Spring 3, Year 125 of the Third Age

Winter 90, Year 125 of the Third Age Bodies. Hooks. Scrolls. Books. More bodies. More hooks. Desk cadaver... what the fuck was that thing? Finding himself staring at the supposedly evil creation, all of this thought processes took about ten seconds, his eyes darting across the room. His...

Winter 90, Year 125 of the Third Age Wulfnoð had no idea who or what these Cambion entities were, but did make an effort to remain hidden at least physically. But as he floated about, he could feel both an increase in tantric nature from his lowering reserves but also a growing nausea as he...

Winter 90, Year 125 of the Third Age Pressing himself to the cold stone wall as pulled himself to a stop, his breathing was incredibly shallow to make as little noise as possible, lest he be discovered. The incomprehensible whispers of both figures gnawing at the edges of his mind like...

Where Wulfnoð may/may not be possessed, but follows a Wisp into some nearby ruins. For the Anniversary Event Spring 17, Year 125 of the Third Age -

Base: 4 (Expert Zephyr) Multipliers: 100 - Base 30 - 3 Active Prior Season 15 - 3x Journeyman Skills 130 - 13x Expert Skills Total: 275 * 4 = 1,100 SP Purchases: Remaining: 1,100 for Spring

Winter 90, Year 125 of the Third Age Blood. Its iron-rich scent filled Wulfnoð's nostrils, a scent he was used to on raids more so than anything else. But the viscera about told him someone or something had been either killed or maimed heavily. Using the Luxiite bulb above him, he scanned the...

Winter 90, Year 125 of the Third Age The constant interaction of these strange creatures followed by them running away when he tried to deal with them alone was incredibly frustrating to say the least. The introduction of the more humanoid specimens confused Wulfnoð greatly, not even attacking...

Imagine for a moment, flying through the air at 200 miles an hour, 300 feet per second. Incredibly fast for any mortal, but given the distance from Bahn'Shei to Jian, impossibly slow. The sound of wind rushing past Wulfnoð's ears, barely able to handle the perspective noise as he travels...

Winter 68, Year 125 of the Third Age Bahn'Shei Outskirts Letting out a long sigh, the Zephyri-Exodii Fælnir that was Wulfnoð Von'Ældullech was finally home, flying at running speed so as not to use his spell reserves in Zephyr. Thick-glass goggles sat over his eyes, a small bit of arcana...

Winter 65, Year 125 of the Third Age Wulfnoð felt the soft winds glide across his scalp, the incredibly short cut of his hair allowing him to be more in tune with the flowing air currents as he crouched low at the edge of the training grounds, eyes scanning the horizon. His breath came in slow...

Base: 4 (Expert Zephyr) Multipliers: 100 - Base 20 - 2 Active Prior Season 15 - 3x Journeyman Skills 20 - 2x Expert Skills Total: 155 * 4 = 620 SP Purchases: - 220 SP for goggles (imbued with 1 gram of saolite dust and 1 gram of ardorite dust, so that he can use Soar at much higher speeds...

The strain of using so much arcana in such a short time period was beginning to be felt on Wulfnoð's body. He felt... light. Too light. Like the wind itself would simply lift him up and carry him away, like a piece of parchment not secure in a storm. And nausea. Horrible, back of the throat...

The appearance of a humanoid figure temporarily stunned Wulfnoð, staring at the space where his portal had been only moments before. He kept replaying the recent addition to his memory over and over again. He had seen this person, this... thing, and it had seen him and Vuzembi. The idea that...