Wulfrin

The hooded figure's gaze remained fixated on the fallen figure before them, seemingly looking past Astra. The second Astra's gaze left the figure they were gone, becoming one with the shadows. Lightning arced across the sky illuminating the clearing for the briefest of moments. An uncountable number of similarly cloaked figures surrounded the clearing, cutting off all points of exit. Among the tree line, one remained unhooded. A familiar face of brown hair and red eyes that watched the arena with an analytical stare, his mentor Wulfrin, but There was no cursor signifying the presence of a pla

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"As if this place wasn't creepy enough," Wulfrin frowned as the hatch opened with a groan. "This a bad time to mention I don't do well with the horror genre?" Cautiously, Wulfrin began to descend the newly revealed ladder into a dimly lit laboratory. He drew his blade once he stepped off the ladder, not wanting to take any chances with the unknown room before them. Tools were left scattered about, partially pilfered wine crates left open with their contents shattered on the floor, and what looked like used animal bedding and scraps of adult magazines. It wasn't Wulfrin's idea of a cozy wo

"Cool," Wulfrin said as he collected his things. "You both made it. This time it's a wee bit different than Sharkbait as I'm not hitting Terra Firma this tme. I'm going after his younger brother." Wulfrin led the threesome through the sandy deserts to a make shift arena encircled by jagged spires of rock. Wulfrin, the ever cheeky lad he was, materialled a large iron bear trap from his inventory and placed it upon the shifting sands. It was kind of Callisto to have dropped such an item after his defeat in the raid of floor 28. Wulfrin gestured everyone to the edge of the ring as the trap w

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"Indeed," Wulfrin nodded in agreement. "We still haven't checked that living room yet. I'll take point." Wulfrin did just that and led the duo back towards the living room just off the entrance hall. The room had only afforded a cursory glance when they first entered, but with their newfound information, everything needed to be under intense scrutiny. Shadows danced around the living room as a fire roared within the hearth. Firewood was stacked nearby, but served little more than a decorative bit of immersion. Wulfrin knew that fuel wasn't necessary in Aincrad, hell his own forge never on

Wulfrin's attention was drawn from his decoding. He was confident he had two numbers, but without two others to test he had no way to confirm. Morningstar had seemingly uncovered something else and not a nonagram as was previously hinted at by the book. Wulfrin looked it over and instantly it clicked. "The writing isn't a scramble," Wulfrin remarked, turning to yet another blank page in his draft book. "Pretty sure it's a Caesar Cipher. Could take a minute to decode unless we can find how many times each letter was transposed." Wulfrin sat down and started with the first attempt of 26. Lu

"Cool," Wulfrin said as he looked over the various trinkets passed his way. "I haven't done any before so I'll let you take the lead on this one. I'll keep focusing on the riddle." Wulfrin made his way over to the bed and sat down on the rather uncomfortable matress. Out came his draft book again this time he turned to yet another blank page and reevaluated their progress thus far, with the new knowledge that they were looking for a combination. The kitchen was easy enough to figure out, considering Wulfrin had laready stumbled on the commonality, all the cretures in the scramble had one

Wulfrin shrugged in unison with Morningstar as the two were equally stumped on the word scramble. While they had an answer, Wulfrin was far from confident that it was correct. He recollected his things and followed Morningstar up into the lantern room of the lighthouse. Glass crunched beneath their feet as they stepped foot inside. It seems a lantern had fallen and shattered, possibly in whatever had caused the lighthouse keeper's disappearance. Wulfrin clocked the literal writing on the ceiling. "I'm still working through the other two riddles," Wulfrin said as they descended back down t

"Right," Wulfrin sighed as he struggled to come up with a solution. "Alright let's do it the old fashioned way." Wulfrin spawned a decent sized satchel at his feat and began to dig through its contents. It was his in the field blacksmithing kit that held just about everything he needed to work in the field. He pulled out a soot covered journal and piece of graphite, thumbing past several different diagrams and notes detailing various projects he had been working on until he came to a blank page. He started with the initial scramble of letters. It took several minutes of placing letters in

"Probably," Wulfrin replied as the duo pressed deeper into their shelter from the storm. "I've seen enough horror films to know the cardinal rule here: Don't split the party." Wulfrin marched slowly behind his guild master, his eyes scanning for anything that would pose any immediate threat. Their cursory exploration ended with them in the kitchen, a rather cozy feeling scene despite the raging storm outside. A lattice board supported various herbs against the wall opposite the duo. Wulfrin scoured the cabinets and cupboards, only dried goods and various cookbooks populated the area. Ligh

HIs list continued to bring him to bosses he had yet to face before. This time he found himself on the familiar grounds of Floor 21, home of the fabled Forgotten Time King, a foe he had faced many times before. Unlike his other visits, Wulfrin was laser focused on his goal of raid preparations. The clock was ticking on his preparation phase so his tunnel vision was on full display. "Thanks for helping me out," Wulfrin sighed as he and Ciela stepped off the teleporter on Floor 21. "I mean it. This raid has been all I've been able to think about. We'll likely need your help. If not in a rai

