Wulfrin

"Let's get going then," Wulfrin said as he put his fishing gear away. "The Nepent Forest is a ways from here. You wont have to worry too much. It's true your armor will scale down to Tier 1 but you should still have plenty of mitigation to tank the hits." The trip to the Nepent Forest was not very long. It was located closer to the village of Horunka. There used to be a quest located there that granted players a weapon, Anneal Blade. Unfortunately that quest had long since vanished from the directory. Now there was little reason to travel to the small village outside of a rest point befor

"Mob grinding date it is then," Wulfrin chuckled. "Those AoE skills can be absolute energy guzzlers. There might be some add-ons and mods you can get that help reduce the costs. Having a comfortable bed to sleep in helps too." Wulfrin immediately started to back pedal. "I - I didn't mean to rub it in your face." Was it maybe a bit preemptive? Probably. He didn't even know if she was going to take the unintentionally harsh remark about sleeping conditions the wrong way or not. He decided to play it safe and apologize before she could snap back at him. He had seen her fiery temper, and wou

"You must be new then," Wulfrin said as he set aside his current project. "I mean to say you must be new to the combat scene." Wulfrin took a look at the new player's order. They were purchasing one of his upgraded kits. That meant his spreading around of the info was reaching important ears. Some minor adjustments were made by this new player, but they weren't outrageous. Truthfully they were always meant to be more inspiration than anything. They also served as a nice transition to later game mechanics. "A pink sword is doable I suppose," Wulfrin smirked. "But I think you made the

"Well," Wulfrin said as he recast his line into the river. "I tend to find myself with a large amount of unidentified items that I pretty much only junk out. I don't always have a need for the Col from them and I really only care about Unique enhancements, since those are the main stays of late game gear." The idea was formulating in Wulfrin's mind but it was a half baked one. He didn't have the slightest bit of knowledge when it came to running a business. The only experience he had was here in a virtual game and he could see how well that was going. His beloved Ciela had skyrocketed in

Fusion: Two Uncommon T1 Martial Arts Weapons [222961] + [222962] -> Rare T1 Martial Arts weapon Two Rare T1 Martial Arts Weapons [222965] + [Above Fusion] -> Perfect T1 Martial Arts Weapon Result: Limbo | T1 Perfect Martial Arts Weapon | ID [222974] | DMG III Desc. A simple pair of metal brass knuckles. Their name "Limbo", taken from the first circle of Hell in Dante's Divine Comedy, represents them being the first of Onkei's weapons. Stamped on the inside is the signet of Sentinel Armaments. New Item Crafts: Adamo | T1 Perfect Light Armor | ID [222971] | REC

DATE: [4/21/24] RANK 6 BLACKSMITH | [EXP: 581/639] | Daily Crafting Attempts: 7 x2 Using Crafter's Respite [192098-1] = 14 CRAFTING BUFFS: Ambition Tool +1 EXP per craft Basic Workshop +2 EXP per craft Crafting Tier 1 [Martial Arts Weapon]s: ID: 222960 | CD: 2 | Fail | Materials Lost ID: 222961 | CD: 6 | Success | Uncommon ID: 222962 | CD: 6 | Success | Uncommon ID: 222963 | CD: 2 | Fail | Materials Lost ID: 222964 | CD: 2 | Fail | Materials Lost ID: 222965 | CD: 11 | Success | Rare Crafting Tier 1 [Light Armor]s ID: 222966 | CD: 2 | Fail | Materials Lost I

With two quick motions, the coat and armor vanished leaving be hind his simple black tunic. Gently he pressed her leaking face into his now unarmored chest. He wrapped his arms around her lovingly and began to run his fingers through her copper hair. The moment was peaceful and romantic. The two had gone through a lot together in the short time they had known each other. Now they stood together waiting for that fated day when they would be called to serve on the frontlines. Wulfrin didn't want it to end but after a while he released her and wiped the last of her tears from her face. "Next

Caution was not on Wulfrin's mind at the moment. Out here, nothing really posed a problem for him. Unless Cardinal repeatedly sent wave after wave of mobs at him, ensuring he never got the chance to recharge, even the things scaled to him fell in one to two hits. This was all fine to Wulfrin as it meant he could reap easy rewards. Come to think of it, he was walking with an aspiring appraiser. Perhaps the monster drops could do the man some good, if for nothing else than simple grinding fodder. Ultimately Wulfrin would likely junk the items anyway, might as well give someone the chance to earn

