Baldur

I was informed that my build no longer meets the item rules, and staff offered to let me re-evaluate one of my items. I would like to change this: into this: Thank you

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

Baldur had been at a loss for words when Hirru had asked him if there were people at the raid other than their group of raiders, the people he described being unfamiliar to him. What could this mean? He knew of his friends memory issues, perhaps something was leaking through? How should he answer that? The gaijin samurai had opened his mouth, unsure of what to say or how to comfort his friend, when the man seemed to get embarrassed as the silence stretched a moment longer, and ushered them on. Should I have said something? What does this mean? Who could they be? How much should I pry?

Baldur noticed Snow blushing prettily at his words, but he didn't let that stop him. Too often people were afraid or embarrassed of what needed to be said. The important words. People should be complimented, praised, encouraged, and friends should know you love them. Baldur wasn't afraid to say any of these words, or to say them with conviction. It was, perhaps, even more illusion breaking about him being a gaijin samurai than his being a gaijin. Contrary to popular belief, Baldur was not trying to be Japanese, nor was he role-playing at being a Samurai. Indeed, he had never once referred to h

Thanks for the clarity! Keep up the good work.

The day before: A hustle filled the large open square in front of the Dreamer's Temple, the guild hall of Jacob's Ladder. People were rushing about, gathering supplied, both food their own crafters had made, as well as those that he and Shield arranged to be bought from Firm Anima and other associated crafting guilds. They had a large storehouse of them, but constantly needed to be restocked. Part of their role with the guild was to hand out supplies to those who showed up at boss fights unprepared. It meant the divesting of tons of resources for which the guild rarely saw returned or com

Baldur squeezed her hand back. If glory and pride could have been made manifest, they would have erupted around the two of them. Pride for what Baldur felt for Snow, taking his hand and taking the next step forward. Always so hard. She pushed through her fear and frustration and guilt and all the emotions holding her back, but she made the choice with a purpose. The steel melted slightly as her resolve took hold, and she could see the pride in her eyes. Glory surged within him at the feeling of relief and exultation at his words seeming to reach her and have the desired effect. "I promise

"Good." Baldur said half leaning, half sitting on a bit of a large fallen tree behind him as he saw Snow struggle with the feelings raging inside of her. He had to be careful here, she needed to redirect those feelings toward growth instead of towards self pity. He hoped that this combat would put a bit of shock into her, though perhaps with the hate shenanigans he chose a quest poorly. The girl did seem surprised at his choice of words, perhaps she was expecting more empathy from him, but while he did empathize with her, his heart aching at seeing her distraught, he was here to build her