The launch of the Fatal Error event kicked Wulfrin into overdrive. He assumed this was the signal that the boss raid was around the corner, and with the game as hectic as it was, he figured there would most likely not be a pre-raid meeting. As such he had to move his plans of boss collection up his priority list a ways. His first target was on Floor 5. It was the younger brother to his favorite mob, Terra Firma. As he stepped into the hot sands of Floor 5, he pulled up his menu and sent a message to two players he hopped would assist him. To: Astra, KnightessCiela From: Wulfrin In

Fusing 2 Perfect T4 Shields [243717]+[243722]+ 1 Demonic Shard = T4 Demonic Shield Dragonplate Shield | T4 Demonic Shield | ID 243761 | MIT | Thorns 2 | Taunt Desc. Forged from hardened dragon scales. It provides superior defense and retaliation. Post Link:

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Wulfrin was hard at work throwing together some basic weaponry to hand out to fresh players coming to the horror floor. As his hammer struck the hot metal before him, an alert flashed across his vision that sent a shiver down his spine. ”Fatal Error?” Wulfrin said to himself, his knowledge of computer programs kicked in immediately. “That’s not good, but why is it a quest?” He wasn’t given a chance to accept as the quest forced itself into his log. He looked up in confusion just quick enough to see a fresh wave of mobs headed towards the plaza not far from his location. Within the sw

DATE: [6/1/25] RANK 9 BLACKSMITH | [EXP: 2667/5119] | Daily Crafting Attempts: 10+3=13 CRAFTING BUFFS: Ambition Tool +1 EXP per craft Extended Workshop +2 EXP per craft Trading Hall 3 +2 EXP per craft | Salvage on LD 9 | +3 crafting attempts Crafting T4 [Sheild]s: ID 243717 | CD 11 | Perfect ID 243718 | CD 10 | Rare ID 243719 | CD 3 | Salvage | LD 7 | Material Lost ID 243720 | CD 4 | Salvage | LD 6 | Material Lost ID 243721 | CD 3 | Salvage | Material Lost ID 243722 | CD 11 | Perfect ID 243723 | CD 10 | Rare ID 243724 | CD 4 | Salvage | LD 16 | Material saved ID 2

Thread Closed. Boss Room Located.

Their sloop was listing viciously on the choppy waters of The Black. Morningstar, after much debate and ultimately pulling rank, was at the helm. So far the two of them had little luck locating the labyrinth entrance, working on a hunch that the raging sea may have been the key. Now they found themselves trapped in a raging storm that dropped their visibility to basically zero. Thankfully, Wulfrin's tendency to become horribly seasick didn't come with him to the virtual world, though his body felt funky just out of sheer memory. He was positioned just below the sail, at the base of the mast wh

"I'm more than capable of teaching the game on my own," Wulfrin chuckled as he tried his best to lighten the mood. "I've followed enough players on their repetitive tasks given to them by Dorian, the single most unorganized mayor I've ever seen. Truthfully all my fishing time comes when I'm watching them stumble around picking up random rocks and flowers. Everything pretty much gets stomped by me these days, so unless we're entering the floors in the 20's, there won't be any need for back up. I'm deep in the trenches on the frontline, so this is a welcome change of pace." Wulfrin stood up

The dense jungle fell eerily silent as Astra forced his was towards the location of the screams. Eventually the jungle cleared revealing a small clearing with a small pond at its center. Next to the pond lay the body of a hooded figure face down in the mud. Several teeth and claw marks covered the body as the red digital approximation of blood soaked the soil, oozing from the wounds. Howls could be heard in the distance as a gentle rain began to fall. Lightning flashed providing a brief illumination to the now darkness filled jungle. Several wolf paw prints could be seen coming to and from the

Wulfrin watched as Yuki continued to be thrown around like a rag doll. Her ability to absorb damage was insane. This was the first time he had actually gotten to witness these legendary feats of tankiness for himself, as the only time they had traveled together was briefly during the Callisto raid. From his understanding that raid party's biggest hurdle was keeping the tainted bear focused on their tank, which they cleverly managed to do by exploiting its hatred for healers. The two titans clashed their weapons with a harmonic clash of steel that caused several vibrations throughout the icy ar

"This is why I gather," Wulfrin sighed as he moved to sit next to the weeping player. "If I'm being honest, it wasn't that long ago I was in this same state. For days I'd approach the gates, trying to work up the courage to step into the wilds. When I finally got out there, and turns out I was worried for nothing." Wulfrin materialized a small picnic basket. Immediately the smell of fresh baked bread and pastries began to permeate the surrounding area. One by one he would hand out various treats and goddies to the makeshift party that had formed at the Monument of Life, a place Wulfrin ha

“You don’t,” A gentle voice came from behind the two. Another new face stepped off the teleportation platform dressed in simple travelers clothes. “Unfortunately it’s one of the many side effects of this prison, for lack of any better words. We’ve all been forced into living new lives by a crazed game dev.” Despite his welcoming demeanor and somewhat younger age, roughly mid twenties, the individual spoke with an air of experience. His brown hair a mess as if he had just rolled out of bed and crimson hued eyes that seemed oddly both dead and alive. ”Name’s Wulfrin,” He said with a re