"No complaints from me," Wulfrin said as his familiar came to rest on his outstretched forearm. He walked beside Katoka, Solaris still slightly ablaze sharing his natural heat with those nearby. "I managed to locate it, but I lost my party member in the winding streets. Apparently she got to engrossed in that book of hers. If it weren't for Solaris here, I'd be one frozen solid and two unable to find you guys." Truthfully he was just rambling. Everyone seemed to think his entrances were flashy despite most of them simply being his flaming eagle just pointing them out with a circular fligh

Everything was going smoothly. The two of them worked well together, so well that Wulfrin let his guard down almost entirely. He unwrapped a fresh donut that had been prepared for him a while back. he kept a nice little stash of all the discarded and non-stat boosting snacks that his sparkling future wife would simply throw out. He listened intently to the battle raging behind him. It was going well, Ciela had the wolves on the run and his attack had softened them up enough she could easily dispatch them. He heard the sound of Ciela's Sword art finding its mark, but there were only two sounds

Just as quickly as it was handed out, lunch was brough to an end. While it was true Wulfrin was eager to recuperate the massive blow to his pocket book that was a wedding befitting a raid group, he still wanted to take the time to enjoy the meticulously prepared meal of his beloved. Her cooking never ceased to amaze him. it seemed like everyday she was developing some formula to recreate a new flavor from the real world. Her food was infinitesimally better than anything an NPC could produce, and it only got better the more she practiced within the kitchen of Fondante's Inferno. Wulfrin had bee

Having failed his previous attempt, Wulfrin resigned himself to relaxing by the rolling river. Occasionally a fish would jump, causing him to peak out from behind his closed eyes at the sound of the plop. There was another reason he had decided to relax in the grass. He was attempting to sense the strange tremors that had been rumored. So far they seem to have subsided, but who could say if they were truly over. As he lay in the grass, the cool breeze almost lulling him to sleep, he heard his companions growing exceedingly frustrated. All he could do was snicker lightly under his breath. Truth

Wulfrin groaned as the group continued towards the city gate. It's fine. Wulfrin found himself pinching the bridge of his nose as he attempted to shake of the growing anger. She's just poking fun. There's no harm in it. Just let it ride. As they approached the gate, Wulfrin snapped back into his more jovial state as if nothing had happened. The one constant of this gate in particular was the NPC guard. Marv, he had hear the man be called by several players that he traveled with. the name became synonymous with the guard to the point Wulfrin made sure to call out to him every time he passed thr

"Alright," Wulfrin said with a shrug. "Group up and hit it 'til it dies. Sounds like a plan." The ever loving group mom that was Ciela always warmed his heart. Having constantly fresh snacks being handed out like candy was nice and comforting. It worked wonders when it came to the ever looming threat of death in this virtual prison to which their lives had fallen victim to. Wulfrin enjoyed the little snack he was provided with gusto. By the look on The Lightbringer's face, he did as well. Thrump The ground quaked as the heavy footfalls of a large creature impacted the ground. Im

Character Name: Wulfrin Character Description: Age: 26 Gender: Male Height: 5’7” origin: America Birthday: January 12th Character Journal: Character Name: Riardon Character Description: Username: Riardon Real Name: Alain Thomas Age: 49 > 51 Gender: Male Height: 5’11” Character Journal:

"My username is pretty much the same everywhere," He said as he gently ran his fingers through her copper hair. "Message me when we get out of this virtual prison and we can try and meet up." When they get out. The thought had come almost naturally to Wulfrin. Up until recently, he had all but resigned himself to believe he would die in here. Now he had something to fight for, beyond just going home. Sure he had family waiting for him to logout and remove the literal microwave from his head, but he had spent so long without them, that he was beginning to forget who he was out there. It wa

"About sixty thousand col poorer," Wulfrin said with a chuckle as he sat down on the sprawled blanket. "Honestly though that was a lot easier than it would be in real life. Also way cheaper. I wish I could go and kill wild hogs for an afternoon and come home with a couple grand in cash." Wulfrin lay on the blanket staring up at the floor above them. The experiences of Sword Art Online never ceased to amaze him. Two years ago, he logged into a game he thought would be a fun little get away from the monotony of his real life. Then came the announcement signifying that this world was his new

