Wulfrin

Initial Post Room(s) Being Added: Slime Farm [Wulfrin], Basic Kitchen [Knightessciela], Storage Closet [Knightessciela] Room(s) Being Upgraded: Workshop (Forge) -> Extended Workshop (Forge) [Wulfrin], Fishing Pond -> Ornate Fishing Pond [Wulfrin], Slime Farm -> Mega Slime Farm [Wulfrin], Bedroom -> Master Bedroom [Wulfrin + Knightessciela], Bathroom -> Master Bathroom [Wulfrin + Knightessciela], Dining Room -> Dining Hall [Wulfrin + Knightessciela] Assigning To Rooms: Living Room adding Knightessciela as assigned player Total Cost: 120,000 col | Sent to Banker

"Yo, Yo, Yo," Wulfrin said as he made his way into the shop. "Need some more munchies. Gotta fight a crab soon with the glizzy man." hastily Wulfrin produced a sack of crafting materials and selected a handful of consumables to add to his collection. Demian was always convenient like that. No matter what floor Wulfrin found himself on, he could always locate the traveling food man. he was specifically choosing not to elaborate further on his goals. Wulfrin found it easier to just say the necessary info and move on. "Thanks bro!" Wulfrin waved as he left Demian to the rest of his duti

Wulfrin worked tirelessly over his forge. He was desperately attempting to make some last minute preparations to his combat kit. As he finally took a break from his current project, a notification appeared in his peripheral. A player by the name of Oscar, whom he'd heard rumors about from a handful of other players. He sent a brief confirmation of his attendance before donning his charcoal leathers and coat and his current weapon Icingdeath. Wulfrin made his way briefly into the main living space of his home. His newly wed wife was taking a well needed break from her bakery. "Just letting

@Shikari maneater. | [234845] | TIER 1 PERFECT HEAVY ARMOR | THORNS II MIT I [desc.]: a pair of spiked metal gauntlets.

"One can only hope," Wulfrin watched the lackey disintegrate into a shower of motes up in Abdullah's booth. "He is just kind of proving my point to be fair." Wulfrin watched as Freyd dismissed his helmet revealing Abdullah's face. He let loose a small chuckle at the continued taunts. It was clear Abdullah was absolutely nettled. The aristocrat was barking orders and turning heads from the crowd only there for an entertaining pit fight. Several inaudible due to distance orders and the larger gate to at the northern end of the coliseum began to drop. A massive beast with the head, body, and

Fusing two Uncommon T1 Heavy Armors [225225]+[225228] -> T1 Rare Heavy Armor Fusing two Uncommon T1 Heavy Armors [225229]+[232779] -> T1 Rare Heavy Armor Fusing two Rare T1 Heavy Armors [above fusions] -> T1 Perfect Heavy Armor [234845] maneater. | [234845] | TIER 1 PERFECT HEAVY ARMOR | THORNS II MIT I [desc.]: a pair of spiked metal gauntlets. Post Links for Fusion Materials:

"Who me?" Wulfrin answered quizzically. The player clad in charcoal colored leathers, with a raised cowl, and a steady cloud of icy mist gathering around their feet was genuinely surprised to be approached out of the blue. Wulfrin knew he didn't exactly look the most approachable, considering his attire tended to make him look like some kind of highwayman extremely likely to jump you and rob you blind, or worse. His hands were stuffed deep into pockets that seemed almost invisible within the monochromatic fabric. "I wasn't out specifically looking for a quest," Wulfrin continued as h

//at Shikari sentinel. | [234839] | TIER 1 PERFECT HEAVY ARMOR | MIT III [desc.]: a sturdy metal pauldron that curves around the user's shoulder. shore. | [234831] | TIER 1 PERFECT KATANA | DMG III [desc.]: a standard-issue katana, restored with a salvaged scabbard in mind. sun. | [234840] | TIER 1 PERFECT SHIELD | THORNS II, MIT I [desc.]: a small, imperfect lantern shield. twinfang. | [234841] | TIER 1 DAGGER | DMG III [desc.]: a large edged disc that acts as a double-bladed dagger.

