Freyd

Silently, somberly, Freyd listened as Nisa described the divine condition in plain language and metaphor. Eyes scanning the strange avian carvings, it seemed an apt analogy. Did it all relied on the same set of absurd physics that always managed to squeeze more clowns into tiny cars than should ever be possible? Inspired by their surroundings, Freyd found himself imagining aloud. "It sounds like you're describing a gilded cage and faced with an oddly poignant 'Uno-reserve' style question: how many birds could it keep out? It's like the whole thing is a paradox of expectations, feeling

Shrugging off the mental image of elbows with asses, Freyd's reverie broke as said pressed buttons set their surroundings to vibrate. Stone slid past stone like a pair of sassy slick thighs, surely helped along by the ambient moisture of this netherworld. The stench was less enticing. "Oof. Putrid. Someone really let this place go stale. Mechanism like this also need a lube, once in awhile." Between the added references to sticks, surgeries and dark holes, Freyd simply chose not to engage further, wandering forward in silence instead. Sam... Roxi... 'the other one' (tm) - he wa

What began as moans and snickers quickly combusted into full blown cacophonic guffaws as more smooth shiny stones got frisky with his wiggly bits. Mouths appeared in different places, or maybe just one mouth with many independent parts. It was hard to tell, though all were clearly ticklish. Flailing increased in amplitude, as did the gaspy farts, without clear points of origin. Stretch tauter as its assortment of suction cups clung with increasing desperation to a loosening sledge of flagstone, it would look much like the winding of a giggly rubber band, and with predictable results. S

Something about Acanthus' behavior seemed off, but they all had bigger, shinier problems to solve - for now. Despite its size and speed, the strange mob still suffered enough common weaknesses for them to exploit. Very thoughtful of it, and appreciated. The others quickly circled and stabbed, cut, bludgeoned or otherwise hurt the things feelings in whatever way was most conveniently physical. Lessa's glowy-spinny trick, with the lights and pizzaz, certainly pulled its weight. Reliq finally found a way out from its innards through a convenient opening provided by one of Baldur's deeper sla

Shadow gained form in the shape of a fist that drove its way forcefully through the face of the first vexing valkyrie, consigning its frosted features to a terrible thaw and aftermath. As shattered shards of its twin glimmered and spread like marbles across the claw-carved cavern floor, its partner lost footing and reason in the same instant. A nasty pairing at the best of times, the misshapen heroine's lunge was ill timed and fell right into the Whisper's trap. Black clad elbow met winged helm and snapped its face downward with bonecrushing force. The imprint of her shock remained imprint

"Messed up pseudo bird people? Maybe Kayaba left someone alone in the modeling shop for too long, and they went a little cuckoo?" Every ounce of normally abundant willpower was called into action, staying the urge to waggle his sword in her direction, or nip a blossoming bud from the local fauna. Poor Sam might get the wrong impression. "Mercutio certainly loved pressing buttons, and found countless buttons to love, no matter whose house they belonged too. Or so I vaguely recall. It's been a long time since high school English, and that play bored the absolute... Roxi?" Not what he'd exp

Like so many men before him, Freyd was snared and tugged along in the wake of feminine hijinks. At least, thanks to Elora, he'd finally learned to just go with it, rather than bashing his helmetless head against fate. in this case, literally. Of course it was Nisa. It was always Nisa, everytime things went especially weird. Groaning internally, eyes dulled and looking nowhere in the way guys get when beset by female natter on all sides, he soon swapped his rod for his sword. Ironic, considering some would accuse him of just having surrendered his balls. Wisdom and wife taught compromise,

