Freyd

Step 1: Item Evals: Rank 5 Appraiser (Base: BD 10, CD 8+ for unique, 10 identifications per day) +1 to CD from Hermes’ Scale +2 EXP: Hard Working (also +1 IDs per day) +2 EXP: Lucrative (Firm Anima) (also +2 IDs per day) +1 EXP: Custom Ambition Tool (bought from own shop 2020-07-16) Identifications: 13x T4 Perfect Items (@3040 col) = 39,520 col 13x Reroll #1 (@1000 col) = 13,000 col 13x Reroll #2 (@2000 col) = 26,000 col 13x Reroll #13(@4000 col) = 52,000 col Total Cost: 130,520 col Junking: 10x T4 Perfect Item (@1900) = 19,000 col Convert 4 uniq

Something mewed. Meowed? Was meowing? "What the heck?" A cacophony of cat calls rang our from the surrounding arid plains, swirling about the party like an angry wind. It sounded like a caterwauling coriolus had a hot date with a dust devil leaving behind a litter of illegitimate kitten now hell-bent on revenge. Freyd hadn't realized how literally true that assumption might be. Surging our of the horizon from every direction, whirling dust formed a vortex raining what first seemed like sand down upon them until... *AH-CHOO!* "Wait...is this... cat hair!?" Forming

Closing his eyes and drawing one final breath, he held it, lungs clinging to it like a past life a part of him wasn't yet prepared to leave behind. An imagined hand, caressing the side of his face and lilting nervous laughter rung in his ears. Warmth and passion loosed the tension around his heart, allowing him finally to exhale. Reaching for the dark wood blade, Freyd accepted... no... chose to claim a new fate. Rising on the spot, his feet extending like a scissor lift, he held the bokken aloft with both hands apart. Bowing respectfully to the blade, as well as his sensei, signaled his

"Something like that, I think. Though it may be more up to you than me." Patting on the matted floor next to where he say, Freyd invited his friend to join him. "You've been very open and honest with me about your own recent struggles. It seems only right that I should share alike." She saw him pause, gulping down something difficult, yet intangible, momentarily stuck in his throat. "A long time ago, shortly after Raidou and I first met, we ran through the Scents of the Wilds quest chain, much as you and I have been. We got to know each other a lot better, and soon rea

"Bahahahaha. Gods, I love the smell of burning mobs in the--" *hurk* A sound of sour spitting and fervent nose blowing followed. "Sorry. A bit got up my schnoz, there, for a second." Absolutely slathered into decomposing slime, Freyd look like a total madman, probably due in part to Shiina's influence raging through his digital veins. A tender smile crossed his drooping features as he watched Raidou and Eruda sharing a moment, the surrounding sewers only offering more poignant contrast. Wulfrin and Morningstar were both doing their bro thing, which was also cool. It was

"Oh! Thank you," the Whisper replied, genuinely surprised and unexpectedly touched by Ciela's generous gift. "I'll make sure to share them with friends after we're done here. The swamp air doesn't tend to mix well with pastries, so please forgive me if I store them away for now." Sincerity proved true as his eyes gazed longingly at the tin, before slender fingers banished them to the safety of his inventory. "It's good to see you all again, and nice to have an opportunity to pull Kil out to enjoy... well, it's air, even if perhaps not the freshest." A friendly and familiar nod greete

Sitting akimbo on the padded mats of a sparsely used dojo buried deep within the Cathedral of the Lost, Freyd had been staring at the same simple blade for hours. Set loosely on the ground before him was an ornate wooden bokken of black walnut, crafted by special request from the limbs of a fallen treant down on floor eight. A friend among the elves of Ellesmera had secured the rare materials and one of the local craftsmen had been kind enough to work it into the proper form. Its wrappings still lay scattered all around it. A dozen more, far more weathered than the prize before him, lay cra

"Yes. Climb. Think... uh... well, it's kinda like beating up a mountain, actually. Or, I suppose you could substitute your favourite Kaiju, if you prefer. The point is that we need to hit its weak spots to do any notable damage to something that big. Go for the joints. Stone doesn't like to bend. We can help it break itself apart with selective applications of force." Pausing for bearings, Freyd merely smiled a little smile at her innuendo about Elora, offering nothing concrete, yet hinting that things were also going swimmingly. "We're doing just fine. It's been an adjustment

