Wulfrin

Wulfrin took in a deep breath as he prepared to advance. He had been given the game plan and he had mulled it over multiple times in his head. He placed his hand over Freyd's acknowledging the confidence his mentor had in him. Today it was ride or die. He pressed into the chamber as the tip of the spear for his group. The arena was a grim sight, like they were walking into the palm of a withered hand with the blackened and dying trees acting as the fingers. The ground shook as a blighted bear covered in rotted flesh roared throughout the arena. Eight fucking health bars? Wulfrin was suddenly s

Despite outward appearances, Wulfrin was keeping tabs on the crew's progress. Strictly forbidden from interfering by the system, Wulfrin kept his head on a swivel. Occasionally, out of their peripheral, the individual members would see a shadowy form, vaguely shaped like Wulfrin moving trough the trees at the edge of the clearing, even though Wulfrin was still nonchalantly lazing in his fishing chair. One of the many perks of his most recently acquired skilled allowed for a decent amount of multitasking. Wulfrin wasn't going to say anything unless they brought it up to him, as he knew they'd g

Wulfrin gave a silent nod to Jomei as he passed by and wished him a good haul. Even Adelyte had managed to point out his obvious deviation form the social aspect of the gathering. Truthfully he just didn't want to harsh any of the vibes that were starting to bloom amongst the attendees. Every now and then he would flash a glance towards Morningstar and the other player he was with. Willow, he thought he overheard their name, but he couldn't confirm it. Zandra then made the announcement of a scavenger hunt. It was an interesting idea that Wulfrin was keen to join in on. He dismissed his f

DATE: [10/23/24] RANK 8 BLACKSMITH | [EXP: 1844/2559] | Daily Crafting Attempts: 9+1=10 *2 Using Crafter's Respite = 20 CRAFTING BUFFS: Ambition Tool +1 EXP per craft Extended Workshop +2 EXP per craft Crafting T2 [Weapon]s: ID: 236234 | CD: 12 | LD: 16 | Success | Perfect -> Jeeves Crafting T1 [Weapon]s: ID: 236285 | CD: 5 | LD: 16| Success | Uncommon -> Colette (fuse with 230445 and 230447 from 9/8/24) ID: 236286 | CD: 12 | LD: 12 | Success | Perfect -> Astra ID: 236287 | CD: 12 | LD: 16 | Success | Perfect -> Oats ID: 236288 | CD: 5 | LD: 2 | Succe

Suddenly Wulfrin's training program was ripped directly from his hands. His role as mentor being rendered even more of a simply observation role. For not having done the quest before, she seemed to know exactly where to go without the need for Wulfrin's guidance. This may actually be to the groups benefit though. Wulfrin's was actively forbidden from assisting the new players in the system. To put it simply, he could only show the way to complete the objectives but he couldn't do it for them. Even the offered fondue would have no benefit to the swordsman. He simply observed as Zackariah comple

Wulfrin pulled the cowl of the Fallen Angel Garb over his head. With a nod Wulfrin took the items Freyd was offering over. He had witnessed them in action before, but these carried a special weight. It was a proper mantle passing at this point. Today he would become the offensive power house he needed to be. There were plenty of people counting on him today. He uncorked the vial of Trolls Blood and gulped it down with hesitation. The Crystal of Divine Light and Rhino's Horn disappeared into the pockets of his armor as Wulfrin turned on his heels to face the entrance of the arena. The sound of

Upon hearing the players' acceptance, Dorain nods with approval. "Excellent, I knew I could count on you! You might start with Zackariah, the alchemist. He's often doing projects for the town, so it may have been him that borrowed the money." He said nothing else and simply turned on his heels and left left the now party of four to their own devices. The sudden arrival of Siren caught Wulfrin off guard. As a fellow member of The Tracker's Alliance and a close friend of his wife, you'd think the two would have been on more adventures, but last Wulfrin had heard, she was adventuring with a

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"Another eager combatant," Wulfrin chuckled as he gestured to an open seat next to Astra. "Please sit down and snack a bit. I was just about to go over the plan." Wulfrin's fingers flew across his summoned menu once again. This time an info panel would appear before both players. It was an invite to join a party. Upon accepting the players would notice his name as well as the other new player appear bellow their own. "Let's start with the basics," Wulfrin folded his hands once more as Solaris came back to rest on the table. "Full disclaimer. Our first quest is going to be EXCEPTIONAL

"I'm crazy for just showing up," Wulfrin sighed in response to The Whisper's comment. "To say I'm stressed is an under statement. I've been going through every monster drop I've collected in my short time climbing the levels in Aincrad and I still have no clue if it would be enough. I almost feel like I've overprepared at this point." Wulfrin's attention turned to the only other player to arrive. Morningstar seemed particularly dower today. Wulfrin knew exactly what was eating away at him though. It was likely the thought of leaving behind that other player Wulfrin had only met briefly at