Freyd

Smiling and listening attentively as she recounted her day's activities, something glimmered silently at her from behind the blueness in his eyes. His cowl sat loosely resting upon his shoulders, the shield it represented equally lowered in a rare and deliberate moment of vulnerable exposure. Only with her. No one else had ever truly reached so deep into his core, nor convinced him that there was someone in there worth finding... and rescuing. Could that be the magic that had led them here, together? Reflections glanced his way in the nearby window. She is my opposite, staring back at m

Peering through the shadowed bowels of a nearby potted fern, the notion that he was somehow invading the thing’s privacy, or hers, never even occurred to him. Neither did the fact that ferns had no bowels, but they did have shadows, and that was all he really required. It should have felt odd, he knew, gazing beyond sight in such ways; like standing on the far side of the looking glass to catch glimpses of this world from another. Yet, it never had. Like Takeshi in Simmone’s famed mirror, life felt more natural when viewed from such perspectives. Hrm. Pondering why was never fru

"You're asking me!?" Freyd managed, half-joking and half-incredulous, too busy dodging an assortment of pilfered blades to pick either one in whole. "What the heck would I know about skyships?" "Ryland," he snapped, interrupting the Dockmaster's next idiotic retort before it could even leave his lips. "Get your ass in that raft and make it ready to save all of our collective cheeks. I can keep them off you for another few seconds." When dust and fractals alike finally settled, Freyd reset his stance in readiness for the next wave... which didn't come. Crowding around them like a

Change, they say, is never easy. Freyd had no idea what that was supposed to mean. People were weird in the way they clung to things because they were afraid to explore the unfamiliar or unknown. Yet that was where he stood, himself, staring down at the capped opening to his former home. It was a well, or meant to look like one, hidden away of yet another forgotten ruin on the edges of Angel's Point. A lost hole in the corner of a lost floor, where no one would ever have thought to look for him or sought to bother. The Liminal Blind had been his hideaway for years, pristinely minimal in

A shade pulled itself from the stillness of the chamber, rent from the fabric of absence to stand upon its own two feet and appointed with a task. Lean and lanky, it walked in silence to the terminal to convey its master's wishes in silence and solitude. Selection made, its umbral digits wrapped around the conjured item and absorbed it into the void. Staring at the polished walls and surfaces, its reflection was unfamiliar, even alien, to its unseen eyes. There was no substance in shadow, only the opposite. Pausing to survey and memorize the ornate, pristine features of the hall, its pres

Falling in alongside Katoka's charge, Wrath burst forward to chase the arrow loosed from her bow only to veer left as the temporary archer's shot found its mark. Fortunately, there were others. Reckless abandon jointly unleashed with ruthless calculus manifesting both aspects of Freyd's psyche in a single instant. One mob felt the concussive gravity of Samael's pride in a brilliant flash of white. Its counterpart felt the sting of the infinite hunger within as the weapon's sword form cleaved clean through, leaving a massive glaring wound where its digital flesh should have been. Behind bo

"Damnit, Bob..." The words were somewhat muted by Freyd's face currently being embedded in the previously solid stone wall at the rear of the chamber. Peeling himself out of a personally stylized crater, the lanky Whisper staggered for a step or two while trying to get the duplicate mobs in his wobbly vision to recombine into one for targeting purposes. "We've talked about this, at length, Bob. Manners maketh the man. So man up!" Stumbling while reaching into his cowl, the feign instantly turned to recovery only to launch a very startled inky black mass from its comfy sleeping quarter

Seizing a moment's advantage as Kat went all... whatever electric magnificence it was that she'd just pulled out of wherever and managed to shove Ryland forward to the end of the dock. The skiff was there... kinda. "Ugh... it looks even worse than I remember from last time." It wasn't much to look at. No, actually, it was barely anything to look at, given how punky the tiny vessel's deck boards looked, bits of shy shining through the absent hull below in a few places. It was only modestly redeeming that skyships didn't really need to keep any water out. The heavily corroded cont

"I really hate this bloody dog." Groaning after a searing, magma-drool laden bite had tried to sever his left shoulder Freyd watched as the glowing globules of bile sloughed off thanks to Zandra's timely intervention, adding to those already melting parts of her instead. "Oh, uh... thanks? You're okay there, right?" The unhinged healer's maddened, yet cheerful, grin signaled disturbingly to the positive. Healers. Weird, but effective. "Fine, puppers. You want to play it that way? Let's see how you like this." Clenching the void-like wraps hard, Freyd's teeth audibly clenched a

In a surprising act of courtesy for someone renown for irreverence, Freyd actually pulled back his trademark cowl to expose an unruly mop of black hair slovenly draped over a pair of piercing blue eyes. Slender, arched brows gave him a slightly predatory appearance, but his face was otherwise surprisingly commonplace. "Erm... I'm pretty sure the king is the one that did said betraying, actually," he offered Wulfrin, eyes boggling a bit by way of explanation, "but the quest provides little to no detail. It might explain the dilapidated castle motif and bloodstained upholstery surroundi

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"Bitch got what she finally deserved!" Ryland just couldn't help himself once Calas had fallen, calling out his old nemesis though she was now nothing more than a sprinkling of glitter on deck boards some fifty feet back. All of her men had fallen with her, leaving them all still being swarmed by an especially surly bunch of pirates. "Dude," Freyd barked, smashing a random swashbuckler hard enough to send him flying back against the advancing throng like a wrecking ball and slowing their chase. "You really need to shut it." Glancing sideways, Freyd managed to pull out a healing cr

Bustling in through the front door, Freyd carried a long ream of paper that might have passed as annual gift man's naughty and nice list, the tail end trailing out into the street behind him. Persi was playfully batting at it like some sort of string toy. The Whisper, meanwhile, was wholly absorbed by its contents and clearly crunching some serious math behind that silly cowl. "Hey, Kat. Need to restock the larder before we get too close to the next raid, and everyone else at the guild is tied up with other business these days. Not to mention that your goods have always proven reliabl

Having wrapped up a quick visit to The Knight Shift while he waited, Freyd continued his clandestine patronage of Ren's shop in the hopes that they would continue to bear fruit and foster the growth of new players. Stationing an agent to watch his back had also kept opportunistic riff-raff and a few disgruntled neighbours off his back, to good effect. 'Plans within plans,' he thought, quoting one of his favourite novels, even as he spotted the gaggle of newbs gathering in Tomoika's square, two of them already known to him. Not so newb no more. Good. Nodding as if just finishing a hand

Spewed forth from a harrowing dive through the thin veils and shades cast by the Magistrate's throne, Freyd had escaped a solo fight with a boss he felt might otherwise have been much beyond his own abilities. Suppressive effects of the gossamer webs spanning the treetops about her lair prevented complete success and shunted him sideways into never-never land. In this case, that meant emerging from a crook between two butt-cheeks of a particularly gnarled oak on the outskirts of the Fire Forest, darker, nastier cousin. The Flaming Heebie-Jeebies Forest? Farted out the ass of the tree,