"Seriously?" Greyed brow rose with mixed confusion and consternation. No one came to this floor. Ever. Except if they were after that puma thing, but that was way on the other edge of the castle. Only esoteric foragers ever came this way, and they'd all been scared off by Cardinal's latest broadcast. The inns were full to overflowing, everyone seeking shelter or drowning their sorrows thanks to that glitched quest on twenty nine. As soon as the masses figured that one out there were hardly any players left sober across all of Aincrad, save a few stoically stubborn souls like himself

ph *** Note: CS (Shades of the Gemini) and CSA (Beckon the Void) are in use. If any other player objects to these, please state in first post and it will be considered inactive. Freyd consumes: Elixir of Wrath (Potion) | Tierless Perfect | Damage 3 | 195537b [Draught of Safeguard] - T4 Perfect Potion | Mitigation 3 | 218110 Freyd consumes and shares: Gungir’s Shard (Untradeable/Unique/Reusable Consumable): Smokin' Hot Honey Bun Tray | ACC 2 | EVA 2 | Feast (6/6) + ACC filled Flavoured Yogurt Shot (snack) | T4 Perfect Snack | Probiotics 3 | combined [217728 +

Klepto frolic in full bloom, Reliq was all set to keep bounding about when his new pet rock suddenly jerked as if it had gotten lodged in thick air. Confused, eyes bulging and blinking at the oddity, tiny tentacles yanking ineffectively against whatever magnetic force countered their efforts. Something was calling the stone another direction. Something powerful. At first he thought it might be the weird flying fluffy thing with its own rock collection heading his way. Maybe they wanted to compare shinies? But, no. This was something different... shinier... and infinitely more sinister. F

Mixed feelings met the sound of Acanthus' voice as she rounded the corner to join them. Last he'd seen the woman, she'd fled the chaos of their arrival on this accursed floor by running recklessly into its wilds. Trust had been an early casualty in the shock of their arrival. No safe zone. No NPCs. Hordes of horrific mobs led by eldritch champions besieging them from the outset and twisted whispers that messed with the mind in every stinking, miasmic vapour. Doubts and skepticism were nagging, at the best of times. And now another mysterious threat. “And I thought I was prone to un

"Thbbbbbbbbbttttt...." came the raspberry tune of external tongue-filled delight as it fleshily wagged in his racing wake. The indigo blob flailed toothy tentacles all about and whizzed across dark and broken streets. Soaking up mayhem like Pacman would candy pellets, Reliq jumped from randomly discarded flotsam to jetsam as if each were a priceless piece of discarded artwork left behind for him to unearth and cherish. Each needed all of his love and attention, for about 2.3 seconds. Then it became the next shiny bauble's turn, and the next, and so forth. "Reeee... heeeheee..." G

Shiny bits and bobs flew all about in fanciful arcs and the whizbang of hurtling mayhem shooting in every direction overhead. This new shambler took him to all the best places! Always full of action with delectable goodies to be explored, occupied, or infested, in the nicest possible ways. Currently romping about the milling clawed feet of a dozen skittering tall-ies, this latest batch seemed especially keen on dancing with his monochromatic new friend. They also made the bestest popping noises whenever their dance ended, complete with shiny showers and the glittering promise of coins. Some

Black steel met the slurping coil of writhing tentacles as the latest batch of freshly risen monstrosities surged forth. Mangled and twisted abominations whose very misshapen existence defied imagination fell upon them like a wave of gnashing teeth, rent flesh and raking black claws. Just another day in the frontlines' latest paradise lost. "Someone definitely kicked over an anthill, or whatever the squid-themed equivalent might be!" Forming a mental image of the eldritch horror version of a snake breeding ball quickly prompted him to stop, focusing instead on the wounded gaggle of fleei

"Lazy?" Forming the word with any deliberate intent for the rest of the day seemed nearly painful. Those most familiar with Freyd knew that the sheer concept of a day off was essentially anathema. Even here, now, he'd come equipped with full tactical fish-decimation gear and buffs in tow. A lazy day meant depleting every detectable fishing spot on his mini-map with surgically precise timing. There were entire spreadsheets built around matching the best lures with potential catches, weather-dependent debuffs to offset inconvenient climate outages... Even his tennis shoes were laced with fi

