Freyd

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: 1x T4 Perfect Items (@3040 col) = 3,040 col 1x 1st Rerolls (@1,000 col) = 1,000 col Total Cost: 4,040 col Mystic Essence: (Break down to create 3) Identifications

"If you haven't figured it out yet, Amari, I excel at one specific thing: breaking every goddamn rule Cardinal ever made. Bar none. I don't give up. I don't give in. I don't resign myself to fate. Never have. Never will." Unlike hers, his hands were perfectly steady and still has he spoke. How he wanted them to shake sometimes, to feel the pulse beating to the point of bursting from his veins and threatening to shake him apart, but they didn't. It wasn't who and what he was. He'd looked into the dark of his own soul and seen what stared back. They had come to an accord, even made

In a rare moment, Freyd suddenly felt pity for the poor mob, its dignity in tatters. Here stood the vaunted invincible mob of yesteryear, its defenses battered and broken. Surveying the decrepit vestigial form of fallen greatness, it actually felt wrong to tease and taunt it so, even if it was his wont in life. Trash talk was just part of the game, with a long ignoble tradition, much of which he'd heaped upon FTK himself. "You're right, of course," he called back towards Sekura as the king advanced once more, axe held high. So much of his was left exposed and vulnerable, yet the Whisp

Somehow, Morningstar had managed to bring the Knight low. Not quite to ground, mind you. It was somehow still hanging on by a shard, despite their combined efforts. Not eager to steal a kill from a fellow frontliners, their present circumstances hardly afforded such courtesies. On their left, their allied ranks were buckling and called for reinforcements. You could pretty much pick any direction you wanted and their results were slowly turning towards "Something needs to give," Freyd muttered under his breath, glaring down at their nearly-defeated foe. "Might as well start with you,

***plink*** Combat just stopped, both fighters pausing and staring down the the death knight's cod piece with the tiniest of darts sticking out awkwardly and dressing slightly to the left. As one, they both turned to face Sakura, as if in disbelief. Freyd was delighted by the sheer balls of her shot, whereas the King fumed so heavily that his wrapping looked ready to combust with a combination of rage and embarrassment. "Hey, dude. It's all good, and not like you have to worry about blushing. I'm guessing the vital juices haven't flowed in a while. Am I right?" Of course, t

Pride goeth before a fall, and this dude fell hard long ago. Wounded in the only thing keeping him from oblivion's infinite embrace, Steve hefted his only remaining and took a deep and regrettable whiff. "Yeah. Sorry to break it to you, pal, but she's right. You're absolutely rank. Like... make me want to retool my build to fight from a distance kind of rank." Another slice, this time taking up a chuck of desiccated thigh and mostly structural embalming wraps, Freyd kept taking their opponent bit by arduous bit, with a little help from afar. Except, this time the king had been wa

Darts continued to fly from a distance, peppering the undead king with a panoply of paraphernalia sticking out at odd angles. The one embedded in the gaunt fleshy remains of his throat was particularly amusing, bobbing and he stumbled about. Losing that arm had really done a number of his balance. Grinning widely beneath his cowl, Freyd instantly regretted his own cockiness as something grabbed him by the ankle. "What the... ?!" It was the arm, clutching at him despite the severity of its detachment. Throw off rhythm by the sudden grapple, Freyd's swing went wide, barely turning i

Guillotine in hand, Freyd let it fall onto the fallen. The rest was little more than a shimmering pool of shattered shards spreading out all around them as Eledriel and all its corruption was destroyed. A single rare beam of light opened, peering through the clouded sky like a hint of the floor's lost spirit hailing their victory after so much bitter defeat. Moments later, it faded once more. "A job well done, everyone." Grasping each player's hand in turn, Freyd helped them find their footing, as he'd done with their morale throughout the day's effort. "Drink are on the house tonigh

Black blade arching high and backlit by the haze of sun somehow filtering through miasmic clouds for the moment, Freyd slashed Veritas straight along the creature's spine, leaving a ghastly red tear along the avatar's mesh. When the angel whirled and reeled, it felt his meathook wrap around its neck and yank hard, smashing its marred perfection hard into the Whisper's plate-covered knee with a sickening crunch. Chain retracted, purpose served, Freyd curb stomped the fallen angel for good measure. "That one's for all the people on this floor," he added, stepping back to avoid its wildly

