Wulfrin

"Okay cool," Wulfrin said to himself as he eyed Calisto's HP bars. "Decent dent but that was also with twenty-three other players helping out." His blade began to resonate with the echoing sound of Zandra's command. The icy mist pooled around his feet as he watched the beast prepare it's onslaught against their shadowy tank. As the giant Kumatetsu knock off recovered from playing with its chew toy, Wulfrin spotted his opening. The area around him shook as he moved at in human speeds, closing the distance in seconds. Icingdeath arced across the bear's underbelly. In its wake, a gash even l

<<Quest Details>> PH * * * Note: CS Shades of the Gemini is active if any player objects to this, they should note such in their first post and it will be considered inactive. Wulfrin consumes Gungir Shard 239050 | Sharkcuterie Board | T1 Demonic Feast (6/6) | ACC II | EVA II | ID: 239171 - takes one portion shares the rest with party (5/6 remain) [desc.] A daring spread featuring a variety of cured and smoked shark meats, paired with exotic cheeses, crackers, and a hint of seaweed garnish. This adventurous platter offers a bold flavor journey, perfect for thos

"Well that was fun," Wulfrin chuckled as he started his trip back to the warp gate. "Definitely Hell beyond that gate though." "I'd say so," Konteris agreed inside Wulfrin's head. "Though I'm not to keen on wading through two opposing factions for a dungeon." "That just means the loot will be that much better. Besides Cerberus doesn't seem to respawn that quick, so we should be able to go in at full. Assuming I come straight here." "I suspect the Cerberus rematch will be slightly more difficult than this one was." "I'm fully aware. That's why I had a special armor commissio

The soldiers recovered from their stunned state. They continued to enclose on Wulfrin's position. This time Wulfrin let them get close enough that he didn't need to rely on his custom skill for mobility. He wasted no time raking his sword across the form of each devilish hellrider, causing a cascade of fractal data motes to fall around him. He glanced behind him to double check the gate was still open. As far as he could tell it wasn't making an effort to close on its own so he would likely have to enact the motion himself. "Through the gate!" Wulfrin called to no one but his familiar.

"Another wave incoming," Konteris announced as he and Solaris returned to Wulfrin's side. "If you can take these out quickly, you should be good to leave." "Fantastic news." Wulfrin chuckled. "I'll fell this wave and then we bounce. I think we've over stayed our welcome." As promised four more devilish scouts, Hellriders they seemed to be called, emerged surrounding Wulfrin again. This time though, he focused his mind ant manifested three shades to assist him. These were of course near identical copies of himself, though attire wise they wore his Fallen Angel Garb. One strike from ea

The group of devilish soldiers closed in. Of course this was as Wulfrin intended. Like moths to a flame, they surrounded Wulfrin, their blades and spears armed to strike. Wulfrin was faster. Much like the champion of the Floor 24 Coliseum that he had bested, Wulfrin drew his invisible circle, marking his territory. Typically this motion was a traditional samurai technique, but lacking a katana, Wulfrin's longsword would have to do. Funny things like that happen playing a Japanese game. Four precisely timed strikes went out as each soldier attempted to encroach his realm of influence. Honestly

Wulfrin's hair stood on end. In a split second, their conversation interrupted by a pack of four devilish soldiers. They had no armor, but carried silvered weapons. In a quick motion Wulfrin intercepted them with his AoE stun. He had to buy himself some time. He also needed to keep up momentum as form the look of his assailants they were likely scouts. Wulfrin glanced back to the now open gate behind him and realized why Cerberus was placed where he was. It wasn't to keep players out, it was to keep this war in. "We can't let them cross the gate." Wulfrin planted himself between the gate

The duo stepped across the threshold, and immediately the heat became more intense. They had entered a sprawling plain of cinders and brimstone, caked in black ichor and bodies of fiendish creatures of both demonic and devilish origin. Immediately Wulfrin's mind cliqued as to what world he had just entered. This wasn't your typical Donte's Inferno scenario, but a massive war between the evil forces of both chaos and law. "The Blood War." Wulfrin muttered as he over looked the sprawling battlefield before him. "You're familiar?" "Unfortunately. It also means we can't stay long. T

Wulfrin turned his attention to the massive gate before him. It was definitely infernal in make, so he was leaning more and more towards his suspicions being correct. From what he could tell there was no obvious way to open the two massive doors, save the giant knockers way too far out of reach. "Who forged this thing?" Wulfrin asked quizzically. "Fucking Fire Giants?" "Wouldn't be too far out of the question." Konteris added. "Though none of my people have ever hear players mention them even existing." "Yeah, but your kind is kind of floor locked so your data is limited."

Wulfrin pivoted and turned his attention to the remaining two mobs. He was making exceptional pace this go round, and soon would be crossing the threshold of the gate. This version of Cerberus was merely a stepping stone, as Wulfrin had found out that you have to rematch the Infernal Guardian for the Sword Art to drop. No matter, at least he could get a peak in before returning in full force. His blade hummed to life again as he executed another sweeping AoE attack. Two more showers of fractal data particles exploded from his now downed foes. A few seconds later, a pop up apeared signaling the

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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