Freyd

"Oh, good," Freyd grin, sensing opportunity in the vile gelatin's division. Strike at nothing, but directly between the two newly hatched halves, the Whisper wrenched his wrist like he was unlocking the back door to the universe. Not far off point, a screeching wail flooded the dungeon as a pinprick hole manifest in the space occupied by his fist: Samael's Pride the gateway to oblivion somehow loosing its seals. Slime kings collided with a sickening squelch, like eggs splattered against a sidewalk, then battered against each other by dueling cosmic leaf blowers. One was pulverized insta

"It almost seems tragic, doesn't it?" Even with an army of avian-simian-doohickeys outside, this particular quest mob never put up much of a fight. "Honestly, I'd leave her completely alone if the monkey's didn't periodically spawn out of control and start shitting all over the guild hall lawn and stealing roof ornaments. And if Rai hasn't managed to duplicate her special brew after all this time, then it probably can't be done." Rifling through the lair's reams of useless kitchenware and miscellaneous sundries, he arrived at the same conclusion. Still nothing. A sideways glance spared f

A wry grin several layers deep greeted the strange woman's comments. It bothered him that he knew who she was and what she meant. He shouldn't. It wasn't real. She and her story were merely part of some fever dream that had been haunting him since the last raid. 'Freyd' looked down at his shadow, it's form broadened at the shoulders and donning a wide cape and cowl, the silhouette of wings cast behind it. Cichol. It was a name and vision he shouldn't know, nor remember. Patting his midsection, the one called 'Whisper' remembered the anguish of fragmented identity the only Montjoy and Ni

Thing's weren't quite spiralling, but there was a definite circular pattern in the layered waves of slime around the room with which he was uncomfortable. Getting flushed was not an option, not that he expected it with this caliber of companions, but the slime hoard were as valid a slog as he'd encountered outside of any raid. While the others regrouped, Freyd thought it best to see if he could re-level the keen by doing exactly what everyone was expecting. That shouldn't be hard, right? "Thank goodness for you, Wulfrin. Nice timing on that stun!" Freyd's initial flurry struggled a

With the giga-Chad gecko found, Freyd sauntered over to a suspiciously familiar-looking Lotus, preferring to help the old man out than compete with him. Patting the old fisher on the back, Freyd pulled out his replica rod, its green mallard head looking perfectly at home in the 1950s. "It reminds me of the one my grandad used, okay?" Deflecting the odd and incredulous looks, he baited his hook, offering Lotus an equal share and casting out his line. "Come join us, Wulfrin. I know you've got the skill." Thanking Ciela for the snacks, he snarfed down one of the honeybuns like he'd bee

A whorl of shadow opened like a gaping maw into nothingness, darkness stepping out of the hole to flatten itself out on the sands and resume its more common complacent role. The herald, Montjoy, had played his part; to guide his counterpart between worlds and the void between. Freyd emerged next, unfurled as the portal collapsed behind him, restoring shape to something that moments ago had been little more than the shade it now cast upon the ground. Girded in heavy plate that roiled like it was slick with the intangible soulstuff of oblivion, only a certain telltale cowl would confirm f

Freyd smiled, listening to Wulfin work it out for himself. That was the ultimate point. He had to choose what he believed and who he wanted to be within those sets of beliefs. It was all anyone in here could aspire to. "We don't know anything beyond ourselves in here, so why bother stressing over the unknown. Either the world outside will help us, or it won't, or can't. Nothing we do will change that. So, let's focus on what falls within our purview." Grinning solemnly, Wulfrin's observations were keen. "Yes. I think it's fair to say that there's some torch passing happening h

The Galtean Refugee Zone hadn't changed much since the abrupt end of Emperor Razwell's iron fisted reign, and what little movement had occurred was largely for the worst. Local residents had long been left to the mercy of gangs and other ruthlessly self-serving bodies, many verging beyond the predatory to the depraved. Desperation had that effect on people, and its soured scent attracted those most likely to feast upon misery. Agents had been watching a particular ramshackle building at the western edges of the zone for weeks. To call it a structure was a severe disservice to the least of

