fusion/Upgrading: adjudicator. | [#212589] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | PARA-V, ABS ACC, PRLYZ one-winged angel. | [#206621] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | DMG, FALLEN el diablo. | [#210647] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | TAUNT, FALLEN Becomes: adjudicator. | [#] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | ABS ACC, PARA-V, FLN II [desc.]: a dense, black matte sword. it has a separated hilt from the blade, and a thin neck, both made out of glossy steel. black cloth wraps around its handle. costs: x2 scale, x1 shard |

I dont even remember how to do this these days Fusion/Upgrading: adjudicator. | [#212589] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | PARA-V, ABS ACC, PRLYZ one-winged angel. | [#206621] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | DMG, FALLEN el diablo. | [#210647] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | TAUNT, FALLEN Becomes: adjudicator. | [#] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | ABS ACC, PARA-V, FLN II [desc.]: a dense, black matte sword. it has a separated hilt from the blade, and a thin neck, both made out of glossy steel. black cloth wraps around its handle. costs: x2 scale, x1 shard | [paid.]

3/15/22 (Demonic Fusion/UNID eval mess)

PH Performing Fusion for @Ruri UNID from Here = Unnamed Weapon +4 (T4/Katana/Perfect): Holy 1, Phase + (Cluster of Stars [202751a], 1 Gleaming Scale, 1 Demonic Shard, 1 Nametag [Ruri 202723a] + Ruri's Annealed Blade from 2014) Heaven's Mandate +4 (T4 Perfect Weapon (WH) - ACC 1, Abs.Acc., Holy 1 Acquisition ID [198525b] | Roll ID: 200758, 200759, 200760 | Reroll IDs: 200761, 200762, 200763, 200764 A pure white shaft of white metal that gives off a silver sheen and soft suffusing glow. = Name: Timeworn

Demonic Fusion 3/13/22 Materials Sent (Dated/Bahr)

PH Performing fusion of the following items:

A nod, as he offers a handful of col to the harbormaster. The NPC points to one of the small rafts fit for two players, and Griswold leans down to start unfurling the ropes. "Don't worry too much, I can take it. This wouldn't be the first time I've been struck by lightning." Griswold chuckles, as he casts the rope into the boat. Taking a step off the dock, the boat sways a bit and sinks a bit from the weight. "I don't know a lick about all that, we can find a fox. I'll leave the uh, folklore to you." Removing his plate helmet and tucking it on the floor, so he could see well enough. He reaches

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Another flash and a heavy suit of plate armor matched with a silverish shield that didn't gleam. The sun obscured and in the distance a scattering of a rumble graces the skies. Matched with it, the soft patter of rain as it glanced the top of pools of water that formed bogs between patchy grass. That same terrain rustles, as the man steps from Lazzaro's warp platform. Across the small village, the troughs where boats milled and moved through waterways. Bamboo frames covered in green growth from the humidity and a few bodies move on their own. Uninterested in the player's sudden arrival. Where

Griswold gave Freyd's weapon a curious stare, how the hell did it end up as gloves? Man, this game was a strange place. Before he can even question it however, Freyd gracefully redirects the man's attention to the blonde woman that was in the ring not but a moment or so ago. "Uh." The sudden introduction catches him off guard, and he finds himself as a deer in headlights. The wheels were spinning, yet the cuckoo wasn't out of the clock. Looking back and forth for a second, he sets down a bowl of ramen #14. "Hi, good fight. You really gave it to that other girl. Both of you can take a pounding.

Demonic Fusions 2/8/22 Materials Sent: 2/8/22