Papers lay scattered throughout Freyd's office; the mechanism of logistical planning strewn about the room as evidence of an impending raid. Even their sheer volume belied the truth, as tenfold more information hovered in digital format above, invisible save to his own keen eyes. A dozen exhausted saucers stacked three cups high apiece played hide and seek behind and beneath piles, some folded like origami in an effort to alleviate the maddening drudgery of coordinating so many unknowns. Would they have enough tanks? Or the right types? How to mesh fractious personalities and volatile ego

Melt down the following items into 6 mystic essences: Base item Reroll #5 (16,000 col), spend 3 mystic essence from above to add PHASE Spend 1 demonic shard to upgrade to demonic quality. Spending three more mystic essence from above to add ABS.ACC. To produce: Total cost: 1 demonic shard and 16,000 col

Folding the memorable clothing with care, Freyd bundles each part of the garb separately, taking extra caution with the cowl. Maybe the time had come for someone else to wear it? He'd been debating a change for some time. This felt like the next necessary step towards that moment. "Wulfrin will need this in the raid." The item itself wasn't anything all that elaborate, save being of demonic quality. But that wasn't the point. It carried legit street cred and recognizability. Handing this over felt like handing off a part of himself, even if he hadn't worn it in some time. But th

"Son of a..." The expression died on his lips, unfinished as Freyd's brain struggling to connect the rest of it with the giant feline that had just bypassed him completely and pounced on Wulfrin instead. The Lion was hurting, but apparently not enough to keep it from being a threat. Lunging towards the beast, he wrapped his arm around its thick neck, earning a face full of shaggy mane for his trouble. It felt like bear-hugging one of those huge carny plushies, except if someone had filled it with lead. Every muscle straining against the giant cat's weight as the Whisper ripped it off

Mac's combat flair was certainly drawing the beast's interest. Enough so that Freyd wondered whether a howl would manage any more than snatch it back momentarily. Combined with NIGHT's distracted state, another tactic seemed wiser. Slipping between shadows, the Whisper reappeared right behind Katoka, catching the raging rhino's eye with a pointed strike, discombobulating the beast without managing much damage. Piasuhon veered and rolled over itself, slamming into the arena wall with a crashing thud that sprayed blood-soaked sand all over the crowd. Judging by the cheers, this was deemed a

Chalk was getting everywhere. As necessary as the sticks were when trying to navigate through this god forsaken maze, Freyd hated having to clean it off his black on black adventure wear after every foray. "Here," he called, flicking one of them to a nervous looking Morningstar, the floor's perpetual morning gloom apparently bringing him down. "Don't look so tense. Finding this thing is harder than killing it, and I brought plenty of snacks." A modest platter appeared, supplementing the party's needs and ready for others to partake as they arrived. Freyd downed several additional ite

"DINGO!" The sudden barked caused a hefty clang and thump to follow from around one of the ruin walls, sounding suspiciously like someone falling out of a hammock. "You've got a punter, ye lazy lout. Git yer butt oot 'ere 'n' deal wi' a' this stuff. Ah juist finished sorting freyd's ridiculous 'piling system' while ye napped th' efternoon awa'. Sae ye git tae deal wi' th' customers!" Nearly frothing at the mouth as she terrorized her brother back into a waking semi-functional state, her temper vanished just as suddenly as she beamed up at Ariel, admiring her impressive garb and regal

An opening, in a slime? Why not. "Tits up. Mouths closed." That was all the warning they were given. Dashing through the hole left by Star, Freyd plunged into the melee with the subtlety of an overtuned weed whacker sporting adamantine blades instead of filament, an army of shades covering his advance like a spoopy vanguard. The mobs couldn't keep straight which one was the danger. Truth was they all were, depending on the moment. The Whisper seemed to vanish from one shadow, reappearing through another and assuming its position, repeating the pattern to devastating effect. Plants

Blushing at the unexpected compliment, Freyd wasn't used to such attention in the slightest. "Erm. Yes? Smash. Smash is good!" The flush of colour nearly reached the full length of his ears before he could summon and retreat before his cowl once more, a hint of warbling, reassuring smile still visible beyond its edges. Poking her in the side seemed only fitting, as she so often did the same to him. "And, you're welcome. I think?" Ribbons of purest night spun themselves back into existence, twisting and twirling like the most menacing of magical girl routines Katoka could imagine,

