Wulfrin

"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

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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

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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

"Nah don't sell yourself short," Wulfrin smiled as he swapped places with Astra. "You're grasping the basics fairly quickly. Do you still have room for improvement? Absolutely, but then again we all have that in common." Sword shining again with the crimson light of his Phoenix Wing Sword Art, Wulfrin danced through the air, a whirlwind of focused and heavy strikes taking out the last of the wolf pack's health points. It was total overkill and Wulfrin knew it, but considering how close they were to calling it a day, Wulfrin figured he could afford to let loose a bit. The wolves burst into

The jungle was suffocatingly dense. The sounds of the wildlife echoed throughout the dense jungle floor eerily, almost as if slowly encroaching on Astra's position. Instincts were beginning to kick in. Should you run? Should you flee? Anyone with a proper sense of self preservation would, right? This was the scenario found in most horror stories meant to keep kids from wandering through the jungles alone. Often times such stories did not end in the cleanest of ways. Interestingly enough the feeling was not too unlike that first day of the game's launch. SAO was advertised as a fresh start

"There is a place I go to train," Wulfrin's words echoed like a voice in the back of Astra's mind as he stepped off the teleport gate of Floor 6. "Deep in the Amazonian themed jungles of Floor 6 is a waterfall. It's a bit of a tourist spot, but meditating there does wonders for one's mental state." Krycim is the main settlement of Floor 6, nestled in the western portion of the jungle floor. Wulfrin's previous descriptions were fairly accurate as the majority of the residents were muscular and fit women that gave less than welcoming looks as the white haired swordsman began to make their w

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Wulfrin had received the invite unexpectedly; he figured it was something just being offered out to Clash of Blades participants, but then he saw it listed on the message boards. At first Wulfrin was hesitant to make an appearance, but considering he was one of the top performers of the even, he felt slightly obligated. Though given how brutally he had won his first matches, he was more concerned about being considered the villain of the event, a fear he had started to rationalize even more when the event updated to ban his main strategy forcing him to pivot from a tried and true battle plan.

"Appreciate it," Wulfrin chuckled as he prepared for his next barrage of strikes. "I probably could if I was able to raise my damage output some more, but I'm kind of poor so the gear is a bit out of my reach." So far the battle was going well. The Forgotten Time King's health bar had dipped drastically. When the boss turned its gaze away from the pink colored tank, Wulfrin's mid immediately went into overdrive. He looked for every possible way to stop FTK from running down the two low level players that were being escorted through the quest. Yuuki then brought the boss's attention fully