Freyd

>♪< Like the second hand spinning wise the clock towards destiny’s irrepressible advance, Montjoy’s figure stretched and pivoted across the room. Drawn as tides are to the moon, glossing over every surface of the space, marking time in mementos beneath the slice of ending’s vanguard, a black needle hurtling at agony’s glacial pace… … a violin’s silenced song … a bottle’s dreams turned to bitter vinegar …a wish for better days, its hopeful message burnt to ashes …. a cursed infatuation set against the flame’s enticing serenade

Sensing opportunity as Mari struggled not to wretch, Akir’s polearm drove forward in a lunge, only to be parried, deflected by an unexpected interrupt. The formless black figure with azure eyes wielding a sword of utter nothingness, had blocked the blow and drawn the failing mob’s ire, if only for a moment. “Stay out of this! She’s mine.” Akir seethed, her words slurring through failing mouth and cheeks. “You know the rules. Don’t interf-” The gemini’s eyes widened with fear as the black blade flickered and reappeared at he throat, its bearer sidestepping slowly before pulling away.

"But it doesn't mean I like to watch anything suffer." "Yes it does! Of course it does. Don't lie to yourself. I've felt your glee at tinkering with with baubles that could wipe out whole villages." She spat with disdain, a loose tooth lost to the decaying effects afflicting her failing form. As their duel wore on, Akir's preternatural beauty became increasingly marred by the effects of repeated applications of blight and venom from Contagion's touch. Bits of her skin were flaking off, leaving dandruffy contrails as she wove and danced across the clearing with persistent agility. Not

"Tired? TIRED?! I've done nothing but rest in your miserable, withering innards! NO. I AM NOT FUCKING TIRED. That's your stupid shtick." Try as she might, the gemini failed to free herself from the system's restraining shackles, raging at her nearby enemy even as the ginger curiously coddled the very creatures she claimed to hate. "Soft spot for redheads, huh? Yeah. We can definitely have fun with that. Just like I'll have whatever's left of him when I'm finished with you. Lancaster and I will have such a good time. I'll remind him of every little spot you used to prod and

EAL: Alchemist quest eval. Name: Boredom's Absolution Your Profession: Alchemist Your Rank: Rank 0 Roll ID: 249042 Roll Result: LD 20+, CD 12+ Item Type: Salve Tier: T1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Antidote 3 Description: Scented strangely like dandelions and meadow grass, this simple balm eases the careworm as surely as a summer's day can banish foul fatigue's blight. Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/42449-pt-sp-01-nothing-is-forgotten/?do=findComment&comment=699691

Thread Closing: 3x T1 Field bosses (3x 100 exp) = 300 exp Mari receives: 15,933 EXP (Word Count [6514/5*12] + Field Bosses [300] + 0% Guild Rank bonus) 2,790 col (1 page [400] + 15% P5 Reward [2,390] + 0% Guild Rank bonus) 1x Matriarch's Stinger | 249040a 1x Snowfrost | 249040b 1x Sand Armor Potion | 249040c 1 Mon Freyd receives: 27,673 EXP (Word Count [6514/5*20] + Field Bosses [300] + 5% Guild Rank bonus) 4,358 col (1 page [0] + 15% P5 Reward [4151] + 5% Guild Rank bonus) 1x Matriarch's Stinger | 249040d 1x Snowfrost | 249040e 1x Sand Armor Potion |

Black steel scraped silkily against the laquered wood of its saya, shiny Veritas an unpleasant reminder of terrible purpose and duty combined. Inside, Freyd's heart was broken, but he'd long since consigned it to an understudy's role in the face of the iron resolve required to see them all to the end. He'd grind it into the dust in sacrifice, if required. Rai knew it. His words rang true. Freyd would do what he could not Both people standing before him knew were ultimately guided by their hearts, each in their own disparate ways. Not him. Freyd was kin to a machine, cold, calculating,

