Baldur

Thorny vines erupted form the ground and tried to grab Baldur and the party. He saw the icon showing the bleed effect appear and then disappear as his antidote worked its purpose. He struck at the vines holding him down to regain his freedom of movement, and then he felt the rainbow glow of Zandra's power fill him. She was right, it was time to end this. Baldur spun with his blade, and the arc of the sword art left him and sailed a short distance across the field of battle to strike the boss, but Baldur didn't turn back to look at it. Facing the rest of his party, he began to sheath

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Kataa, Battle Healing, Curved Sword, Light Armor, Charge, Quick Change, Extended Weight Limit, Energist, Searching Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: Meticulous, Emergency Recovery, Bull Rush, Parry, Combat Mastery: Damage, ST Shift, SP Refunded: 123 (should be everything) Cost: Utilizing Paragon Level 25's Free Skill Respec

Somehow, Freyd was back again. This was the second time the tank had faked him out, but last time he saw the man's HP bar go down to zero. What was going on? Was this like last time? Like Alkor? Was something changing and death was no longer on the table? Maybe there was some trick and no one had really died. Or maybe Freyd was in on it. How else could people die and come back? It should be impossible, but there wasn't any explanation. Speculation could wait though. "A little heads up next time you need to go AFK to change your avatar." Turning to face Callisto, Baldur watc

♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ The boss roared a mighty roar, so powerful that it seemed to be searing the very pixels of the game, breaking away the ground to view the mesh lines beneath them as Freyd called for them all to take cover. They moved quickly, sheltering behind the tank. Everyone except for Wulfrin. They all seemed to realize it at the same moment. Everyone looking at the man Freyd had helped train to be here, left out in the full brunt of the oncoming attack. Kuso he swore. Each of them twitched as if to move and help the man who was stuck in the post sword art freeze, though it was

Fire erupted from Freyd and seemed to burn away the fines that were trying to drain life from anything it could. The gaijin samurai looked towards Freyd and gave him a quick nod as a salute for his quick thinking and action taking care of the strange new lair action that they had seen. Turning quickly back to the bear, the health bars nearly depleted, Baldur charged once again. The bear was occupied with the tanks and the myriad of abilities being used against it, but Baldur took a measured breath, his energy ticking up for a moment as he waited for the moment to strike. As Callisto turne

Several things suddenly happened a once. Callisto seemed to almost implode in upon herself, decaying as if it were a speed run competition. Then vines suddenly erupted from the ground attacking the raid and seeming to draw energy from the members and back into the boss. At the same time, she picked up Freyd and other tanks, seeming to draw him into her. Kuso! "Freyd!" Baldur rushed forward as the tank was engulfed. Baldur tried dodging the lash of the vines, but he needed to do something about their tank before who knows what would happen to him. He put his hand on the sheathed

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The display of the numbers showed that Freyd had been critically hit again. It seemed like every attack was critting their tank, but he was able to keep it going. He had been trying to stun the boss, or trip it up, but the attacks didn't seem to be having an effect on the boss. He needed to switch it up and the sword he wielded, Teayre's sword, thirsted for blood. He saw his abilities were coming off of cooldown and he needed to do something with them. He would start his rotation once more. Rushing forward, he aimed to position himself where he could unleash a more powerful attack. H

The boss seemed to be building up to something, but as yet hadn't done anything beyond the expected. It seemed like even though they had run through many of its health bars, they had seen all of its tricks so far. It was a curious choice of game design. Usually the bosses had a trick up their sleeve, but if this was just a tank and spank for their group, then they should consider themselves lucky. He gave a quick scan over the raid, noting a few players health go back and forth like ping pong balls between red and green, but at least the groups were prepared to heal. The bear leapt forwar

Ghosts whispered past them in the decaying trees. Echos of the death and corruption that over-consumption brought upon the natural world. The gaijin samurai, however, was good friends with ghosts. Within the circle of his blade's range, his... zettai ryoiki... concentration was absolute. The bear roared and lashed out at the raid, and he saw a few players drop into the red, as well as other like Mina be brought back up to healthy again. It was a dangerous dance they were performing. "Remember, a hero of the front line is the one who lives to fight in the next fight! Don't think you're a h

The giant bear took a swipe at Freyd, and he expected to see the man's HP bar move a little, but the amount it changed was not an amount the gaijin samurai could notice. Freyd was forced back on the soft ground under the force of the blow, but was able to shrug it off to the side. Zandra cried out words of encouragement, the energy of her leadership serving to buff their stats and Baldur saw the small icon show up with his status effects. Everything is going according to plan. The boss's health bar was getting close to dropping off the first bar. 8 health bars was a lot, even for a b

The gaijin samurai stood back for a moment while the other groups gave their speeches of encouragement, and watched the younger fighters leap forward at the earliest moment, charging into the fray in a way only the vigor of youth could allow. Flashy sword art launched at the bear, an impressive array of particle effects and proccing attacks. The light show was almost enough to make him nostalgic for fighting alongside his friends and comrades. But that was always tempered by the deaths he had seen. He walked carefully up towards the floor boss, a necrotic bear decaying the area around it

"Really @Freyd, Thank you. You're a scholar and a gentleman." he glanced at the man's weapons after a good motivational speech. "Did you switch to the Katana? For some reason I thought I remembered you wielding a different weapon." Before he could get an answer out of the man, he felt someone bump into him. He might have been able to tell who it was just from the smell, but the scent of death in this place hung thick. Still, the impending battle and awful smell did nothing to dampen his spirits. Baldur couldn't help but let out a low laugh and put his arms around @Lessa, hugging her

The blue and white haori wove its way through the bog of stench, working his way through the trees and people of the raid until he found his target, @Freyd. He gave the man a slight bow. It had been a while since they had seen each other. First at the Raid, and then again at the tournament his guild hosted. "It seems I am filling in for an absent member of your team, Freyd. It is good to see you again." Baldur turned his smile on the rest of the group, two of which he knew very well. "Mac. Zan. Good to see you both again." He had heard Wulfrin offer some consumables, and Ba

Baldur had not been far afield when he received Jomei's text message. He had seen Hirru preparing for the floor boss fight and he had seen Mac fluttering between floors again. The fight would be well in hand as had previous floors. Best to let the old grudges die and let those more up to the task carry the fight forward, but some part of Baldur could not be too far off, just in case. They were still his friends after all. Reading through the text message, Baldur started to head towards the clearing where the others waited, his blue and white haori just barely staying above the muck. When