Freyd

Hanging out in a back alley on the lower west side of the Ladonian capital, Freyd surveyed a particular arched doorway about which he'd received multiple recent reports. Word was that a 5th column element of Razwell loyalists were hiding out in various safe houses throughout the city. This was likely to be one such location, as confirmed by the gaggle of poorly disguised former imperial guardsmen he'd just seen entering. There were barely a half-dozen of them, which worked in his favour, provided he kept the initiative. A quick in and out strike would be their best option. Remembering

The room lurched as every drain and opening from waist level down suddenly started spewing streams of brackish greenish gunk that rapidly coalesced and congealed at its centre. The Slime King had arrived, and with convenient timing for Freyd to leap back out of the shadows and fall flat on his face. "OWW. Fuck." By some strange quirk of circumstance, his foot had snagged on a stray segment of pipe and sent him sprawling, but also triggered a chain reaction of rattling pipes and bursting bolts. Rivets started shooting randomly throughout the chamber, several piercing the newly ar

Leaning forward, seemingly still lost in his own cowl, Freyd absorbed every word being said. It was @Morningstar who caught his attention most succinctly. A simple tug and the cowl recoiled, like a cobra removing its own hood. The man's had too much intensity for things like this. It served its purpose, but also posed an obstacle at times, and needed to be dialed back. People didn't respond well to things they thought of as killer robots - things like himself. "It take courage to offer to stand on the front lines." A statement and recognition of the last speaker's declaration. Ho

Freyd's hand actually felt warm to the touch, more human than it tended to. Even his face had more colour than it once did, more life and vibrancy than the dull, spent pallor of his early days. Even his scowl was gone, the angular slope of a perpetual frown eased into something more aware and able to appreciate the simple pleasures. He'd caught Elora's glancing at his hands. Removing Samael's Pride had been deliberate and spoke to the underlying point. Miri and Quaestor had gotten the clue and made themselves scarce. More likely, she had and nudged him to leave with her. The lady capta

Thread Closure: FTK Loot Roll: ID 213798 - LD 17 | Pick 2 additional items. Both players receive The King's Betrayal | T3 [Weapon of choice] | Paralyze 2 | ACC 1 Light Betrayal | T3 Light Armor | EVA 2, REC 1 Dungeon Completion Roll | ID 213804 | Nat.LD 9 Each player receives: 2x T4 Perfect Weapon (Katoka: 213804a, 213804b; Freyd 213804c, 213804d) 2x T4 Perfect Armor (Katoka: 213804e, 213804f; Freyd 213804g, 213804h) Katoka receives: 8,355EXP (Word Count [5732/10*5*0.7] + Dungeon [1350] + Quest [5000]) 202,755 col (1 page [400] + Loot [21985] + Quest [

In the wake of raining petals and pain: a roiling mass of screeching void in the shape of shadowed fists, kicks and headbutts. Samael's Pride surged and loosed it bonds even as Freyd's teeth clenched to resist its effort to devour him along with everything else. Tugging at every shadow in the room, Freyd unleashed them as a giant tsunami of death - an army of Montjoys to make Agincourt proud, and just as decimating for the losing side. With every touch of his left hand - the Crashing Wave - crippled slimes faltered and fell, only to be devoured by the Whisper's shadowy tide. Just as it cre

"You really need to time your taunts better, Katoka." Freyd remained in a crouched combat stance staring over his companion's head as an ever greater shadow loomed over and around her. For a second time, the defeated mobs reformed and merged, combining into a flailing monstrosity with more limbs than anything should ever possess and the temperament of a badger that just sat on a beehive. Chunks of stone shrapnel were torn from the surrounding walls as it unleashed its fury, advancing on both players to seek its revenge. "Like four mini, frikking, lion bots coming together to make

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) Consuming: Crafting Respite: [174609] Witch's Brew: none Identifications: 24x T4 Perfect Items (@3040 col) = 72960 col 2x T4 Rare Items (@2080 col) = 4160 col +225000 col for re-rolls. (15 * 15,000 for 4 rerolls apiece) Total Cost: 302120 col Junking: 20x T4 Perfect Item (@1900) = 380