"Call it an identity crisis, if you wish. Spend too much time wearing too many masks and you start to forget who you are, or which priorities matter most." Freyd spoke truth more often than most people realized. The best lies were often most effectively concealed behind it. Nuance was often the issue, skewing the meaning with double or even triple entendre, layering the right proportions of semblance and believability to brew a concoction the audience would willingly swallow. In this case, his candor was remarkably stark and poor meal for the palette. Unvarnished truth was rarely savory,

"Err... what the?" Grey bushy brows rose high over a pair of brilliant blue eyes, both clearly surprised by several things in the unfolding scenario. First, that sweater. Bold, in a 1980s sort of way, and assertively retro for this era. Second, the boarlet, somehow still alive, despite an arrow sticking out of its side that was nearly long than the beast itself, from snout to stern. Last, but not least, the poor wounded fellow - Theo, apparently - who seemed to be having a hard time with all of the above. "Freyd," came his jovial reply, beard scrunching in a mix of amused confusion a

Three hours later, fully expecting Sam not to follow doctor's orders, Freyd returned to her house. A quiet turn of the handle, helped by the conveniently cached key from his timely departure, let him back inside. Groceries materialized, summoned from inventory. There was no need to be lollygagging around with arms full of foodstuffs. He'd favoured premade sandwiches, cheeses, breads and deli meats, along with a bottle of wine he'd been eager to try for awhile. This approach likewise avoided unnecessary kitchen clatter that might wake what he hoped was a soundly sleeping Sam. Once the

♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ Freyd listened dispassionately, unmoved as Lancaster confirmed every last one of his suspicions and assertions, making poor effort to deflect his own selfish nature. "It IS about me, I want this. I am willing to fight for this. For Mari.” “For your prize?” The words snap in a biting gust of crisp frigid air rifling through the nearest shattered window. “For the treasure you cling to in desperate hope that it will keep a drowning man afloat? The same man who would snuff the candle that saves him the instant a shinier blaze comes into view? I know you, Lancaster. I know

A flash bang of holy lightning pulsed once again from his palm, the crystal triggering again even though Freyd didn't know it could. Momentarily distracted by the white rock's passively activated repulsor field, it took a half second to realize that the boss had tried to reassert its darkness field and failed. Apparently intending to alter its shape while veiled, the sudden shattering hadn't left it enough time to properly assemble its ruse. "Ummm... look, Belregor... dude. You do know the definition of insanity, right?" Looking between the twin Minas, the knock-off spectral knight tu

“A jar of sentiment? Not a bad answer, actually. Better than peanut butter.” More words might have come if he hadn’t born the full Mari being tossed onto his torso like a rag doll. “You learning to fly or something? Eww. Mari-nated sand.” A grin, despite himself, as she peeled herself off again and he was forced to roll and avoid the angry bulette. She’d stabbed it good and hard, the boss’s health dipping into solid yellow territory. "Despite what purpose the vessel has….Argh… Whatever...just...some bullshit about it not being alone or discarded. I guess." Grin faded t

"Funny that...." “Hmm? How so?" "Just know that some people around you, are already at that risk." “Too many, at all times." Plainly spoken and unsurprised, but not inconsiderate of her meaning. "You never really get used to it, but every tank learns to deal with that kind of burden. Even in recent raids, the bosses have been wielding new mechanics to force tanks into better managing their aggro. Old pros like Shield and Raidou would slough it off with ease, but newer arrivals are typically less prepared and less experienced. Less wise, they make more mistakes. In the worst

Returning to Evangeline's shop as the sun began its downward trek in the western skies, her appointed task didn't bother him in the slightest. A days sojourn in solitude had done him more good than he could ever have imagined. Maybe he wasn't quite ready to find the game's perfect panacea, or a conveniently crafted cure for NPC-slaying ebola. Those moments would come. More importantly, he'd found a desperately needed reprieve and the wisdom needed to recognize its worth. It was a good day. "Here you go, teach. It's a tad messy, but I'm proud of it nonetheless." Proffered for inspec