Wulfrin

"Damn it's cold," Wulfrin said rubbing his hands together, trying his best to get warm. "Of all the places for the gate to spawn, why did it have to choose this frigid land. I'd have prefered it to appear on Floor 22." Wulfrin was not at all dressed for the occasion. Gone was the heavy armor he was usually clad in. In its place he wore a simple short sleeved red tunic and tan trousers. His brown leather boots were truing their best to keep out the cold, but he was still on the verge of hypothermia even in this virtual world where cold wasn't supposed to bother him. Regardless of how it lo

There was one last major drop to get in preparation for the raid. Upon doing some digging, Wulfrin learned of a field boss known as The Lich King on Floor 14. It's drop was an item known as The Darkness Salve, a one use item that could boost his wife, Ciela's, mitigation to new heights. Since she was planning on joining the frontlines in the fast approaching raid on Floor 29's boss, Wulfrin saw no better time than the present to sneak in a brief jaunt. The clock was ticking, so they had to move fast. "No time for big buffs," Wulfrin said as he hefted the Blade of Zariel over his shoulder.

Wulfrin simply smiled as he continued his flaming barrage off attacks. Icingdeath hummed with an icy resonance as he danced through the air in a contradictory song of ice and fire. his creepy foe lumbered and shambled around the battlefield, raking its claws wildly through the air. Wulfrin found the briefest of openings in its flailing and exploited it with zero caution. Ice engulfed the entirety of The Watcher removing its ability to move. Fire burned around the ice and yet it did not melt. The frigid tomb provided the perfect place for the deadly toxins to pulse through the field boss's syst

THREAD CLOSURE: Wulfrin 6157 EXP: 4359/5 * 7 + 1% exp (Tracker's Alliance R1) 932 Col: + 923 [para lvl 5] + 1% col (Tracker's Alliance R1) 1 Mon 1 Guild Token (Tracker's Alliance) Oscar 8797 EXP: 4359/5*10 + 1% exp (Tracker's Alliance R1) 1332 Col: + 1319 [para lvl 5] + 1% col (Tracker's Alliance R1) 1 Mon 1 Guild Token (Tracker's Alliance) Ariel - The Crowned Lion 9,581 EXP: 4359/5*10 + 871 [Mega Slime Farm] 20,862 Col: 19425 [loot] + 1437 [para lvl 5] 2 Mats 1 Mon T4 Trinket (1) | [245061] Katoka 6340 EXP: 4359/5 * 7 + 4% exp (Firm

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"Hey kat," Wulfrin spoke announcing his presence. "Long time no see. What brings you to Glyndebourne?" Wulfrin stood before Katoka in a different gear set than the last raid. Now he was clad in a combination of his old red attire, his previous all black aesthetic, and blackened steel plates. Wulfrin's Blade of Zariel radiated light from over his shoulder as he approached. The smallest hit of stubble starting to grace his chin. He looked battle hardened, but yet in the days since the previous raid on this floor, Wulfrin's sorrow filled demeanor had all but faded. He was dressed for a missi

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Purchase: Experience Boon | [1 Token] x5 Gain +(200 * Tier) EXP. This effect applies immediately upon purchase and cannot be traded away. Wulfrin gains: 200*4=800*5=4,000 EXP

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"Morningstar and I were sailing on The Black," Wulfrin continued as he began to recall the events. "Our sloop was sinking in the raging storm that rolled in, so we were forced to dock at a nearby light house. The place was creepy as the keeper was no where to be found. We had to solve different puzzles like an escape room to enter the basement. Inside we found the lighthouse keeper, but he was... no longer human. We found his notes, and apparently the mobs called shamblers are the NPCs in a corrupted state. Whether or not the other horror mobs are a similar situation remains to be seen. It cha

Wulfrin's icy blade was in direct opposition to the fiery floor around them. Another wave of Hellhounds approached, their numbers thinned to near extinction. With blinding speed, Wulfrin charged and corralled four of the remaining beasts before trapping them in a whirlwind of frigid strikes eventually leaving them as nothing more than motes of light. Wulfrin's survey of the battlefield told him they were nearing the end of their venture. "Freyd!" Wulfrin called out pointing out the last group to the Whisper. "If you can wipe out those last few pups, we can head back and regroup. Drinks o

Wulfrin wasted no time making use of the opportunity provided by Morningstar's bear trap. It was a move Wulfrin admired. If Morningstar hadn't Wulfrin would have. Guess what they say about great minds must be true then. Wulfrin's blade continued to burn as he continued his advances. The unusual nature of blade and art felt weird even to him. Perhaps both the sword art and the sword having ties to the hells was what made it possible for such oddities to occur. Ciela was trying her best. In her defense all the training she had done up to this point had been yell at a thing, thing runs up to

"You got this," Wulfrin reassured his spouse. "Remember every miss makes your attacks that much stronger. Focus in. Predict its movements. Once you find your opening, exploit it. These aren't the low level mobs of floors past, this is the big leagues." Wulfrin was a whirling dervish of fire as he effortlessly danced around the Spectral Knight. His usual job of stunning and weakening defenses had been taken over by others, leaving him with just damage. His blade was a walking contradiction now. An icy blade wreathed in fire was not exactly a natural occurrence. As Wulfrin carved into the b

"I have no frame of reference," Wulfrin sighed as Freyd continued with his odd descriptions of the carvings. "The bird like one could be a condor, like the Nazca Lines, but that's also a stretch. As for your so called ripper, I've not gotten a chance to tango with that one." Wulfrin turned his attention to his own carvings. None of which made any more sense that the ones pointed out by The Whisper. The same imagery repeated, a four armed mass holding a chain with a bell affixed. Could that possibly be the secret this place was trying to hide. The whole thing was giving Wulfrin the heeby g

Wulfrin watched as Freyd effortlessly around the knight before them. Clearly Freyd was familiar with their movements more so than Wulfrin. Not a surprising fact since Wulfrin had only faced off with one of them and it went down before it got to do anything. Unfamiliar tentacles wrapped around the knight holding it in place similar to how Persi used to do. If this was a new familiar for Freyd, Wulfrin desperately wanted to keep this one alive. Wulfrin's blade erupted in a controversial torrent of ice and fire as he charged forward. Following in his wake, a crimson phoenix with golden plumage so

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"I... uh..." Wulfrin stammered. He began to blush, both from embarrassment and flattery. "I didn't prepare anything before hand." Wulfrin's mind took off like the A-Train in New York. Words lost all meaning in his brain as he struggled to piece together even a sliver of tangible and comprehensible thought. He was caught off guard. Of all the enemies and threats he had faced, this was the one that he was most afraid of. He continued to stand there, trying his best to keep his composure, and basically failing as tears began to well in his eyes. Then he stopped, took in a deep breath of fres