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Freyd

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    The Whisper in Shadows

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  1. "Real is what we make it, Nari, and I share your sentiment. It's been a pleasure to get to know you too. These aren't subjects that everyone cares to discuss. It might be safe to say that you have to have seen a certain side of Fate to be open to it." Dropping off the rune was surprisingly underwhelming. While Treants treasure their traditions, they don't tend to stand for much in the way of ceremony. Ned merely nodded, confirming that they'd brought the right object, instructing them to return it to Queen Haelia with his blessing. He would know that the task was done by the bloomin
  2. Rushing past Nari even as she spoke her warning, Freyd needed to keep up his pace and momentum to maximize their odds of success. He also didn't want anyone dwelling on the dangers any longer than necessary. People didn't often do well left to their own thoughts while under stress, and this world placed a heavy enough burden on its occupants as it was. Broad and brilliantly glowing with a warm, golden hue, the cave's central chamber promised a vast treasure hoard - which it was sorely lacking. Instead of ornate artwork, glistening gems and scintillating jewelry, all laid over a sprawli
  3. Katoka muttered some quip about poop that made him look under his boots, wondering whether he'd stepped in something. "Really?! Even on digital beaches? Have people no sh....OWWWW!" Something pointy had just tried to spear whatever Katoka must have seen, but hit his leg instead. The pain was expected more than real, recording a notable drop in his health, but suddenly not that much worse than he'd suffered on multiple occasions. He just hadn't been expecting it, still being in a bit of a daze from yet another fishing venture gone horribly, horribly wrong. Freyd winced as the g
  4. "Yeah," Freyd replied, weaving around the thing's jerky movements as it regained elements of control over itself. "All bark, no bite, I guess." The mob opened its many mouths as if to protest, giving him the perfect opportunity to kick it in the teeth several times over. By the time he was done, there was nothing left of the last Utterance, its polygons dissolving into nothingness "We should be near the exit, barring whatever other parts of Malediction will try to stop us next. My money is on 'Malediction's nose hairs'... also.. eww." Grimacing as he spoke, Freyd winced and stuck out his
  5. Blissful silence. The chaos of battle drowned in the muffled pounding in his head and Freyd tried, unsuccessfully, to inhale the beach. Using that particular trick always took its toll, but was worth it when it connected. Fortunately, it had. Crackling air, dulled by an overwhelming urge to sleep, bandied itself in the clouds overhead. Except those clouds were a storm, and that storm was trying to kill them. "Oh... right. Still fighting," he mumbled groggily, lifting his face off the floor and leaving an imprint whose details he failed to notice. Katoka was doing her thing, and wel
  6. Freyd wandered the expansive halls in silent musing, wondering whether this place somehow existed outside of time. There was no true connection to it, and everything else beyond. It was as if one could exist here and simultaneously elsewhere, but such were the vagaries of a digital existence. Who was to say that anything was as they perceived it. The entire existence was an illusion, at its core. Approaching the same terminal as before, he renewed his previous order, having already consumed its predecessor. It had served its purpose well, as would this one when the moment came. Th
  7. "What do you mean," Freyd cried out in response to Katoka's query. "Water conducts electricity, right? Stab the fucking thing with lightning." To her credit, she did try. Fortune just wasn't smiling much in that moment. Maybe it had sand in its eyes? He knew his companion would rebound, possibly literally, given the opportunity. "Okay," he huffed, still shuffling about clumsily trying to find his own bearings with a storm literally bearing down upon him. "So we go with plan B? Maximum effort!" Launching himself high into the air in a manner taught to him long ago by the inestimable
  8. Freyd genuinely smiled as Nari struggled to explain her reaction. Not because she was embarrassed, but because it was so very human to feel the need to conjoin the bond of emotions over such a moment. Grace dictated a courteous silence and acceptance. Mirth smiled in his eyes alone, revealing weary laugh lines few rarely realized were there, most especially himself. They walked in the void again for a time, Freyd serving as guide once more and placing his companion's hand upon his shoulder, this time without reservation or hesitation. They were just emerging from the underground when Nari
  9. Groaning against the inside of his own cowl, Freyd pondered Morningstar's words before grudgingly having to admit that he was behaving badly. The thought of Elora glaring at him for being such a poor sport would inevitably haunt him, even if she never actually learned of the incident. The very fact that she'd expect better was enough to set him straight. "Alright, alright," he muttered with a sigh. "Yes, I have the tracking skill. What was that fellow's name again? Alvin? Albion? No... Alvion. Got it." The man's image would forever be etched in his memory as an armored chipmunk w
  10. Freyd's eyes widened to swallow saucers at Nari's outburst while he mentally struggled to decipher what had set her off. Cowl swiveling to and fro, seeking some sort of external stimulus she might have noticed that he hadn't, it wasn't until he realized that she was basically tossing the guard's head his way that he finally clued in. "You're... squeamish?! YOU?" A heartfelt guffaw bellowed out, completely inappropriate to the solemnity of the context - the mourning guard having just sacrificed itself for the sake of its woods. "Huh. Wouldn't have figured that," he finally added, his
  11. Wulfrin took the situation in stride, which in others might have been believed to be no more than bravado, but the man had shown more than a glimmer of awareness at the potential outcome of their situation and failed to flinch. Likewise, Nari faced the dilemma of all tanks: thinking that if they just sacrificed more, then could deny fate its claim upon their wards. Life didn't work that way; nor did Aincrad. To her credit, that realization was equally accepted. "A second jaunt through the Cave of Wonders," Freyd mused aloud with lilting laugh and grin, masquerading around the truth o
  12. "Right? Right!" Freyd first seemed to satirically question then seek to reinforce Nari's assertions. "What she said. All of it. Good job." A swift pat on the shoulder was made awkward by the pair of glaring orange punctures in this torso. "Ned, says 'hi', by the way, and recommended that we should recover this 'cypher rune'-thingy as a means of ushering in said peace." The lanky darkly-clade male bobbed and weaved around like a wet piece of spaghetti trying - and failing - in its efforts to remain upright against gravity. "The elder tree is wise, if occasionally stubborn." No expl
  13. "We spotted the open hellmouth for the dungeon, which was unusual in and of itself," Freyd replied while summoning a small buffet of num nums and setting a bizarrely shaped platter with small round dishes of creme brulée laid out in convenient portions for each to partake. "That only tends to happen when the full party doesn't pass through all at once, in my experience, or your group is undersized. Glory guts over here," he jerked his thumb over his left shoulder, towards Morningstar, "rushed in before we could consider things." Downing a few sundries as chasers, the Whisper looked like
  14. Jerking reflexively as the guardian's spear left his body only to be thrust into a different part, there was a limit to how many free shots this thing was going to get. Watching a similar attack have negligible impact when made against Nari, he wondered what sort of ordeal this might be for less experienced players. Most of them would likely choose violence instead, and he couldn't really blame them. Nodding in agreement to his partner's words, Freyd felt compelled to pile on. "You could also really stop with the stabbing at any time, since it really isn't conducive to our purpose. Or
  15. Freyd's cowl peaked out from behind a half-dozen glowing UI windows, the contents of which were obscured to anyone but the owner. Morningstar's comments about the Cave of Wonders had piqued his interest, having encountered such phenomenon only once before. "No," he started, hesitantly, as the screens containing his vast stores and inventory spontaneously shut. "They are no naturally occurring, so far as I have ever heard. And if they did, I'd have run them a dozen times over by now. Those things are literal gold mines." Swiveling to search, including glimpsing through the sights of l
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