Freyd

"What the...?" Freyd was starting to feel bad for the poor red-coated party mascot, his fishing skills suffering their own brand of self-named tale. Had Wulfrin taken the Foraging quest by accident, but no one had the heart to tell him the truth?! Kiluia was in fine form, though, slapping each fish out of the water like a hungry bear eager to get its pesky kids off its back. This latest one was practically hurled right at him, leading Freyd to speculate that his old friend might be having a little fun at his expense - which was completely fair. Sidestepping at the last moment, the Whi

"Apologies, sensei-chan." Freyd bowed, sincerely, but with dual meaning. Though he'd invited Katoka to teach him the art of the sword, this exercise was as much about accepting the brunt of her deliberately fostered frustration - ideally also learning to do the same against future opponents. He'd also witnessed aggression stirring in Katoka since she'd received her newest blade. It was essential to determine whether it was the result of the blade's innate darkness or something deeper. Samael's Pride carried its own pull and price. Would such a burdensome weapon prove too much for his fri

A sweeping kick sprayed the last vestiges of the previous fossil fish in a high arc, squarely into the new one's bulbous eyes, sparking as they hit whatever that weird dangly lantern thing was meant to be. Changing the trajectory of his movements at the last moment, he whirled and slammed his fist full force into the thing's left knee, causing to explode. The mobs flailed, unable to maintain any sense of balance as it toppled and fell onto Renault before the rest of its crumbled into yet another cloud of sparkly death dust. "Moar," he roared, before dropping his voice back down to norma

Wulfrin had to stop and turn after a dozen steps. Freyd still hadn't moved, his usually stern blue eyes startlingly wide and staring back as if someone had just struck him dumb. A few more seconds were needed to get his lips sufficiently rebooted to function, his tone lacking its usual confidence or edge. "Me?!" Attempts at blinking away his daze struggled to find traction. "I... that's... very kind," he finally managed, sounding strangely solemn. Sure, he'd helped them out in a number of ways, and with gear and advice, and... the penny finally dropped. And you did what friends do,

Racing through the underbrush, Wulfrin found himself confronted by whipping branches and debris, branches snapping at him as the sky unleashed gust of unpredictable fury from various directions at once. The last thing he expected was to see the same two girls he'd just chased after come running towards him, tears streaming down their panicked faces. The older-looking of them seemed to cradle her partner, sheltering her with her arm as they darted past Wulfrin without the slightest regard and back towards Krycim village. Thunder boomed overhead once more, causing the overhead boughs to c

"Never underestimate the value of authenticity when preparing a disguise. Also, yes." A manic grin confirmed suspicions that he was likely messing with her on at least some lesser level. Freyd perused Zackariah's shop while his copilot conducted the interrogation, scouring the place for random inspiration has he half-listened to their conservation. Eyes glanced askew at Katoka's once a name was dropped. A lead. "What kinds of items has she been seeking, if I may ask?" The NPC's insights might connect dots linking Veradine more directly to the embers or toxic pheromones his colle

Groaning at Kiluia's joke, he couldn't keep a smile from creeping onto his lips. Ciela seemed to appreciate it more, also demonstrating her prowess for the group and striking their enemy for good measure, her bubbly personality already egging the rest of them on. "What the? You still have the penguin?!" Pivoting on the spot, his one leg not appearing to shift, but planting his position firmly on the ground, Freyd's other foot whipped and spun to catch the man-fish in the gills to a horrible horrible warbling sound mixed with the shattering of glass, mere inches above the cuddly tu

Several merchants called out to him offering various sundry wares, none of which he required, though the scents of local cuisine proved enticing. For such a small village, they seemed to have well-developed arts in this regard, likely from whatever mistress ran the only true lodging house in Krycim proper. With only a hundred or so residents, and little traffic in the ages since the front lines first swept through, there was little call for visitors. Wulfrin's gaze strayed repeatedly to his periphery, wondering whether his own false self might pay him another visit, like it had promised. H