Invigorated by Shiina's unique brand of wumbo juice, Freyd felt like his veins were vibrating internally, pulsing with extra power. The rest of the gang was readily pounding the poor troll into paste, Ugzeke reeling under the relentless assault. "Nice one, Eruda. Good to see you in action. Oh, and you're hair's on fire." It wasn't, but Freyd was too busy jonesing over getting the gang back together to care, and Eruda was fun to tease. Besides, fire was really her thing, as their enemy was in the process of learning. Maybe. Ugzeke really wasn't that bright. Actually, he was about

Even from their earliest days spent together in the death game defining their existence, Freyd had never seen Katoka look so shaken or vulnerable. Sadness pouring from her smiling eyes initially made him flinch, unaccustomed and unprepared for the intensity of witnessing his friend's raw and unbridled agony. Even the Whisper's chronic intensity, perceived as harsh by many, softened in the face of so much unspoken anguish. As Katoka's heart opened its floodgates, he felt lost to do anything other than stand and become a sea wall against her surging emotional tides. This was her moment of cat

"Yeah. In here,..." Smiling without mirth, Freyd merely nodded his appreciation to Oscar for not pushing the issue more than he might have. Trivializing the events they'd just witnessed fared no better. It wasn't as simple as just dismissing the whole thing as a game, regardless of its veneer. These were lived experiences, whatever their 'real world' merits. "First we dismiss the mobs as inhuman conjurations. Then we tar the NPCs with the same brush. Inevitably, we start to turn on each other, forgetting what it even means to be human." More hung on his lips, remaining unspoken even as

"A sound plan." Freyd's eyes were focused on the dark elves and darker shadows of Kalanaes. This place held many secrets and malicious memories, many of both still lingering or festering to this day. "It would be best if we keep moving," he urged them along from beneath his cowl. Any of them who turned would note that the Whisper's appearance had changed, skin darkening as his hair did the opposite. Unruly black became shock of tempestuous white. A rueful grin was the only admission on the man's face as his features morphed to better suit their surroundings. Even his clothing had taken o

An auspicious start, to be sure, but the Whisper's luck ran out swiftly this time around. His fellow players scrambled down the cliff face into the fray, each taking aim with an expected degree of difficulty. Firm Anima was no slouch. "Nice hit, uh..." he needed a moment to check the party stats, having glossed over introductions a bit for the sake of expediency. After so many, runs on this mob were starting to blur together into one gigantic shark-tooth infested melee montage. "Typhoonflame... sound like TIFF, if I think it fast enough. Apologies in advance if you don't like nickname

"Hey now. Don't food with your play. You have no idea where that's been, and neither one of us ever wants to ever consider it again, capiche? Now finish up so we can get out of here." Sliding his boots back on in an way that felt like laterally re-attaching Velcro, the Whisper just sighed and focused on making his way towards the exit and the slowly rising haze on the left. Given that the sun had already set behind them, by this point, he was fairly certain that would be Glyndebourne. "Come on, Persi. Finish up so we can go home." The tiny pair of blue eyes with slotted i

"Persi? Did you want to take this bunch? I wouldn't mind a break." Finding something he could legitimately sit on without impaling himself, risking some form of infection, or that wouldn't otherwise squelch in some disgusting way proved to be a greater challenge than anticipated. Finally finding a wooden barrel that could bear his weight, Freyd sat and took off his boots, draining the accumulated sludge like some sort of concrete slurry. His pants and socks weren't in much better shape, but there was little point in attempting a proper cleaning as long as he was still here. "Forget a

The last of the basted meat muppets had been dispatched, leaving on the earlier group that had mindlessly entwined itself in the spiked chains. This one was firmly in Walking Dead territory, the golems having shredded themselves to a consistency comparable to pulled pork by the time he returned. It might have been possible to just leave them to destroy themselves, but he really couldn't take that chance. "Minced meat golems? Yeah. Cardinal would do that." There wasn't really much the program wouldn't dare. Even its censorship protocols seemed to have exceptions so numerous that pl