"Stephen Star? Famous?" Furrowed brows fought to recollect the significance. "Are you that guy who cast magic spells in that old comic book TV-adaptation? The one with the fancy red cape that had a mind of its own? Wow... that would make you pretty ancient too." Raising his bracer just in time, it catches most of the egg yoke splattered his way by Acanthus' baby drake apocalypse. The goo froze and shattered into scintillating sparkles of post-mob content, barely garnering the Whisper's attention. If he'd even heard the moral dilemma stirring in his friend's heart, there was no mention of

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Ilridge had been bad enough, but worse required facing if the Frontlines were ever to manage clearing this forsaken floor. Freyd had finally felt certain enough that their fortified beachhead could hold, maintaining a garrison a dozen players strong at all times. Each were armored as well as any of the vanguard, though rotating their ranks had proven wise. Just staying on twenty-nine for too long took its toll on anyone's sanity. Immediate needs tended to, he'd forayed away from the main camp to investigate, of all things, an abandoned church. High on a nearby hill, faded signs spun and t

Quick to recover his blade, Freyd's gaze scoured the black sands and sinfully still waters in case the lich had other plans, or they'd accidentally spawned some other horror in their wanderings. No dice. Good. A breath held was finally expelled and a smile wistfully donned as he turned to regard his companion. "Well done." No excitable praise. No hearty huzzah. Ebullient outbursts were hardly the man's style. But praise was praise, and from a stoic pragmatist, hard earned. "You defeated your enemy, and fought in tune with an ally. Not flawless, perhaps, but battle never is." A sm

Certain that Nymoria had gleaned the fight's pattern, Freyd sidestepped the first of a pair of newly risen skeletal warrior risen from dark Stygian waters to accost them. She cut one down an instant later, the mob's hollow eyes failing to even register her presence. It was too taken by the rantings of the decrepit figure ambling awkwardly onto a freshly righted disk, desperate to make its escape. "Inconceivable! Have you no respect for the will of the dead?! If I still had my Io's cane, I'd beat you senseless with it! Never mess with a Stygilian, when death is on the line!" Glowing

Permitting himself a satisfied smirk at the potential breakthrough, Freyd watched with muted glee at Nymoria's strike found its intended mark and upended the strange skiff upon which the withered lich perched. Damage and impact combined to tip and list the platform, more than enough to toss its rickety passenger off side and dump him unceremoniously to the sands below. 'Mitch' hit hard, and face first, leaving a lovely macabre impression of himself upon the Stygian shore, expletive curses barking out in code anathema to the game's translation matrix. Fitting. Continuing the strange dan

"Parlour tricks? Really? I expected better." The taunt had its intended effect, as the alleged 'father' overreached in his own shadowy gambit and exposed himself. Parrying the boss' blow, Freyd gave ground to further aggravate the gross thing's error, exposing its flank for Ryo, who deftly and precisely exploited. Where others saw horridly glaring yellow beacons in a blighted darkness, the two of them peered through a thinly cast veil to seize their opportunity. "Nice work," Freyd called to his impromptu fishing partner, both men clearly unaffected by the darkness. By some quirk of f

"Mitch? Where did Mitch come from?! Uh... just keep doing that slashing thing. It's working well." Not that Freyd truly minded the dubbing, given his own penchant for nicknaming mobs to help with taunting during battle. It would likely also take time for the algorithm to learn and adapt to their individual thoughts and turns of phrase. The very fact she was receiving any input at all was promising. "That's it! You have them." Undead reinforcements fell nearly as quickly as they rose from the brackish black, returned to watery graves with a shrapnel-like splash of shards, a few deig

"What? Can't hear... oh, right. No lips." With an eerily practiced nonchalance, Freyd figured out the problem after flitting his attention between the monster's features and watching Nym, demonstrating the very subject of their earlier conversation. Academic debate over communications quickly fell to the wayside as she drew her weapon and charged its gathered minions, most of which fell before they'd even had a chance to fully rise from their waterside graves. Blade drawn with a telltale snikt, Freyd moved at her beckoning to down the last of the miniature skeletal horde, lopping the lo