"IN Raitoboro Bay?!" Freyd immediate reaction was less than stellar and unworthy of the message's author's intent. But, in the absence of actual details, might be forgiven. The Whisper's fortunes soured suspiciously often when it came to activities in open water. If the pattern persisted, one of them would likely eventually prove lethal. "Right before I make the switch to heavy armor," he grumbled. "Maybe I should just attach lead weights to my ankles and get it done with." Persi, lounging nearby comfy couch well lit by rays beaming in from the adjacent bay window, rolled her eyes a

[Note: No reply from Sora, who appears to have dipped from site. After five months, we are moving ahead under the assumption that the player will not be returning.] "You'll be fine," Freyd offered in his most comforting tone, "Provided you let me do the fighting for you. Just being near the battle will suffice, and should provide you with a substantial level boost once the mob is taken down. There's literally nothing more to the quest, though related troubles have occasionally followed." A dismissive wave of his hand implied there was no need to worry, the limb limned by inky black wr

Shimmering patterns of verdant greenery and light interplay with each other among the vast, dense foliage of floor six. Like droplets of rain reflecting the skies from which they fall, each beam would flicker on the jungle floor, then be swallowed. Whether by the canopy above or thick underbrush was a matter of perspective, as are so many other things in life. This floor, in particular, accentuates that dichotomy, home to an infamous breed of mobs unlike any others. No one can say what they look like, save everything and possibly nothing at all. They are hollow, yet deadly, like shadows ca

Tracing the trigger key for his recently acquired meathook, Freyd had yet to actually use the vicious looking thing. It proved to be an unexpected boon from a touch-and-go encounter on the outskirts of Glyndebourne, for which a certain item from this place had proven to be invaluable. "Seems prudent to replace such a treasure, don't you think?" Persi wasn't paying attention, being far too absorbed my a miscellaneous trash can unfathomably denying her righteous curiosity. There was probably nothing in it. They'd never seen a janitor or NPC in the place, and he could only conjure one

Closing out ancient abandoned RP thread with all players' blessing, because why not? Thread Closing Cordelia receives: 1,722 EXP (Word Count [4103/10*6*0.7]) 258 col (0 page [0] + 15% P5 Reward [258]) Freyd receives: 4,018 EXP (Word Count [4103/10*14*0.7]) 602 col (0 page [0] + 15% P5 Reward [602])

Shiina set the tune for the dance to follow, kicking things off with a literal swish of her legs that tipped the thing's tub over and spilled forth a fight. Eruda, bless the passionate flame of her heart, seemed to be struggling against the gelatinous fiends. "Maybe the bucket was full of fire retardant, or something? Don't worry, Firestarter, you'll have your moment!" Star and Wulfrin closed with flanking strikes, and to good effect as each man's blade bit deep into Mega-Jell-O the Magnificent, causing him some significantly disturbing wobbles. "Oh, good. An opening!" Lit

Katoka's compliment struck Freyd harder than any corrective blow, his mouth opening yet void of any form of response. It was a humbling gift, and a role he'd never aspired to achieve. Maybe Raidou actually saw something in me, after all? A solo grinder doesn't consider the benefits and responsibilities of leadership. Their purview and goals revolve around survival and management over their themselves. Thwack! Becoming O&I's captain had already shifted that perspective, at least indirectly, suddenly adding oversight and management of an unpredictable, dynamic resource: peopl

Even his infamous cowl couldn't resist the sheer force of the winds whipping by as the colossus stomped at its own trudging pace across the landscape. At its size, that meant clocking at least forty miles per hour in ground speed. Gods forbid this thing ever take up jogging. Life would only get more difficult if they couldn't cut this massive mob down quickly. Finding a convenient nook in a crevice concealed between the tectonic plates of the thing's thighs, Freyd braced for what he knew was coming. "KAT! GRAB ONTO SOMETHING!" Screaming into a hurricane while suffering

"Hey! Don't look at me. I had dibs," Freyd joked, smirking beneath his suspiciously familiar shades. "But, given how good Mina and Ciela look, I might have to give up my claim, or maybe get something similar for Elora?" Said smirk turned modestly goofy for a moment, an unfamiliar sense of comforting warmth flushing the Whisper's face. "Dude. Leave room for the rest of us." Wulfrin had twenty feet of clear space to either side of him. "I haven't actually sat for a decent fish in a long while. This could be nice." Persi had already oozed from her hiding place and absconded with samp

