Freyd

"Now! While it's dazed." Both men dashed to close the distance, Persi having already scampered off in chase of whatever squirrel-like critter had captured her attention. So far as she was concerned, her bit was done and the players could do the rest. Typical. Aus slashed mightily with his blade but found little purchase through the boar's thick hide. Freyd wasn't having much luck either on the far side. Recovering from its stupor, the boar bucked wildly while slashing its tail around to clear itself room enough to maneuver. Frantic melee ensued with each side seeking some advan

Something large squealed ominously in the distance, following by thundering footsteps shuddering the ground with every step. "Ugh... not again." Freyd cupped his brow with a single gloved hand for the briefest moment. "This has to be one of the most common bosses. Every player has some latent bad experience with these things - some trauma. You'd think they'd have found something new by now. Maybe we should be glad that they haven't?" A spectral boar broke from the underbrush, glowing an eerie translucent red while its seething form swelled to twice its size before them. Twin bl

Wailing in the key of caterwauling, the mobs fell prey. Each of them fell in turn while Aus and Freyd carved a relentless path forward, but to where? "What are we even after?" "Nothing, probably. At least, nothing beyond whatever boss this map summoned forth. That's usually the key. Find the boss. Kill it. EXP, loot the bodies. Not really all that much to it, ultimately. I've done so many of these that it's practically become routine." "So, nothing to be worried about then?" "I didn't say that," came the Whisper's languid response. "The boss still deals a whopping

Traveling from Ogo'mathas to Coral took little effort as the Labyrinth encroached over the vast majority of its floor. Little room was left for the only known settlement in the remaining narrow strip of land beyond its borders, and thus little travel was required to reach its teleportation portal. Placing a gloved hand onto the alabaster arch, Freyd spoke the name of his destination clearly. Muttering carried the risk of ending up somewhere you didn't intend and was highly discouraged. It was generally considered to be equally uncouth to go about yelling at the top of your lungs, annoying

"Do you really believe he was dumb enough just to go in there on a dare?" "Yes," Freyd replied, "because he gave me this." Holding up a small scroll, his companion recognized it instantly. "A dungeon map? I don't get it." "It's the one he was dared to use, only the people who gave it to him told him this was the correct floor. It isn't." Rolling open the parchment, the Whisper noted key abstract characters that made it look like the map was intended for a particular corner of the Labyrinth. "I've traveled across many areas most people have never seen in the castle, especial

"Uh... ladies? Need I remind you that electricity and wat..zzzz...YOUCH! That smarts!" He'd seen the familiar forms rising from the water mere moments before Katoka responded, with Elora right behind them. Both instantly sent sparks a'flying, fraying his nerves at the potential consequences of a rickety raft full of soaking wet players might dish out against themselves as much as the monsters. The darkness wasn't helping, though constant near-miss flashes of lightning might have helped if he didn't already have nightvision. Instead, it was like being blinded by highbeams set loose fr

Tick, tock, tick, tock... Just like clockwork, the Whisper came at the appointed hour, by a different route and under a different guise to maintain his Machiavellian charades, but punctual nonetheless. Were anyone clever enough to track the timing, they'd be disappointed to see yet another mundane mob wandering through the Champion's Hall, gold-plated broom and dust bin in tow. The place had standards, after all, and appearances had to be maintained. It was a good thing they left these things laying around all over the place. Truly, the place was void of any need for maintenance or janitor

"Me? A free spirit? I suppose I should be flattered if you thought that to be the case. I try my best to be unpredictable. But, it's hardly the truth. There's almost always method to my madness, whatever form it might take." Parts of his mind sought to shutter the conversation, to reveal nothing of himself to anyone, but Hirru had proven himself time and again. Dawn had risen on the realization that they could not simply brute force their way through Kayaba's trap - and certainly not alone. Elora was first, but not alone, among those who had taught him the value in people. The term was

