Griswold

Blinking twice to remove the bewilderment of having the entire battle begin and end damn near before he managed to get through the trees, the smith closes the slit of his armor. A flicker of power as his stamina drops, causing his body to begin to pick up speed into a sprint. Like a bulldozer he rampages right into the frey with his shield held high. It collides and with a stop his shield arm extends, battering the hapless victim in what amounted to the force of a car crash. The thing is immediately shattered in a sharp pop that throws a spray of blue data shards out from the point of impact l

Getting ready for more work, the pile seemed infinite but doable. A chime of his HUD gets his attention once more. “Busy bee’s” is all he would say with a huff of breath. Just getting to his shop makes Vulcan all excited then up and leaving again. “Sorry buddy. I will be back” he hoped. While walking he would pull up the quest that was apparently just released. I was something different than what was done every other time before this. Patting his familiar on his side, picking up his hammer and leaving once more. Floor 30 seemed very popular, he was still not sure what he thought about it. A fl

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspiring {Shiina} +4 EN, Combat ended (Rhino's horns reset if there were any used) Standing there watching each creature right after another just die right in front of him. There was a mixture of brutal, gratefulness and straight up murder happening all around him. He was not even sure if he was actually needed. There was stuff freezing and shattering in the same instance, things catching on fire and bursting like a stuffed turkey. Enemies being struck by small sparks of lightning there came from absolutely nowhere. The clouds in the sky looked fluffier than ever

Practically chasing Shiina knowing that she had a weird effect on some folk, walking into the building that the girl walked out of. The bird man was standing there with both winged hands on the counter top and looked kinda terrified. He would take his helmet off to give a smile. “Sorry about her. These crates are for you to help get your storage in check.” The bird man would take a deep breath of relief before saying “Okay thank you.” Silence had taken more than a minute of his time. “Okay” was all he said before the others began to come in and set their crates down as well. He would turn to l

Lifting his hammer up as Shiina seemed to be in a huge rush, it was clear that she was excited about something. Usually she was dead to the world at this time of day but not today. He had stopped work after the message of help was received, he was already here delivering the daily goods so why not join. He had not seen Raidou or Eruda so he would be the acting tank of the party which was fine, maybe he would get a hit in. If not that was fine, there was always next time. Even if he had to be there for strict support, at least he would know that everyone would be safe with him there. Grabbing a

Santa Claus (Kazushige Sanda, Palette swapped hair color) - Sanda - 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