Wulfrin

DATE: [9/21/24] RANK 7 BLACKSMITH | [EXP: 1189/1279] | Daily Crafting Attempts: 8 x 2 using Marisonian Breakfast (crafter's respite) CRAFTING BUFFS: Ambition Tool +1 EXP per craft Basic Workshop +2 EXP per craft Lucrative: Salvage LD 6+, +2 Exp per craft Crafting T1 [Hammer]s ID: 232713 | CD: 1 | LD: 1 | Crit Fail | Materials Lost ID: 232714 | CD: 1 | LD: 2 | Crit Fail | Materials Lost ID: 232715 | CD: 6 | LD: 19 | Success | Uncommon ID: 232719 | CD: 2 | LD: 19 | Fail | Materials Lost ID: 232723 | CD: 9 | LD: 16 | Success | Rare ID: 232727 | CD: 6 | LD: 18 | Succe

Wulfrin flanked around the prime example of mitosis before him, following Morningstar in to attack in a pincer formation. This would ultimately prove to be a terrible move, as when his blade moved towards the Slime King, everything came crashing down... literally. The Slime King morphed its body to avoid the strike from behind, not shocking considered it was very fast at reactions. The abomination? Well it now had a sword with no swordsman wielding it lodged in its gelatinous form. "Crap baskets," Wulfrin said seconds before his expediated meeting with the slime covered stone floor with a

Wulfrin was content to play his role as the DoT applier. He actually enjoyed it. It made the battles less chaotic and easier to manage when you didn't have overconfident NPC's attempting to sound big and tough with a blade buried several inches into their form. He picoted around Cordelia, striking in the narrow window of opportunity left in his thawing foe. Another solid blow from his blade caused more of what little armor the Bandit Boss had to shatter to dust. They were absolutely melting the dude, yet it's attention remained fixed solely on Wulfrin, exactly where he wanted its focus to be.

"Yeah I can mop up," Wulfrin said as he moved passed Mina and Freyd. "Been a while since I've waltzed through a dungeon, specifically the cave of Wonders. Freyd had to bail me out. I'm just happy to get the chance to redeem myself after that." Wulfrin would do just that. In one fluid motion, he struck at the remaining kiity cat. It honestly felt more like stealing a kill than anything. The beast had barely any health left, yet it popped just like any other mob. The spray of fractal motes caused him to sneeze just as bad as Freyd did. Why was the usually mild allergy to cats kicking up her

Wulfrin was the first to step up to the boss's challenge. The Bandit Boss had barely enough time to take a breath before Wulfrin's blade was barreling down on their form, an emerald light trailing behind The Boss's form began to crystalize as icy tendrils began to spider web from the contact point. Along side the ice, what little armor the boss was wearing began to crack and break as a result of his sword art and their veins began to churn and bulge from the toxic venom that pumped through their veins. "You should probably rethink your plan of attack then," Wulfrin said before letting off

@Omen Rune-Forged Axe | T3 Perfect Axe | ID 231985 | DMG 3 Desc. An axed forged from the sharpest steel. Etched into the head are intricate runes designed to make the weapon as ornate as it is functional. Stamped into the metal is the signet of sentinel armaments only visible under close scrutiny. Guardian Shield | T3 Perfect Shield | ID 231986 | Taunt | Thorns 2 Desc. An intricate collapsible shield that can be stored away for easy travel. Stamped into the metal is the signet of sentinel armaments only visible under close scrutiny. Exile's Armor | T3 Perfect Heavy Armor | I

"Yeah I guess," Wulfrin contemplated. Freyd was now speaking the same riddles and fallacies that his Gemini had. "Spend well over two years in some other world being digitally inserted into your grey matter and those questions do start to rise. Who's to say we aren't just some random bits of data floating around on the internet just playing human?" Wulfrin sipped on the tea as he mulled over the queries placed before him by Freyd. Sure they were pretty much the same ones being presented by his Gemini, but they were being presented in a different context, one without a duel to the death pr

"Mind over matter huh," Wulfrin spoke, latching on to Freyd's advice like it was the only life preserver in a rough sea. "I guess that makes sense." The shadows around them dethatched from pretty much every object, and person, in their immediate area. Soon there were several extremely familiar figures standing behind Freyd. Wulfrin's hand instinctually reached for Icingdeath. He had to force himself to release the hilt. He was already on edge, and it was better to just let it ride. He took a deep breath to recenter himself before looking the figure that came from his own shadow in the eye

"Note to self," Wulfrin said as he entered the almost abandoned feeling of the Guild Hall. "Bring something to liven the place up next time. What do you think Solaris? Would a sword and shield placard look good right about there above the bar?" The invitation Wulfrin had received was an odd one. Morningstar had established a guild and approached Wulfrin about joining. Wulfrin had already been shopping around for a guild since he had been running solo for a while now both in the field and in the workplace. That and his friends list was extremely short. Guilds had always been on his radar,

"Exactly what it sounds like," Wulfrin said still trying to process the event. "It wasn't just my Gemini present. The duel was still one on one, but there was an audience." Wulfrin could see the concern starting to well up from The Whisper across from him, their eyes narrowing as if attempting to pierce an illusion. Wulfrin sighed as he went and topped off the tea cups. He took a sip from his before continuing. The more he talked the better he started to feel. There were so many questions that needed to be answered and right now he only knew one person who could possibly answer them.

