Wulfrin

"Next wave incoming," Konteris spoke directly into Wulfrin's mind. "Yep," Wulfrin responded back. "And they will fall just like the rest." Another prediction that proved to be true. Another coordinated attack form Wulfrin and his three clones and the four wolves popped around him. It was an elegant display of coordination as each version of Wulfrin moved in perfect unison, their weapons alight with a crimson hue. Wulfrin really needed to come up with a distinctive name for his sword arts. He had basically developed his own style of sword play in SAO. The system itself didn't have des

Wulfrin was in full crowd control mode. With extreme speed, while being assisted by the system via a sword art, Wulfrin dashed around the room landing a strike against the four zombie dudes that had entered the kill zone. Two of the already severely weakened zombies finally fell to his strikes, being quickly replaced by two more. One of the remaining two froze over into a statue that quickly thawed. Bothe of the remaining two found it incredibly difficult to move, as Pinball had basically denied them the courtesy. The sheer amount of effects being stacked on the poor bastards was slightly sadd

"Should be any minute now," Wulfrin sighed standing up form his little set up. Wulfrin had been silently keeping count of how much time had passed since the last wave of wolves was dispatched. By his count another should materializing soon. Turns out he was correct. Eight pairs of glowing red eyes flickered to life from the forest around him. Before they could even leap forward, Wulfrin had already taken an offensive stance, Icingdeath poised to strike out. With precision timing, four wolves and three more Wulfrin clones rose to meet them. A series of four united strikes and several flash

"What had you so zoned out?" Konteris asked. "Build plans," Wulfrin responded. "I was thinking to the future. If we are planning to go and hunt down this archdevil, I am going to need to change up my strategy. I've been running around as a extremely simple DPS. I've also been trying to do too many things. I figure the upcoming raid will be a decent gauge of my abilities. Though after, I will probably be shifting myself around. Might try a full scout build. High speed, AoE focus. Perfect for cutting large swaths of mobs down." "Apt choice. Especially considering we have no clue what L

Wulfrin dismissed his loot menu with a swipe of his hand. For the most part, Wulfrin's haul form the random swarms of wolves that were spawning around him was a hefty one. He had already collected enough Demonic Shards and Gleaming Scales to complete his current projects that were mulling around in his head. The first was an upgrade to Icingdeath. The reusable stun was nice, but that was the only thing he was really getting from it. The damage from the freeze effect only benefit players that attack after him, and as a player that goes out and one shots most things in his path, it's rarely gett

"Time?" Wulfrin scoffed. "I'm a Tech specialist. I'm not built to farm mobs. I'm more focused around inflicting one or multiple targets with a metaphorical Christmas tree of damage effects and crowd control. At best I'm a scout." "I mean," Konteris interjected. "You can always change that." "Perhaps after the raid. I don't really feel like learning a whole new move set just before an important event such as the floor raid." "Understandable." Wulfrin's shadow divided into three again as another group of wolves emerged from the forest. Each wolf received their own crimson hue

Another set of wolf howls filled the air, just as Wulfrin's energy topped itself off. "Hold that thought," Wulfrin sighed as he stood from his chair. "Looks like the wolves are back." "On your six," Konteris agreed as he melded back into the ground becoming Wulfrin's shadow once more. "Nice farming area you've found though.' "Trust me. It only works because I can obliterate them in one strike. This would be a different story if I were at my proper level. I can't one shot mobs at that level yet." "Give it time." Four wolves leapt from the shadows just like the group bef

"So a legend amongst your people?" Wulfrin asked. "Means he must lair on Floor 6." "Not necessarily," Konteris corrected as he watched Wulfrin cast his line back into the river. "As I stated before he has the capability to roam the floors of Aincrad at will. That's the reason none of the Gemini have been able to find him. Until that Freyd fellow learned to manipulate the shadows, none of us could even consider leaving Floor 6." "So only by dying at the hands of your player and hitching a ride can you maneuver the floors?" "That appears to be the case." "Looks like you and I

Wulfrin returned his focus back to the river, materializing the fishing rod again. He decided to make a little fishing set up, materializing a folding chair and tacklebox to rest his feet on. Wulfrin flicked his wrist, sending his line towards the center of the wide river. Wulfrin's energy bar had almost completely depleted again in that fight. The lowering of his level was likely to blame. Wulfrin was a Tech Art specialist. Most of those specific arts, like the Stunning Strike, were collected arts and as a result were the equivalent of his Rank 5 arts even though they had no ranks themselves,

As Wulfrin recovered from the attack, four more Wolves emerged to attack him. He focused once more, summoning himself form the shadows of his incoming enemies. Wulfrin and his three shadows raised their similar blades that erupted with the vibrant crimson light of Stunning Strike. With one burst of energy, the Wolves burst into a cascading shower of fractal motes of light. Once more his vision was clouded by the various pup ups from the slain mobs. He wasn't going to complain though. He hadn't been fulfilling his deal with Riardon lately, so the Col and items were a welcome sight. "That a

Emerging from the tree line were several grey coated wolves. From Wulfrin's headcount, there were some where around eight or so prowling their area. Wulfrin stowed his fishing rod away in favor of his platinum longsword. Four wolves leapt from the bushes towards Wulfrin. Wulfrin took in a deep breath and concentrated for a moment. From the shadows of the leaping wolves, shadowy duplicates of Wulfrin appeared behind them with similar swords drawn. They mirrored Wulfrin's attack as he cut through the wolf closest to him. All four blades met their respective wolf at the exact same moment causing

