Wulfrin

Wulfrin approached the boss arena with caution. Sure enough there was the big boy himself curled up in front of a massive double door gate of the same wrought iron as the chains that connected it to the floor above. The downside was Cerberus was not alone. There were, by Wulfrin's count three other mobs orbiting their boss like guard dogs. An apt title as they appeared to be some kind of an infernal great dane, likely hellhounds. This was quickly confirmed when one came close enough for Wulfrin to see it's name. As Wulfrin stepped forward, making his presence known, the hellhounds howled

The lone and casually dressed swordsman was nearing his destination. The molten crag of the terrain was beginning to give way to large spires of obsidian, lava poured from the mountainous peaks like water. The rivers of molten rock twisted and coiled before colling and shifting the river's path. Solaris seemed to be right at home though. Wulfrin's body was beginning to get winded, but that was mainly due to adventuring strain. The heat was still being kept at nay by his Survival skill. How this could be comparable to a desert sandstorm? Wulfrin heard a loud roar form the nearby spires. At

As the journey continued, Wulfrin found his mind beginning to wander. Cerberus was classically known as the Gatekeeper of Hell. Wulfrin's mind began it's over analytical processes. If this game was going to pull from other mythologies, a detail he had noticed multiple times during his travels, then it stood to reason that this special region that Cerberus guarded was likely to be hell themed. The idea of exploring uncharted territory excited him to the point that Wulfrin picked up his pace a bit. "What do you think Cerberus is guarding?" Wulfrin asked to the ether. "You think there are an

The name of the game was travel, and travel Wulfrin did. He had dressed for the occasion, a fact he was grateful for, as the flatlands were even hotter than the volcano. This was mainly due to the ever shifting landscape created by the molten rock on the floor's surface. The terrain, hot as it may be, was at least extremely easy to traverse. Wulfrin kept himself pointed south towards the edge of the floor. From what the broker was saying, it seemed that Cerberus was likely in the mountain range border of the floor. The higher up in the floors he went the more elaborate the borders became. Why

It took a bit to make it to Knorilt Village. Mount Hellion was a steep climb, but at the very least it was a good workout. His survival skill was working overtime, as even through its protective effects the heat was palpable. When Wulfrin crossed through the gates, he was pleasantly surprised to find a city of Dwarves. The streets were littered with signs for various tavern, smithing, mining, and jewelry crafters. Wulfrin felt oddly at home as the sounds of metal being worked rang through the air like an orchestrated bell choir. Wulfrin picked one of the busier taverns to try his luck at

Wulfrin lay staring at the floor above him. He was tapped more than any of his other encounters. He panted heavily as he contemplated his poor life choices. In hindsight, he probably shouldn't have gone after a field boss with such reckless abandon, but he couldn't deny the amount of satisfaction he had for felling such a beast with such a severe handicap. He rolled himself up to a sitting position as he mulled over the dropped items. There was the bottle of Hellstorm, the expected and guaranteed drop of his foe. A few other items stood out as great import. he found a decent chuck of col and m

Wulfrin's blade began to glow a cerulean light as he took an offensive stance towards the flailing bird. As he exhaled, his breath was accompanied by a misty trail. Despite the unbearably hot temperature of Floor 9, the area around Wulfrin began to ice over. His eyes shifted to a stark icy blue and the whites of his eyes darkened to near black. The first ability to trigger was <<Charge>> as Wulfrin prepared to put everything he had behind the attack. As he grew close, he brought his blade down upon the helpless form of The Phoenix. "Sword Skill:" Wulfrin's voice echoed through

"I only have one shot at this," Wulfrin gasped for air as his body was on the verge of failing. "If I can stun it here, that will trigger it's rebirth. After that I just have to hope it doesn't pop another of those infernos." It was a sound plan. He had managed to get a max stack going of Scale Breaker meaning its armor was as low as it was going to go. If Wulfrin was lucky then that meant it had no more armor to chew through. If he wasn't well let's just say he would likely be finding a one way ticket to the afterlife. With gritted teeth, he charged forward, his blade glowing a crimson r

Wulfrin did not in fact have this. It was quite the opposite. The phoenix nosedived right for him in an attempt to take out the unprepared swordsman with one final blow. Wulfrin's eyes narrowed and with calculated precision, he sidestepped out of the way just in time. His blade was charged with another Scale Breaker that swiftly found it's mark in the giant flaming chicken's back. The Phoenix craned its neck around in swift order jabbing it's superheated beak into Wulfrin's right flank. Wulfrin slid to a stop a few feet away prone on the ground as the phoenix unleashed yet another torrent of H