A nod and smile sent Wulfrin's way while azure eyes beneath his cowl appreciated the fit of his old outfit on his friend. It felt weird, but good weird. "I should probably have mentioned, Wulfrin, to keep eyes on the back of your head. You might not want certain people mistaking you for me, wearing that outfit. If you take a close look at the fabric, you'll find it riddled with black on black bullseyes." A joke, mostly, but also a warning. Freyd's duties kept enemies away from his guildmates, but multiplied them in turn. Spycraft wasn't great for improving relationships, yet somehow he'

As per ticket 0036: [x16] Beckon the Void | AOE SHATTER | MENACE | FRACTURE | NICHE (Shades of Gemini) | (16 + 2 * targets EN) | A multi-target sword art that can only be used if the sword art used the previous turn had rolled a natural CD9+. When performing an AoE attack, use only the first roll. Successful attacks made using this sword art generate an additional +1 Hatred and apply or refresh a stack of [Shatter] to that enemy for 3 turns. [Shatter] is a debuff that can stack up to a cap of 3, taking immediate effect on the attack it was applied on. Each stack of [Shatter] removes -20 M

"It's been a very long time." Freyd carried a nostalgic look, smiling wistfully at intruding memories of his earliest adventures. "I spent a long time carting around a blade that had literally fallen out of the sky. Turned out that NIGHT had dropped it while on an upper level and it just happily landed at my feet. Awkward to be found wielding it, later, when we finally, properly met." Following her instructions with reasonable skill, Freyd's stances suffered a bit from lack of use. "Samael's Pride was first formed as a greatsword, later a staff, and now wraps. It might be time for it

Trouble had been brewing in the outskirts of Kalanaes for some time. Little more than rumours, at first, Freyd assumed that it was the usual brand of infighting between rival dark elf factions or perhaps a conflict with a local band of subterranean critters that had taken up local residence. Recent hunts against Ugzeke and other local beasts had found no evidence, until today. Holding a pauldron too large for most players, save perhaps Oscar or someone of similar stature, he spun it in his hands to better explore its markings. "A reptilian hand?" Pressed against the steel with enough

Noting the names on the unexpected invite, Freyd dismissed the treasured black walnut bokken in his hands, allowing its fading form to retreat to his inventory. He'd been practicing hard since he and Katoka began their lessons, keeping to himself in the guild hall's underused dojo. Members of Firm Anima filled their days in the field, unless their passions tied them to their crafts. The latter were also Kiluia's to manage, not his. Operations & Intelligence had its hands full with other duties, including training up a crop of new recruits as agents. He'd been spending what time could

Spiraling up and around the round tunnel walls, Freyd fell like a missile on one of the two remaining slimes, smashing it with a full piledriver dive that sprayed its resulting fractal burst to temporarily brighten the dimly lit sewers. Snaring a stray bone from within his first victim, he flung it a the lone remaining target without much effect. Without system support, he was literally trying to pin Jell-o to the wall and having about as much success as one might expect. "Bah! Never was that good at single targets," he muttered under his breath. "Hang in there, Star and Wulfrin. You

"Goddamn. How is something so dry also so slippery!?" Playing an unhinged game of cat and mouse with the sand shark, Freyd kept missing the thing by a hair's breadth while its jaws had the same luck against him. The other players did what they could, but it was a given that the onus to end this fight rested with him. "Just mind your hate. Terra Firma won't be forgiving if any of you accidentally pull aggro." Bending backwards in a bone-wrenching arch, he barely dodged the thing's latest serrated snap and had to pivot and flip off his left hand as the mob's tail swung wide with

Grimacing in the face of the chaos unfolding around the arena floor, Freyd considered reaching through shadow to try and hold Piasuhon's attention, but the beast was preternaturally fickle. Tanking this thing was a shot in the dark - har, har - and they could ill afford to get less organized than they already were. "Best I can manage is to keep him momentarily disoriented, but he recovers fast!" Charging the rhino unexpectedly, Freyd bought them a moment's reprieve by body slamming the thing, Persi slipping out from beneath his clothes to lend her considerable weight. "That's not