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DATE: [10/6/24] RANK 8 BLACKSMITH | [EXP: 1625/2559] | Daily Crafting Attempts: 9 CRAFTING BUFFS: Ambition Tool +1 EXP per craft Basic Workshop +2 EXP per craft Lucrative: Salvage LD 6+, +2 Exp per craft Crafting T1 [Katana]s ID: 234828 | CD: 1 | LD: 2 | Crit Fail | Material Lost ID: 234829 | CD: 3 | LD: 15 | Salvage | Material Saved ID: 234830 | CD: 5 | LD: 9 | Success | Uncommon ID: 234831 | CD: 12 | LD: 11 | Success | Perfect Crafting T1 [Dagger]s ID: 234832 | CD: 11 | LD: 7 | Success | Rare ID: 234833 | CD: 9 | LD: 15 | Success | Rare Crafting T1 [Sh

@Valkyrie Sildana's Heavy Plate | T1 Perfect Heavy Armor | ID 234604 | MIT 3 Desc. Forged in the style of Nidavellirian Dwarves, this plate armor promises to provide superior protection fit for a Valkyrie Sildana's Shield | T1 Perfect Shield | ID 234649 | Paralyze 1 | Taunt | Thorns 1 Desc. Forged in the style of Nidavellirian Dwarves, this plate armor promises to leave your enemies paralyzed in fear. Sildana's Lance | T1 Perfect Polearm | ID 234650 | ACC 3 Desc. Forged in the style of Nidavellirian Dwarves, this lance is streamlined to strike true with each thrust.

Level Reward Date Paragon 5 Laurel Wreath 9/10/24 Paragon 10 1 Demonic Shard, 1 Gleaming Scale, +1 LD to Looting 10/5/24 Paragon 25 1 Demonic Shard, 1 Gleaming Scale, Free Skill Respec TBD Paragon 50 1 Demonic Shard, 1 Gleaming Scale, x3 Paragon Tier Up Tickets, Custom Skill TBD Paragon 75 1 Demonic Shard, 1 Gleaming Scale, Custom Sword Art TBD P

The walk back to the teleport gate was a quiet one. Neither party spoke the whole trip. Wulfrin was too busy mulling over what he had witnessed whilst on his waterfall induced drug trip. He killed himself, twice, killed a fake version of his spouse, and even faced a dungeon boss that once made him quake in his boots. Oddly enough though, Wulfrin's mind felt clearer than it had ever been since facing his Gemini this last time. Perhaps the real lesson he was meant to learn was that his resolve needed to be restored. His soul had been utterly destroyed during that fight and over the course of tod

Wulfrin returned his back up weapon to its proper place in his inventory before reaching down and collecting Icingdeath. The blizzard around him began to fade, the snow and ice melting away from the out cropping where he still sat meditating as if nothing had happened. Behind his akimbo physical form, Wulfrin saw another shape. It was The Entity that had guided him here. It looked back at Wulfrin and grinned, showing off the pure white void of a mouth, before dissolving into the shadow being cast by his physical form. With a sigh Wulfrin moved behind himself and placed his free hand on his hea

"Not in the slightest," The devil sneered as they continued their advance. Strike for strike. Move for move. The two duelists moved in perfect opposition. Wulfrin could feel his body growing lighter and lighter the longer the battle drew on. He could feel his determination, his drive, his passion returning. At last he had broken past those mental inhibitions holding him back. He held no doubt he would best this devil at his own game. More importantly, he held no doubt he would reclaim his blade. "Really?" Wulfrin said with a massive grin. "Because you've left yourself wide open."