Wulfrin couldn't have been proven more wrong. He pressed his attack taking smaller, less damaging, strikes where he could. Finally he found another opening that allowed him to charge up another Scale Breaker. Like before, the Phoenix shivered and quaked from the impact. As Wulfrin was recovering the giant inferno of a bird took to the skies out of reach and flapped its wings downward, unleashing an unbearable wave of heat across the battlefield. Wulfrin was toppled from his feet as a significant chunk of his health bar faded. He was in the yellow. It was a dangerous zone to be in, even more so

Wulfrin arrived at the Phoenix's nest in record time. There sleeping peacefully in the distance he could see the majestic fire bird. Wulfrin slowly drew his platinum sword as he readied for combat. The beast roared at his approach and took to the skies. Wulfrin was the first to act, his blade becoming engulfed in an emerald light. While the bird was more flames than scales, Wulfrin's Scale Breaker sword art was till a nasty piece of work. The singular heavy blow was usually enough to not just send enemies staggering backwards, but also put a sizeable dent in their armor. What Wulfrin wasn

<<Quest Details>> The fires of Floor 9 were not welcoming this time around. Wulfrin had only been through this literal hellscape a couple of times at this point. He had toppled an entire bandit camp and even helped a crew of frontliners farm the field boss here for the raid. Now that he had some down time, he figured it would be in his best interest to start working towards creating a stockpile of items to increase his ever-growing toolkit. In this case the Phoenix needed to be slain once more to ensure he always had at least one Hellstorm on hand as it could help him lesson t

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@Jeeves Prototype v.17 | ID 236234 | T2 Perfect Weapon (Projectile) | Bleed 2 | Para 1 Desc. An intricate hidden crossbow, concealable within the long sleeve or a loose coat of jacket. @Eliseris Steel Halberd | ID 236289 | T1 Perfect Weapon (Polearm) | DMG 3 Description: A Halberd made with sturdy wood and tempered, sharpened steel. Often a reliable tool for many fighters. @Cobean Hunter's Bow | T1 Perfect Weapon (Projectile) | ID: 236732 | DMG 3 Description: A Bow commonly used for hunting and precision. A well-aimed shot can prove to even take out a few monsters t

New Item Crafts: Prototype v.17 | ID 236234 | T2 Perfect Weapon (Projectile) | Bleed 2 | Para 1 Desc. An intricate hidden crossbow, concealable within the long sleeve or a loose coat of jacket. Honed Longsword | ID 236286 | T1 Perfect Weapon (Straight Sword) | ACC 2 | DMG 1 Desc. A longsword crafted from tempered steel. It is perfectly balanced to allow it's strikes to hit true. Elven Shortsword | ID 236287 | T1 Perfect Weapon (Curved Sword) | ACC 2 | DMG 1 Desc. A slender curved blade designed for precision strikes and elegant maneuvers. Steel Halberd | ID 236289 | T

"Alright next game," Wulfrin sighed as he moved away from the cup game. "What's next?" Wulfrin scanned the area before his eyes landed on another spread of games. This set up infinitely more familiar to him. Snakes and Ladders was a game he had played plenty of times before. Despite his best efforts, Wulfrin was unable to score top marks on this one. By the looks of it, the system was also forbidding him from participating any more. He collected his earning, a simple jewel with the image of a dragon's eye carved inside it. It was familiar to him as a drop from the dragon matriarch on floo

"Ah don't mind him," Wulfrin waved his hand in the air dismissing the curiosity in the most nonchalant way possible. "Let's just call it a safety net." Based off the time that had passed, their time in the clearing would be coming to end soon. As Wulfrin was beginning to pack up his stuff, his line went taught and with a heave, he pulled the catch to the surface. At the end of his hook was a small ornate box. Once the rest of his gear was safely stored in his inventory, Wulfrin opened the box with care. A silent fist pump of excitement came from the swordsman turned fisher as he dismissed

"Yeah that'd be me." Wulfrin placed his drink back on the table. "Trust me the name is fitting. I'm actually the bait not the newer player. It will make sense later. Come, sit, have a drink. Best you learn what it is you'll be walking into." Wulfrin gestured to the table as a bountiful spread of assorted meats and cheeses appeared on the table between them. Wulfrin gestured the other player to sit and conversate, should they wish to. The spread wasn't anything beneficial stat wise, just a little ice breaker Wulfrin liked to bring along to help smooth over the awkward "I don't know you pha