Wulfrin mulled over what his Gemini, Konteris was saying. As far as Wulfrin could tell, the Gemini mobs existed solely to act as a mob for a player to kill or spare in order to unlock specific skills. Wulfrin cast his line back into the river and watched as it danced upon the waves once more. "What kind of history?" Wulfrin asked. "As far as I was aware, Gemini like yourself were only located on Floor 6. Levistus seemed to have come from somewhere beyond." "You haven't learned anything have you?" Konteris ridiculed. "The Gemini are more than just simple mobs. There are more entities

A late night fishing trip hadn't been on his mind, but the opportunity was too good to pass up. Wulfrin cast his line into the river with a gentle flick of the wrist. The bobber rest gently on the river's surface as it occasionally moved. The sounds of the forest were eerie and haunting. The sounds of prowling wolves could be heard in the distance. The perfect target should Wulfrin become ready to strike out. "You know," Wulfrin said to the dark forest around him. "This is probably the longest you've sat without so much as a word." "I've just been thinking," A second version of Wulf

Wulfrin went for Yeff's sword arm this time. The Delaying Strike sword art found it's mark with precision. Solaris pulled back as the darkest elf's blade clattered to the ground. Not long after, Yeff's HP dropped to zero. Within the scattering of his fractal motes of light, Wulfrin noticed a small vial on the ground. Picking it up and opening it's info menu revealed that it was in fact the item he was looking for. With a simple gesture, the item disappeared into the void that was his inventory. "Too bad Yeff didn't have the stats to drop anything else," Wulfrin sighed. "Guess it's time to

Wulfrin continued his assault against Yeff, The Darkest Elf. His blade erupted with the emerald light of Florenthian Howl as he brought it to bare against his elven foe. Yeff brought his blade to meet Wulfrin's, causing the blow to only graze his form. Great. Dude can Parry. Wulfrin thought to himself as he pivoted around Yeff. What he didn't expect was Yeff spinning around to follow him and thrust his blade outward. The pain receptors buzzed a bit in Wulfrin's right shoulder as Yeff, The Darkest Elf removed its blade from the wound. Wulfrin's HP barely moved, though that wasn't surprising. Ev

It only took a handful of hours to locate Yeff. The waning hours of night time within the Forest of Wavering Mist was not making it easy, but thanks to the combined abilities of Solaris and his Night Vision Mod, Wulfrin was managing to make decent progress. He followed the elf for a few moments until they approached a clearing perfect for ambushing his target. "Alright Yeff," Wulfrin said as he stepped out of the shaded woods, reveling himself. "Time to hand over your salve. I kind of need it for helping out some friends." The dark elf jumped a bit before drawing a beautifully crafte

For the first time in several cycles of Cardinal's ever shifting day night system, Wulfrin found himself traveling to Floor 3. There weren't many reasons to come here, mainly just to participate in a prison break quest and mini golf in a maze. Wulfrin's attention however was pulled towards something else entirely. His target was a fugitive dark elf named Yeff. He was told that they were some sort of escaped criminal, though the information was rather plain. As it turns out, it was just some player trying to pull a fast one on him. After a bit of digging, Wulfrin did come to realize that the Fi

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"Unfortunately yes," Wulfrin sighed as Jomei asked his question. "Kumatetsu is the only one I've faced. The other keepers I only have speculation on." He pointed to a skeletal figure seeming to rise out of a river of twisted faces. "This is the only one I have any speculation on. I don't know the name or location, but I am assuming this is the sentinel of the afterlife. If I had to guess, we'd need something with holy to combat it. The others are even more obscure. Too be honest, I kind of stopped researching once the labyrinth boss was defeated. It was nothing but grind grind grind at that po

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"Pleasure to meet you!" Wulfrin nodded to Morningstar's plus one. "We can catch up later when you aren't swarmed. I owe you an apology anyway." The crowd was even starting to make Wulfrin uncomfortable. Instead Wulfrin made his way to the refreshments table and added the finely crafted cake from Fondante's Inferno. HIs wife, Ciela, had slaved over it the day prior and he didn't want her hard work just going to waste while he waited for a chance to catch up with his friend. Wulfrin moved a bit further down the beach to one of the open docs. He remained in ear shot, but figured he could kic

"Well would you look at that," Wulfrin smiled as the tablet clicked out of place. "Mission accomplished." Out of curiosity, Wulfrin opened his quest log to where his previously corrupted data for Scents of the Wild was housed. Having recompleted the first of the quest, the data seemed to have fixed itself. That or it was a special flag to avoid line skipping the deciphering portion of the quest. Cheeky Cardinal always trying to keep the players from skipping where they could in an attempt to "speed run" the floors. Come to think of it, Wulfrin hadn't seen any speed runners taking part in

Still recovering form the labor of the task the previous god put him through, Wulfrin scrolled through his inventory to find the damned nymph whistle that accompanied his second invite to Olympus. Why he couldn't have gotten only one invite rather than two separate ones he didn't know. Wulfrin found himself at the edge of Corinthia, along it's coast away from prying eyes, as requested and sounded the whistle. As he did the tides calmed, the wind ceased, and a mist started to roll. For a moment he thought it was the mist of Icingdeath but this mist was more of a sea based mist rather than dry i