Griswold

A grunt, and for a moment he contemplated punching Gaius, but the fact was he was right. "Now, now boy, it's clear she believes in it. Lighten up a bit." No matter how strange it was, that she just was listing off whatever was on her mind, the truth was it wasn't something anyone could act on. Griswold wasn't even sure he believed what he saw first hand, let alone something recounted by virtually someone he knew nothing about. Worse, that it all seemed the work of fairy tail. He blinks softly for a moment, giving Sam's shoulder a squeeze. "Sit down, get the girl some coffee and shut your mouth

The smith turns to Simmone, still a little unnerved when it came to one on one exchanges. "It's been going, how's that apprentice of yours?" It was a bit odd, small talk between business associates as best. He didn't see his girls nearly enough for his tastes, but they were their own people with their own ambitions. He couldn't really expect them to want to hang out with their old man all the time. The whole place seemed to liven up, more people crawling out of the wood work. Some he recognized, others he did not. His mind hangs for a moment, and for that brief instant he cannot shake the feel

Quest Complete: 7771/30=259*5=1295 7771/300=26 Seeds Griswold 1295*6=7770+5000 [Quest Completion]+1500 [Ancient]+2000 [Ugzeke]+2400 [Sand Dollar]=18670*1.45 [Event/Tag/Slime] = 27071 EXP 1*Crystal of Divine Light [201986a] Freyd 1295*13=16835+5000 [Quest Completion]+1500 [Ancient]+2000 [Ugzeke]+2400 [Sand Dollar]=27735*1.45 [Event/Tag/Slime] = 40215 EXP (800 Thread Closure) (24000 Sand Dollar) (75000 Quest [Griswold/Freyd/Kasumi/Shiina/Celeste]) (74308 Dropped [Freyd/Celeste]) (4060 Laurel [Griswold]) (6032 Laurel [Freyd]) (4342 Laurel [Kasumi]) (4342

A parade of heavy footfalls, the girls were talking, and he'd yet to see Celeste socialize with anyone. Not at least in a civil manner. The few times he'd met her in the guild hall, she wasn't much of a talker, much more like a yeller. The smith catches up to the two that Freyd didn't just vaporize under a complete overkill explosion. Grabbing them like a pair of lobsters out of a tank, he slams them together like crushing a fly. They splatter, smattering a bit of that green mess onto his face. "Yep." He dismisses it without much thought, clapping his large right hand onto his forehead and sme

Joining toe and toe with Freyd, the girls were virtually indisposed. It would be on them to put an end tot his mess. Freyd was basically about as durable as he'd come to expect, and Griswold despite his size still had quite a bit of his endurance. "Guess it's on us, yeah?" He looks to the dude he'd been shoulder to shoulder with quite a few times. A hammer spins, and crushes a little spaghetti like remaining beasts into the sand, they pop like beetles leaving a nice size smear where they die. The data was a sickly emerald green, as he steps on the last, crushing it flat. Lifting his foot leave

Shouldering past Celeste, Freyd had grounded the thing, and he was going to take advantage of the moment. Griswold was a big man, and like a wrestler after two heavy foot falls he leaps and drops onto the thing. An elbow claps into that beast with some serious force. The sound of air escaping its lungs as it's forced to start coughing. Moments from a concussion, Griswold begins to wrangle, reaching for a throat with a rather hefty forearm and locking around its neck. "I've got it!" He barks with a reassuring boast, the golems arms find his and start to fight back against the hold. The hands we

Slamming his hammer against his shield, it begins to sputter and spark in heat. Sparks fly after a few blows, and it lights in flames. Hammer then shield, connect one after another, and you can hear the thing reel as some of its fleshy bits begin to steam and turn nice and ripe. It smelled like a diner, and the special? Crab meat. It starts to scamper away, having felt quite the honest impact and its HP plummet in nearly seconds. Sword like feet stabbing into the sand as it starts to dig, looking for some stones hidden under all that loose grains. It needed something, anything to sustain itsel