"Make it four," Wulfrin corrected. "Seriously though these guys are push overs." The buff faded from Wulfrin's blade but it wasn't necessarily needed. His blade arced through another wave of incoming bandits. Two disintegrated into a volley of fractal motes of data that scattered on the wind. Two more became oddly placed ice sculptures, forever preserving them in the seconds before their death. These bandits really needed more security. Solaris began to enter a holding pattern near the center of the camp. He hadn't needed his familiar at this point as he was confident his targets wou

"Yeah about that..." Wulfrin said with a sigh. "Let's just say the topic is a bit of a rough one." Wulfrin very quickly downed his current cup an took a deep breath and prepared for to open the flood gates. He was hoping to maybe avoid the subject just a hair longer, but it seemed that the band aid could stay on just a bit longer. He placed his cup down on the table and looked up to the air above Freyd's head. "I recently refaced my Gemini," Wulfrin sighed like he was unloading an immense amount of baggage. "Their demeanor was a sharp 180 from the last time we crossed blades. It taun

Item Crafts: Rune-Forged Axe | T3 Perfect Axe | ID 231985 | DMG 3 Desc. An axed forged from the sharpest steel. Etched into the head are intricate runes designed to make the weapon as ornate as it is functional. Stamped into the metal is the signet of sentinel armaments only visible under close scrutiny. Guardian Shield | T3 Perfect Shield | ID 231986 | Taunt | Thorns 2 Desc. An intricate collapsible shield that can be stored away for easy travel. Stamped into the metal is the signet of sentinel armaments only visible under close scrutiny. Exile's Armor | T3 Perfect Heavy Ar

DATE: [9/17/24] RANK 7 BLACKSMITH | [EXP: 1124/1279] | Daily Crafting Attempts: 8 x 2 Using Marisonion Breakfast (crafter's respite) CRAFTING BUFFS: Ambition Tool +1 EXP per craft Basic Workshop +2 EXP per craft Crafting T3 [Axe]s ID: 231984 | CD: 2 | LD: 3 | Fail | Materials Lost ID: 231985 | CD: 12 | LD: 11 | Success | Perfect Crafting T3 [Shield]s ID: 231986 | CD: 12 | LD: 12 | Success | Perfect Crafting T3 [Heavy Armor]s ID: 231987 | CD: 2 | LD: 6 | Fail | Materials Lost ID: 231988 | CD: 10 | LD: 11 | Success | Rare ID: 231989 | CD: 5 | LD: 17 | Salvag

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“You know,” Wulfrin said with a sigh. “It feels weird to hear you coming.” Shifting his position from the stone, Wulfrin sat akimbo across from Freyd at the small tea table before him, setting his blade to the side for comfort. His eyes were nearly lifeless, only briefly revealing the usual glint of excitement as he eyed the new armor of his mentor. He had heard rumors but expected them to be nothing more than that, his home being in the same vicinity of Firm Anima’s guild hall had some perks in that regard. Wulfrin picked up a porcelain cup and sipped on the coffee presented to him.

It had been a few days since Wulfrin's last dance with his Gemini. The experience had left him shaken to the core. Wulfrin's intention that day was to be a constructive one, yet he had ended up doing more harm to his psyche than good. Every night since he had driven Icingdeath into his own heart. It was almost routine to stare at his cursor as if waiting for it to suddenly shift, after all he had basically committed murder. In his defense the mob was meant to die or be spared so realistically he had no reason to worry. Regardless of circumstances the echoes of voices around him screamed. Monst

Everything was over as fast as it had started. Wulfrin pulled himself to his feet, doing his best to shake off the trauma he'd just endured. The quest panel still hovered in his view, another badge reminding him of what he had done. He put his blade back into its scabbard. It felt heavy and seemed to be lacking it's frosty mist. Wiping away the last of his tears and sorrow, Wulfrin pulled the cowl up over his head and began his solemn walk back to the teleport gate. Solaris must have sensed its master's feelings as he perched on Wulfrin's shoulder as opposed to his usual plan of flying around

"You are wrong about one thing," Wulfrin sighed with remorse. "You do have names on that monument. You said it yourself. You are me. Having seen how you carry yourself, I can confidently say there is likely one of you for every player in Aincrad. Each of you a part of a dyad so unbreakable it transcends the very code that makes up your being. Know this my friend. I do not take your life today with joy. I take it knowing full well the weight that will be put on my shoulders. I take your life so I may help others in the future. Allow me one last vow to you. Our name shall not appear on that monu

Wulfrin silently listened to the, rather vague in his opinion, plan for this quest of theirs. It wasn't long before the group had set foot into the maze before them. Wulfrin pulled out a piece of chalk that he had picked up coming in, having figured they would be entering, and began to mark symbols on the wall that would help lead them out once they were done. Solaris was keeping just below the top of the walls, their normal trick of tag teaming situations like this proving to be unusable. Wulfrin pushed to the front of the group as the last undead fell. Maybe the orange player wont be so bad.

The Gemini's words stun more and more each time. Wulfrin could feel every strike form both blades as if the two were linked. His HP gauge only dropped when actually struck by the Gemini, but every strike from either blade. Wulfrin stared into the eyes of his Gemini. His own mortality finally coming into perspective. "I've been told enough," Wulfrin said in a solemn tone. "My faith is grounded by those I trust with my life. Most notably Freyd, the one who showed me how to get started in this world, Morningstar, a close friend and mentor who taught me to slow down and make the most of my si