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you both so very much. I was sure I was a goner... so sure..." The weeping started over again as part of an ongoing meltdown that had already lasted over an hour. Freyd wasn't the most overtly caring person anyone might ever encounter, and whatever patience and understanding his friends might have nurtured in him had long since worn thin. Aus had been blatantly annoyed from the get-go. "Look, uh... Riku," it had been tough to confirm through all the tears and Freyd was already wishing he could stuff the entire escapade into the trash folder of his memori

"Took you long enough." Freyd just grinned at the complaint, content that the two of them had bested such a formidable beast so effectively. He'd heard of the maze weaver, mostly through gossip and reports filtered through O&I's many back channels, but this was his first direct encounter. Considered to be a field boss, no one had yet encountered any on floors cleared above the twenty fifth. Maybe they stopped spawning above that point? Unlikely. Nabbing the knight's fallen blade on his way, he used it to better cut the webbing and release his friend from his awkward plight. Wh

Desperation fueled the beast's frenzy and it threw the entirely of its size and weight directly against its jailor. Aus braced has best he could against the onslaught, countless pinging strikes flailing against his plate and battered shield. "I'm gonna need a polish after this," he yelled, almost gleefully, over the din of battle. Freyd learned long ago that the man was at his more congenial in the throes of combat. It was weird, but reliable. The weaver was far less amused, grasping the edge of his shield with its pincered maw, seeking to wrench it from his grasp. The straps held, b

"Pin it against that corner. Take away its mobility!" Aus moved instantly, despite having lost the thread of the combat to date. His leader's orders were all he needed: tactics and direction with intent. Hulking in his blackened steel armor, the man swung and slashed for effect, rather than damage. One of the weaver's own webbed platforms stretched overhead to prevent its own easy escape. "Oh no you don't." A quick smash and shove from his shield kept in hemmed in despite the mob's apparent awareness of its predicament. "Not sure how long I can keep it here," Aus replie

"It likes to play in the shadows, does it?" Glancing at the orange slash on his leg, Freyd could already see the wound closing as his healing skills kicked in. Chimes from the webbing became a cacophony as their assailant skittered across and above them seeking advantage of its own, but it had gotten its freebie and revealed itself in the process. The Whispers features seemed to retreat into the shadows of his own cowl, eyes concealed in its darkness while he peered through it - through shadow. "There you are." Resembling some demonic giant spider, the maze weaver had moved to s

Purchasing 4 of the the following items: Water Canister (x3) | [400col] Grants +(5 *Tier) health regeneration while out of combat. Effect lasts for one thread. Total Cost: 1600 col

Fortunately, Freyd's tracking skills still functioned within the maze, albeit to a more limited degree. Reports received by O&I contained a name, which proved enough to find the poor fellow's whereabouts even if their condition was far from hospitable. "Did this idiot actually come here willingly?" Aus' sarcasm was on point. Every inch of wall and floor was covered in thick, luminescent webbing, even extending to form layered platforms and an unofficial ceiling overhead. Freyd was already wondering whether they might be used to reach and traverse the labyrinth atop its own partiti

A 'scree' to rupture eardrums; or it would have been if he'd actually had any to burst. Katoka's high pitch squeal would have scared off every fishing within a league, save one, as it turned out. As the spiffy blonde samurai leaped lightning fast into the air, the boat's balance shifted instantly in response to the suddenly absent weight. Freyd's eyes barely had time to widen before joining the mass of his flailing arms and shadows tumbling backwards into the drink. Some cursing might have been involved, but was drowned out by inelegant splashing and the roar of an injured mob whose cinema

"It took quite some time to run through the previous stock." Leaning over the collected products in the display case, Freyd was careful not to touch. He'd witnessed the compound's effects many times, to the extreme detriment of the recipients. Priorities were shifting. Roles and systems had to adapt accordingly. A waving hand adjusted ownership. Transaction complete. The commitment was made and new path chosen. Who would have ever guessed? "Thank you, Bistro, for always being prepared." Unorthodox words from the calculating mob murdering machine. "Take care of yourself." A stran