A heavy looking barrel in his arms, a door swings open with the flat of a large foot. The guild hall, as ripe as ever this early in the morning. As he moves toward the back and up the stairs, a delivery of arms as was customary, ready to be divvied out to the rest of Aincrad as a whole. He kneels low and locks it to the floor, before sliding the thing out of the main stay with his leg. "Another one down." Griswold barks, moving a hand to his brow and wiping the bit of sweat lingering there. Sounds of footsteps ring out below, as expected. He was the first, but surely wouldn't be the last. The

The sudden shift forward catches him off guard. It was clearly still a beach, but the sky was a different tone. Floor 24, in the blink of an eye. "What the hell." Griswold remarks, as his eyes fixate on the woman, before transitioning to the rest of his party. Turbulence, and as he corrects, a massive crustacean worms its way to shore. "What the hell." he immediately repeats himself, raising his shield in defense. They were a show to this woman, and Griswold couldn't help but a feeling of déjà vu. Where had he seen her before, it was right on the tip of his thoughts. "Wait, form up." The smith

As that towering behemoth falls to one knee, Griswold starts to rush at the cretin. Aiming for the bit exposed by Kasumi not but seconds before, he'd attempt to draw its ire through force and save the sure thing for a rainy day. Slamming the shield into it, you see it spark and engulf in flames. It spreads and begins to tear down up the massive appendage. Immediately, the flesh turns black, having been scorched by that flame and the fact it was made of wood. A struggle of jerking joints but pressure against them sees them start to move and lumber and get up. "It isn't done, prepare for a count

This begins on floor 19 Solid footprints sticky in sloshy pits, a heavy frame doing its best not to sink in. Cupping a hand to an exposed head, as rain beats down his shoulders. "You think it's over here?" Griswold recoils, speaking back toward the rest of the group. They all were more than ready to take this one, and each of them in their own rights needed to clear their thoughts. Each of them searching without knowledge of the others doing the same. An excuse that was easy to conceal, as this wasn't out of the norm for their guild. But each had their own reasons for the sudden drive to

Lurching forward and coughing, his body still burned and there was a bit of metal shavings stuck to his skin. They could have been left over from his forging. To his face, cradling his head in his hands as he leaned forward on that stool. "Why..." He chokes out, the dream being piloted and lucid. The truth of the matter was, Himiko had taken everything from him. He blamed himself, and was so desperately clinging to the idea that he could make it back in time. How Anna was fairing without him, it haunted every waking moment. Shiina had reminded him this, Setsuna had reminded him as well. Both c

The room catches fire, as his whole life goes up in smoke. A dream quickly shifts to nightmare. Daughters gone, and with them a home. Holding but a single child of three, as that entire world came crashing down. And yet you can see her age, grow in an instant. Before her skin starts to flake, smolder at the seams, and she becomes ash alongside it. Rushing with feet that don't move fast enough. Tired, old. In the wake, nothing more than a blaze at his back and nothing. Strength only lasted so long, virtue only so strong. Latched around his wrists, irons, that pull hard against them and drag him

Change waits for no man nor woman Blow after blow on an anvil. Each spark parading off in violet flashes of light, each stroke casting a glare against the smiths face in but a brief, instantaneous light. Kindling behind him a forge, living and yet tired. A long day, and with it a sea of weapons forged with high expectation. It was pleasant to be useful, it was helpful to be distracted. The hammer rattles as it's cast on the iron, reaching for a white rag riding his right shoulder. Dabbing his brow, removing sweat that, despite his resistance, heat was getting to him. Parking his back