Flailing his fist into the stone, wishing he'd had a jackhammer instead, Freyd spotted Katoka as the flew by in another part of the giant golem while it went to scratch at an itch: meaning him. Pausing just long enough to wave and keep from being plucked like some pesky mosquito, it was clear that his friend was struggling a bit with the mobile dynamics of this particular fight. "Come on, captain. This is what the big leagues are all about!" She probably couldn't see him grinning, but if any part of his message got through she'd certainly be picturing it. Just as surely as she'd be im

There were simply too many gathered for him to greet everyone personally, Better to keep things moving. Every gathered soul in this room had congregated for the same purpose and he had no desire to waste any more of their preciously fleeting time. Kayaba’s clock was ticking relentlessly against all of their lives and today’s business was meant to help dislodge them from that madman’s delusions, or at least delay his chokehold a while longer. “Friends,” Freyd called out, his voice booming surprisingly loudly for a man who’d come to be known as ‘The Whisper.’ “If you could each find a sea

"Hang in there, everyone. Slog, remember? It's true tactic is to wear you down." Watching the others flagging, Freyd wondered how fists were supposed to fare better than blades against a gauntlet of Jell-O monsters, but cast aside his doubts. They needed to rally and punch through this thing, knowing that the boss had not yet even split yet. Maybe we save that news for when it happens? The rest of the crew were already getting weary. Charging his most potent sword art, Freyd focused on Wulfrin's beleaguered weapon, unleashing the power of his attack into driving the weapon through t

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"Bold of you to assume that Ug'zeke actually knows any words at all." Dodging low, then tumbling to the mob's far side, Freyd kept up their conversation like the gathered melee was little more than parlour chat during a morning constitutional, begging the question: what did the darkly clad madman actually do for his breakfast routine. "If you think he's bad, or his potential dommy-mommy, I should take you up against the Colossus from the Scents of the Wild totem hunt someday. That's a wild one." Star was struggling to find purchase with his blade, but doing a fine job of tantalizing th

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) Crafting Respite | Dragon's Breath | 174618 Witch's Brew (+1 DC) | 199898-2 | https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/41037-narby-narb-narb/?do=findComment&comment=687681 Identifications: 26x T4 Perfect Items (@3040 col) = 79,040 col 26x 1st Rerolls (@1,000 col) = 26,000 col 26x 2nd Rerolls (@2,000 col) = 52,000 co

With the last of the mischievous cats clawed off him, Freyd found himself scratched to pieces. Frayed bits of black cloth lay strewn about the landscape, in magnitudes greater than the clothes on his back could possibly yield. There were even a could of toys laid about that must have been lost under a couch and somehow resurfaced. "I think I finally appreciate how my grandmother's furniture felt." Covered in hair and slender lacerations, the calico mobs had somehow done a number on him, without actually doing any damage. "I don't recall a cat-nado being on the agenda for this tri

"Holy hell. Oliver? Now there's a twist for ya!" He barely got the words out while keeping his face straight. Even the mob was stunned, though perhaps also literally after Acanthus' deft blow. "And if there's a dad, does this make him a mini-boss? I mean, if the diaper fits, right?" Stumbling in a stupor, the mob reminded Freyd of someone he'd fought many times before. "He kinda looks suspiciously like Ugzeke - a floor boss down on twenty one. Which could either mean he's part troll, or Ug'zeke is part baby, or both. Or, I could just be rambling. All I'm saying is, there's a

Thread Closing: Morningstar receives: 2,960 EXP (Word Count [4233/10*7*0.5] + Quest [0] + 100% Recruitment Drive Bonus) 8,544 col (1 page [100] + Loot [8000] + 15% P5 Reward [444]) 2 Materials (Loot [2]) 1 mon (from Shield Art Playtest) T4 Rare Trinket 231913 Omen receives: 5,846 EXP (Word Count [4233/10*1*0.5] + Quest [2500] + 100% Recruitment Drive Bonus) 8,100 col (1 page [100] + Quest [8000]) 15 Materials (Quest [15]) Photosynthesis Extra Skill unlcoked 1 mon (from Shield Art Playtest) Circe receives: 5,846 EXP (Word Count [4233/10*1*0.5] + Ques