Wulfrin casually drew his sword as the party approached the dilapidated throne room. As was the usual for boss kills for experience, Freyd was in the lead. As casually as Wulfrin had witnessed before, Freyd waltzed into the room like he owned the place. A bold move considering the palace's owner sat in their throne, a massive great sword at their side. Wulfrin wasn't an appraiser, but he did know blades. This one in particular looked like it had seem countless battles, likely with other less prepared players than themselves. What was odd to Wulfrin's initial scan of the room. Typically you cou

The cathedral in the Town of Beginnings wasn’t on Wulfrin’s top ten places to visit in Aincrad, but it was still a gorgeous sight to behold. It almost reminded him of the large scale catholic cathedrals in contrived like Rome. That was fitting considering most evidence pointed to Aincrad taking much of its inspiration from cultures around the world. He had been to floors dedicated almost entirely to Greek and Roman times. Obviously Ciela was being sarcastic with her statement on how little research she had done. Clearly she knew plenty. She walked right up to the NPC dressed as a cat

“Welcome to the party Sewallus,” Wulfrin said as the NPC’s name and HP undated under theirs in the party info. “Glad to have you aboard. If you have any info on the beast, it would be very helpful. I heard you and Remington faced off with it before, but had to flee." "That's complicated," Sewallus sighed. "It was not by our fleet of foot that we escaped. More likely it was the beast got distracted or otherwise disrupted in some way. Sorry I don't have more info than that." "No worries. I'm sure Morningstar knows enough to get us by," Wulfirn smirked. "You do have a plan right Star? I

“I feel like I should nip this in the bud,” Wulfrin said blushing slightly. “Nymoria is misrepresenting the situation. My sparkling future wife likes to read books. That being said she had the idea to commission a tether she could attach between us so she can follow behind me with her head buried in a book. It is 100% not a kink thing.” Wulfrin focused his attention to Nymoria. “Can you please stop describing me as a master? You can call Ciela Book Girl all you want. I just feel master gives the wrong impression.” Having said his piece, Wulfrin decided it would be best to just move on. Wi

Solaris was resting within the flames of Wulfrin's forge. The phoenix that Wulfrin had tamed as a familiar never let the flames die out, so they had a mutual working relationship. The only time those flames went cold was when the two went hunting for long periods of time. The two had become quit ethe efficient hunting pair, able to fell monsters in tandem with relative ease. The sad truth was, Wulfrin did little actual forging these days. Only occasionally would he be approached by a newer player looking for a blade or armor, even rarer a frontliner looking for a small fusion. That meant busin

Wulfrin had a very loose routine every morning. Get up, check gear, and work at the forge. Currently he was planning out the logistics of two big projects. The first of which was designing his tier 4 gear. He had been told not to worry about the price by Freyd, but he was still uncertain as to how well that would work out. He supposed The Whisper had plenty of stuff just laying around and taking up space, and was looking for any excuse to get one more item out of his cluttered inventory. Wulfrin planned to eventually pay him back, but that would likely require a large amount of dungeon grindin

"Too be fair," Wulfrin said as he sent out the party invites to the group. "I'm mainly just there for someone to talk to. The system wont let me intervene in anyway, but it can't stop me form giving out advice. I can also keep the mobs that aren't part of your immediate task off of you, minimizing your chance of death. I do however know a pretty decent spot for getting the quest done. Once we get done with Zackariah I'll guide you there." Wulfrin rummaged around in his extradimensional inventory before pulling out a small pink tin. When he opened the tin, the scent of fresh baked pretzels

"Her name is Nymoria," Wulfrin said with a smile. "She's new, but has been making an insane amount of progress lately. It might be best to remove your cowl for this adventure. She is hearing impaired, and being able to see your lips can help her better understand what you're saying." "Nymoria," He said making direct eye contact and ensuring he spoke clearly enough to be read. "This is Freyd. His appearance might initially be a bit on the harsh side, but he is actually a nice guy once you get to know him." "You mentioned betraying a king?" Wulfrin questioned as he turned his focus to