"How long?" "Six hours." Spoken with utmost pessimism, Aus' sizable, armored form made it clear that already considered the missing players to be gonners. "Mobs don't often take prisoners, certain specific quests aside. I guess it takes up too much RAM, or something." Gruesome, but also not wrong. Freyd flipped a short stick of white chalk into the air, catching it deftly on its descent and stuffing the thing into one of his seemingly infinite pockets. The labyrinth on twenty five was notoriously fickle to those plumbing its depths. Even the strongest and most experienced players ra

"Subtle," came Freyd's deadpan reply in response to his towering friend's acrobatic arrival. He'd actually expected him to bowl over a dozen NPC's like some cataclysmic orbital strike at a carefully arrayed set of pins. Oscar wasn't exactly hard to miss, whether in a crowd, stuffing his gob gob full of free samples, leaping ridiculously from low level rooftops. The Whisper had learned his own gymnastic shenanigans from the best, after all. "And, also, yes it has." Distracted and now keenly alert to the potential of a fresh threat or mystery, Freyd 'Spidey' senses had triggered at overh

Keeping half an eye on their green-haired companion, Freyd sensed her resurgent anxiety. Was it the open water? Maybe she'd had a bad experience with sea life in her youth? "There's so many fish!", he heard her say, wonder glossing over her worries as features softened with delight. Thank goodness. She'd come so far in facing her fears. Sparing a moment to gaze upon the sparkling kaleidoscope of coral ablaze beneath them Freyd's own amazement eased his own perpetual tension, already relaxed by the gift of an unexpected getaway. His instincts had screamed that it was too good

Barter and trade, the appraiser's best arsenal at work and invaluable when it came to equipping the rank and file to face whatever manner of enemy Cardinal bent their way at its master's whim. Freyd has been seeking building materials of late, for a private project near and dear to his heart - plying his chosen trade for less martial or clandestine purposes. It felt good to step away from seemingly perpetual conflict. Others had the right of it: make time for the things that matter lest no more of it remain. Fate never tells you how much you have left on your fuse before you blow. So, odd

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Light Armor (R5) Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: Meticulous mod, Resolve addon, Ferocity addon SP Incurred Towards Limit: 34 (excludes Meticulous and Resolve) SP Refunded: 44 Cost: 44,000 col (Fee sent to Banker)

A gentle knock at the door followed by polite pause led to the entry of a familiar yet notably different fellow by his bearing. Freyd had been through a lot lately, and it was showing. That alone was significant for someone normally so unabashedly reserved. Carefully removing his footwear to prevent soiling the shop floor, he offered a casual bow and quiet greeting. "I need these stitched into something more potent and reliable, Setsuna, and you've always proven meticulous and exceptional in your work. Could you spare the time to fuse them together for me?" Sliding a note on the counter

"Huh. Nice spot," Freyd admitted to himself aloud, having suddenly appeared at the threshold of Morningstar's stunning tropical getaway. Yet the man standing there in no way fit the standard mold of expectations for the brooding, edgelord otherwise referred to as The Whisper in Shadows. Instead, clad in little more than an open red Hawaiian shirt with white palm tree print, black shorts and a pair and well-worn sandals, it was hard to believe him to be the same person. Even the constant pallor of his skin had started to darken after several similarly relaxing forays. Who knew that he coul

"Let's let the scenery provide the rainbows," Freyd countered, turning his sight towards the kaleidoscope of colours floating in the mists over the nearby waterfalls. It was as close as you could get to making such a view permanent, short of magicky system shenanigans. A vague memory intruded from a long-ago field trip to Takakkaw Falls as a child, and witnessing a similar effect first hand. "It seems to have the hang of it, I'd say." Breathing deeply, Elora could see the tension bleeding from his shoulders just by being in the place. Cares and worries piled up behind his eyes like ba