"Fantastic," Levistus grinned as he shooed away Solaris. "Your skills are sharp, but mine are sharper." The devil began to move with blinding speed. The way they moved, revealed they were well practiced in the art of swordplay. It was all Wulfrin could do to keep from getting hit. Wulfrin was loosing ground rapidly. He took a deep breath and focused on the devil's movements eventually tracking him down long enough to unleash a sword art. Another Florenthian Howl found purchase against his fiendish foe allowing Wulfrin some much needed distance. Wulfrin planted his feet firmly in the snow

"See," Levistus spoke as he caressed the blade of Icingdeath. "I've found your journey so far to be an interesting one. So much so I've decided to test you personally." "Test me how?" Wulfrin asked as he matched the devil's pace around the arena, his unconscious physical body still sitting almost completely buried by snow and ice. "Oh I'm sure you've already figured that out. After all, you've already prepared your second blade. But are you as familiar with that one as you are this one?" In a flash, Icingdeath was brough to bare towards Wulfrin. With blinding speed, Wulfrin resp

Wulfrin finally worked up the strength to stand. The sight of his prized weapon being taken form him filled him with a fire of determination. Wulfirn stared daggers at the princely figure as they glided across the arena with an air of regal assholery about them that made Wulfrin's skin crawl. The figure had a health bar and name. According to the System, Wulfrin was currently in the presence of Levistus, Archdevil of Stygia. "Ah Icingeath," The archdevil sighed in reminiscence. "Forged from parts of a white dragon, slain by me of course. I've not held this blade in some time." "So A

Four sets of chains made of pure shadow erupted form the voids surrounding him. One set of chains lashed onto each of his arms and legs restricting his movement. Wulfrin's grip on Icingdeath faltered as the chains restricted his movement even more than the immense weight Wulfrin was experiencing. Wulfrin attempted to use the abilities granted to him by Shades of the Gemini, but something was blocking his limited umbrakinesis. Wulfrin struggled to get his feet back under him, but his efforts were proving to be futile. "Damn it," Wulfrin grunted as he continued to struggle, his chains only

The world began to freeze over around Wulfrin, though he was certain that Icingdeath wasn't the cause. He couldn't analyze the terrain effects right now anyway. The Shadows of Doubt didn't seem to be phased by the sudden shift, so it was likely meant to impede Wulfrin. It was definitely doing the latter. Wulfrin's Energy all but bottomed out as he unleashed yet another Stunning Strike. The four Shadows of Doubt attacking Wulfrin shattered and like the one before them, only added onto the immense weight he was carrying. Wulfrin fell to his knees unable to stand as his legs gave out from under

For more Shadows of Doubt entered the battle field, and four more became stunned. Wulfrin was doing his best to keep up the attack, but he could tell he was starting to run out of steam. His Energy Meter only reinforced this sentiment, only having a sliver of blue still remaining. Wulfrin unleashed Stunning Strike again, making the most of his Tech specialty and crowd control abilities granted by the art. He was alone, fending of a seemingly endless swarm of mobs attempting to break his mind and spirit. Maybe this was a bad idea. Wulfrin thought. Coming here may not have been smart given

The Shadows of Doubt continued to break past Wulfrin's defense. Each one getting pushed back as Wulfrin did his best to counteract their attacks. The whispers were getting louder there were definitely more on their way. Wulfrin had to clear the field if he didn't want to become completely over run. His sword art shined again with the light of his Stunning Strike sword art as he danced skillfully moved throughout the battlefield attempting to bring down the ones currently engaging him. Each of the four burst into fractal shards of data. "At least they die like regular mobs," Wulfrin sighed

Wulfrin's vision shifted once more. He was back on the rocky out cropping at the Waterfall of the Sage. The major difference was that most of the color was washed from the map around him. Wulfrin's eyes franticly panned around looking for the entity. They were no where to be seen, but what Wulfrin did see was more shocking. He saw himself still seated beneath the waterfall in his meditative state. The air grew frigid as dark rifts began to appear around his basically defensive body. There were four in total. From each, a spectral shadowy form resembling a wraith of some kind began to converge

Wulfrin slowly managed to pull himself back to his feet. He eyed his health bar and his heart sank. Almost half of his HP had disappeared with that singular strike. This was going to be all or nothing. Wulfrin leveled his blade and pressed the attack. Lance recoiled in pain as both them and the shadow wailed in pain as Wulfrin continued his attack. He was in full autopilot mode. Each swing carried his full intent to end this torture session as fast as humanly possible. Wulfrin had forced himself to numb his senses to the reality of his current situation. Icingdeath felt like an extension