11/8/21 Demonic Fusion

PH for PLOT Sorrow's Song +4 (T4 Perfect Demonic Light Armor - Vampiric [Def], MIT 1, Light Momentum) Acquisition ID [200140d] | Roll ID: 201323, 201324, 201325 | Reroll ID: 201326, 201327, 201328, 201329 A light wool cape the lightens its wearer’s strides and is also somehow durable enough to resist the most intensive heat. Fuse with (1 Demonic Shard [Adding Miti 1] + 1 Gleaming Scale): Queen's Gambit +4 (T4 Perfect Light Armor - Vampiric [Def], REC 1, Light Momentum) Acquisition ID [198468a] | Roll ID: 201351, 201352, 201353 | Reroll ID: 201354, 201355, 201356, 201357

11/8/21 Materials Sent: 11/7/21 Fusion: Nadja's Allure Fusion: Vampire's Kiss Total Cost: Gleaming Scale: 3 Demonic Shard: 2 Tier Up Ticket: 1 (Shield) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Fusion: Nadja's Allure Fusion: Vampire's Kiss Total Cost: Gleaming Scale: 3 Demonic Shard: 2 Tier Up Ticket: 1 (Shield) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 11/8/21 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 201433 CD: 12 +1

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PH (Oh boy, here we go again) Name: Titan's Spine +4 Profession: Merchant Rank: 5 Roll ID: 198748b Roll Result: See Above Item Type: Shield Tier: 4 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Flame Thorns 1, Mitigation 2 Post Link: Here Description: A rathe

Charge CD [2/3], Concentration CD [2/5], ID:200371 | Battle:8, Craft:8, Loot:9 (+4 EN) The impact rattles his eardrums, flames quenched within an instant by the same small girl he'd equipped. Freyd was forming his own army with an expectation, and was fully intending to carve her to pieces. What they needed was time. Once the dust settles, its Raidou holding her at bay. But it wouldn't last. "Hold in there, boy!" Griswold barks before glancing to Eruda, it was clear it would be on them to buy that precious time. With a surprising amount of speed for such a large fellow, he leans into his

Vulcan stands as the smith beckons to him, it was time to head back down the mountain. The flame elemental yawns, giving that tiny high pitch whistle at the end just like a real hound. Heavy footfalls, as he stepped down the incline, his face twisted in thoughts. Griswold was trying to play mental comparison, and couldn't see enough evidence that it could be. "There is just no way..." The smith mutters, having most of the trip back to ponder it. The final step where it begins to level out sees his frame jiggle, as the g forces from the descent correct. He tosses down the tan sack where th

Shaking his head, attempting to break loose the distraction as he swings again. More stone falls in the shape of rubble, revealing these small, darting lines of minerals. A rich gold shade that shot like string through the dark rock. "That's more like it." Griswold remarks, kneeling down and sifting through the pieces. Vulcan perks up, it was time to eat, and he knew it. "Wait a second, boy, Let me figure it out first." Griswold smiles, using a heavy hand to shove the newly nosy snout that was intervening on his personal space. He whines in rebellion, so food motivated. A single piece found in

Clack, Clack, Clack Vulcan lays just next to a large stone. The amber glow of magma is blotted out by a large black cloud that was the sky. Mt. Stygian was still ripe with heat, enough that Griswold had to pause and take a large forearm to his forehead to remove the sweat. The familiar whines toward the smith, who chuckles. "Just a bit longer, boy, stop being a baby." As he spins his hammer, with a small chisel head strapped to the front of it. He winds his arm back and slams again, seeing chunks of stone fly in scattering sprays. The refinery was running out of metals to work, and there

"Uh, woah, slow down a bit." Griswold tried to ponder the principle, the kid had a load of questions that he couldn't quite answer. "Let's check the papers." He grunted out, making motions for the guild hall's massive table. Sliding about multiple sheets of paper, one after another, and dismissing them if they didn't seem to fit the bill. Floor 12, had a field boss that harnesses lightning from storms. It was a swamp, but perhaps it could meet the requirements. "If something much bigger can tap electricity, then maybe some surrounding animals in the swamp can do it as well." It was a gamble, s