"I would have liked to have been on this floor when everything happened. Not that I could have done anything, but it's nice to dream that it might have been possible. So much was lost." Taking in the worn, fog-slick white stone of Angel Point's few remaining buildings, and many ruins beyond. Freyd had called this place home for many years - a place away from any interest, forgotten to the tragic wake of its own demise. Was it truly saved, or just prevented from reaching a deeper, more infernal layer of hell? "Eladriel keeps to a series of battlements to the east, possibly the site of

Stepping in to seal the deal, Freyd's blade struck true, cleaving the bird's left wing from the rest of its body, both halves tumbling ignobly to the ground. Cawing mutely as its fractured form withered back to nothingness, integrity lost and fading to nothing more than desiccating fractal shards, the surrounding players guarded themselves, wary of another potential burst. None came. The mob was truly and fully defeated. "Nicely done. Good effort on the part of all. I'd say your coordination and timing is improving. Our last foe will test you further, putting together everything we'

The last thing anyone expected, least of all the pheonix, was to see a purplish ball of tentacles come sailing at it through the air in a tizzy of hugs and fart giggles. Freyd had tossed his familiar at the boss, figuring Reliq could face-hug it into apoplexy while the rest of them closed ranks and pummeled the poor thing into pieces. Cruel, perhaps, but oddly effective. Sidestepping the indigo face-suckers squelching form, Freyd found enough feather to take a stab at and deliver some damage. A shrill whistle call the mimic back to him, exposing a frantic-looking bird that had only jus

"This one moves around a lot more than the others we've hunted today. It prefers the hottest, least approachable habitats, often accessible only by air. The phoenix is smart, though somewhat fragile." Having already caught sight of their quarry via shadow, it was now just a matter of marrying eclectic perspectives together with visible landmarks in order to guide them toward their goal. "Foyle, stand ready. We might need you to incapacitate it if it tries to flee or outmaneuver us. Jeeves is the backup, his range being more limited. Ren and I pounce and tear its feathery heart out a

"Next one's up on five," Freyd reminded, reaching out his hand to Ren and instructing the others to link theirs as well. "We're taking a bit of a shortcut to get there, so brace your breath and do not let go of each other under any circumstances." Peeling back reality's veneer, Freyd slipped beneath the world and through the absent void behind all things. They rest followed, more by default than choice, chilled and terrified at their first glimpsed of total nothingness. A wall of heat suddenly assaulted them, cold mountainous surroundings replaced by the orange and red sandstone of For

A buzzing drone filled their ears as they rounded into a rocky valley pock marked with giant pasty holes and teeming with an overabundance of flying insects, all of various disturbingly large sizes. Singling out the one they wanted wasn't hard. She was the biggest and nastiest of the lot, and in the dead centre of the swarm. Propelling himself, Oscar-styles, Freyd launched like a tomahawk and clipped the queen's wings with his opening strike. A sizzle and crackle confirmed that Veritas had struck true, denying the mobility she relied upon as her primary defense. As the rest of the wa

“I think…both you and I have a habit of making things more complicated than they need to be.” A soft blink and chuckled acknowledgement offered no denials. Too true. “Throwing daggers. Interesting. That’s a fairly recent addition, likely meaning he’s adapting as the world changes. Fitting, based on what you’ve told me. The man seems to have a pathology all his own.” Sipping at a conferred cup of tea scented with vanilla, he offered her the same while she admitted to rolling the dice with her fascinations. “I don’t quite like the idea of mutually assured destruction.”