Freyd's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when Montjoy lifted the the cup and make him another drink, and just as he preferred it too. The Whisper was pale at the best of times, and not easily caught off guard, but it took every nugget of willpower to keep from leaping to his feet and scrambling backwards at the unexpected twist. How long have you been able to do that?! The featureless shadow 'stared' back in his direction. The shades lacked all detail and were merely voids in the light, or a balloon filled with absence. Without substance, they'd never been able to interact with

"Dine and dash? Why not" This place was a virtual buffet. "And tomato garden does sound weird." Placing their discussion on hold, his two companions decimated the grove guardians, slicing them to pieces with extreme culinary prejudice. Acanthus had been going on about something or other when they were interrupted. Freyd was only half-paying combat half his attention, the rest of it reserved for the sea of little back dots clustered all over the surrounding shrubs. "Jackpot! I can't believe you actually found some!" The guardians were being predictably rude, flailing after them with

That last part brought a gentle, wistful smile to Freyd's lips. How long had he thought himself mad? Maybe he'd actually finally gone over the edge and just learned to adjust better. That was the real catch, wasn't it? You could never be sure of anything in this world, save one immutable truth. Sighing and sipping his tea, the pause between then seemed to drag on while the Whisper's gaze locked onto the water's surface like he was clinging to some elusive memory. Refractions on a disturbed mirror casting false doubts shading layers of depth and mystery beyond. When the world rode on suc

Freyd's face was inscrutable, until he allowed it to relax. The mask was too practiced to let slip by accidently and required conscious effort. Wulfrin had earned that privilege. What revealed itself was a mixture of knowing serenity, sadness and nostalgia, harshness fading from his normally stern expression. Someone had once called it resting cowl face. Apt. "They can be quite convincing, can't they?" In the background, Freyd's shadow shifted against the direction of the sun, as if leaning closer to snoop, like the local neighborhood busybody might on a park bench, pretending to

"We'll get to business once enough players have arrived," Freyd replied to Morningstar and Wulfrin, the duo having performed admirably through the ceremony. "Gathering this many players tends to be chaotic, at best. If we start too soon, we'll repeat the same info a dozen times over." Other players soon entered the pavilion, some from the wedding and others having just caught wind of the event through various respective grapevines. Covering his left eye, he winked to Koga with the other, the two having last seen each other outside of raids in their efforts against the game's persistent pir

"Used to have?" Omen's comment snared his attention. "Care to explain?" Neither of their escorted players were particularly potent, just yet, judging by what they'd seen and said to date. It was purely a factual assessment, without demeaning their courage at having come out here in the first place. "You seem like an older player, so I'm curious to learn what you meant." Accepting Circe's offers with a friendly smile and nod. He extended the same courtesy to Omen with the same hand. Thunder grumbled ominously in the distance, reminding them that this wasn't the best place to linger

"Holy shit... they actually did it!" Freyd's initial reaction was to watching Ty take up a defensive position over their floundering teammate - an impressive feat in the desert, yet apt to their foe. A single hit from the vicious sand shark would have obliterated her from existence, and she knew it. She'd been warned, and chose to stand anyway. Acanthus, meanwhile, shows off one of the gutsiest moves he'd ever seen by a newbie across all the many runs of the Sharkbait training program, using herself as an improvised spike chain for the beast to rake itself across. Essentially, she'd u

"I swear to god, Star, if you landed us in a Fruit of the Looms commercial.... I am not fighting against animated underwear!" Freyd groaned and laughed at the same time, wondering what he'd done to deserve this day, and half-convinced this was still some sort of fever dream like that one with the three meme-geddon bosses from years back. "My money's either on a masquerading broccoli crown or some sort of angry pineapple. Those spikey things at the top always seem like they belong to royalty." He shrugged, grinning despite himself and the absurdity of their circumstances. "Between you