A bolt thunked loudly into the right side of the king's crown, knocking it askew and drawing his skeletal gaze towards Sekura. Eyes flaring red were spent spinning an instant later as Freyd armored gauntlet smashed against the far jawbone and spun the undead's skull full round to rest back facing the Whisper, the red spheres within still rebounding within their sockets. "HEY! Focus, dumbass. We're doing a thing here!" Freyd's scowl broke to give his partner an outstretched thumbs up without breaking gaze with his enemy, crediting her for a beauty shot. Steve roared... more like c

Having gathered the squad on the outskirts of Urbus, Freyd's briefing was provided on the go. The plan was to hit as many field bosses as possible in advance of the next guild raid and stock up their larder with as many spare goodies as possible It would also be good coordination and teamwork practice for them, though the group had fared well in their stand-off against the early spawns of Spectral Knights afflicting floor twenty-nine. As those multiplied and spread, efficiency in response would only become more vital. "We'll start by hitting the wasp queen not far from here, then up to

Matching point, Freyd blitzed into the throne room nearly as fast as Sakura's dart, sword slicing across the seated monarch's chest before the mob could even stand. Sent sprawling, the king dry heaevd what must have been meant as indignation for such poor manners. "Ye, ye... It's nice to see you too, old man." Veritas' black blade clashed against the undead's massive rust-stained battle axe as the two engaged in a heavily mobile melee that wove freely about the court's ample space. 'Steve's' heavier blows were slower and staccato, setting an easier pace and rhythm to dodge around,

A snort and chortle at how improv played itself out and her explanation for it, Freyd simply smiled and shook his head with jovial disbelief. “Call it dumb luck, when it comes to my arrival. I was upstairs when things went sideways. By the time I righted, life spilled me out here instead.” Blue screens popped at his periphery and the man breathed a sigh of relief. The rest of his agents had made it out safely, even felling the Spectral Knight they’d engaged before his unplanned departure. “Oh, you’re going up again Steve?” Head swiveling about, Freyd wondered whether he’d so

The way her voice turned when she said his name… unexpected. Even, tender? She cared that he cared. But why? He wasn’t actually sure. Their complex history wove an intricate enigma whose outcome amounted to ‘not hatred’... whatever that was supposed to mean. By now, Freyd knew Mari’s nature enough to sense how it twisted certain things. Mostly as a defensive reaction, there was no doubt it was borne out of a need to protect herself from blame, deserved and otherwise. But she’d grown so accustomed to its deflective properties that several tethers of her common sense wobbled more than they shou

Thread Closing: Just closing an ancient RP-only thread that is never likely to go any further than it did. Alkor receives: 5846 EXP (Word Count [4176/5*7]) 876 col (0 page [0] + 15% P5 Reward [876]) Freyd receives: 11,692 EXP (Word Count [4176/5*14]) 1,753 col (0 page [0] + 15% P5 Reward [1753])

Listening to her responses without interruption, Freyd’s nodded from time to time as he appreciated her candor. A lot of old baggage was spilling out, and they were fresh out of carousels to sort it all, plus the ground crews had long since left this particular terminal. Each of her responses functioned as a new search filter, selectively sieving the limited data they had at their disposal to find something actionable. “You know my feelings regarding NPCs and familiars.” He did, and did no share it. How could he, after everything he’d seen and felt? The Sundered Spire and its afte

Non-combat support: [EV-F29-PP] Not So Familiar <<Fatal Error: Act I>>: +3 Support Actions [[PP-F29-EV]] Time for a REAL drink <<On The House>>: +2 Support Actions Spectral Knight kills: [EV-PP-29] A New Kind of Wrong <<Fatal Error: Act 1>> [EV-PP-F29] Tactical Analysis: Not Good <<Fatal Error: Act 1>> [EV-PP-29] Honey Bun Run <<Fatal Error: Act 1>> [EV-PP-F29] Other Peoples' Messes <<Fatal Error: Act 1>> [PP-EV-F29] What's One More? || Fatal Error: Act 1

Picking up on the scam without missing a beat, Freyd instantly loved the girl's raw balls and balderdash playing circumstance for advantage. She'd catch sight of a momentary grin as his features folded inward beneath his cowl, form suddenly swelling in size by the height of two heads as his hood turned in best Nazghul fashion towards the two prone thugs. Overhead, his green icon crumbled, vanishing as if it were but a veneer, a pretense to facilitate passage among mere mortals unworthy of serving as anything more than fodder for the void. "Are these the ones you promised?" The voice w