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A low sweep kept the nearer monstrosity on its backside, allowing Freyd to lunge off its mangled abdomen. Driving his knee into its companion's groin, trying desperately not to think about the connotations, a sickening crunching sound followed by a pop. Motes of light burst asunder as the Whisper sailed through where it had just been, his mind dwelling on the fact that it was probably for the best. "You know they're gonna do this again, right?" A predictable smirk perched upon his lips, snapping hand gestures suggested a line of attack to the Cerulean samurai who'd boasted better battl

While the others focused on the clues provided by NIGHT, Freyd was more concerned about logistics. Their present mix might not represent every player intending to attend, but the roster was lacking in key areas. So far as her shot about Firm Anima's military was concerned, he merely ignored it. Let them think the guild was an army. It served their interests to foster that particular image, to an extent. 'Strange how being organized and competent makes others think of us in such a way,' he mused behind a neutral, pondering mask. Ironic, that it was actually a crafting guild. "No Shie

Explosive green diarrhea. Even for the Ladonian sewers, this was a new low in criminally unsanitary conditions. What was less expected was the sudden and titanic impact that had caused it all. Having been to these depth before, Freyd knew what sorts of mobs to expect and had literally been keeping an eye on them from the shadows. The moment enough of them aligned - BAM! A streak of black and bullet-time detonation of green juju-goo in every direction. Two of the creatures disintegrated completely, their innards now on display across the entire surface of the broad junction tunnel where t

Rank 5 Merchant (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) Re-rolling #1: Ebonweave Breastplate (T3 Perfect Light Armor - L.Mo 1, MIT 1, VD 1 Acquisition ID [177803a] | Roll ID: 186015, 186016, 186017 An ornate black breastplate comprised of leather straps interwoven with tightly knit ebonweave cloth. Light Momentum 1 slot Re-Roll #1 | ID #213587 | BD:7 | CD:11+1=12 |

"Hey kid. Good to see you again." Freyd sauntered into The Knight Shift from a back corner that shouldn't have connected to anything. "I've got a few favours to ask and figured that my apple fee covered the down payment." Several parcels materialized from thin air onto Rencesvals' work bench, each carefully wrapped and labeled. "There's some rush, but not tremendously. I need these soon, I guess is what I mean." Looking the blacksmith up and down for a moment, you could practically see the wheels turning behind the cowl. "There might be a few other things that could benefit from your a

Plans within plans within plans... He'd always enjoyed Frank Herbert's Dune, ever since he first read it as a teen. There was something about the combination of its harsh environment, ruthless economics and absolutely cutthroat politics that Takeshi had always found appealing. Staring as he was now, down the bowels of a massive and seemingly endless sewer network, Freyd couldn't help feel like the parallels to Aincrad were strong. "Mouth of the sandworm, eh Persi?" The aloof little shadow mongoose stood off to the side on the least filthy spot she'd been able to find and had been pree

Leaning in against the chairback, Freyd's mood seemed to relax as he drank the purple concoction, a steady stream of sips confirming its approval. "Taking our medicines," he echoed, the reference being especially apt to the earlier point. He couldn't recall whether Elora had ever heard the tale. It wasn't one that was retold with frequency, all parties involved preferring to place the painful memory behind them. But, the true victims of the tale were not present, so maybe he could clue her in. "You've never heard about Maeve, have you?" Quaestor happened to be exiting the kitchen

Whistling as he entered, Freyd barely bothered to look up. His mind was elsewhere; likely several elsewheres all at once. Things were on the move and there was little time to dally while he put his plans into effect. A swift foray through Cintamani was likely to also be required. He'd get on to that later. For now, a couple of basics were needed and NIGHT's shop was reliably well-stocked. "Two," he muttered, holding up the correct and matching number of fingers. Persi indicated the point of interest by sniffing at the lone remaining bits of amber still on display. Goods gathered an

The shop door rattled slightly for a moment, then nothing. It rattled again accompanied by muffled cursing and some jostling of the shoji against the frame. "Oh. Right." Having resolved his conundrum, the figure casually slid open the door and moved to enter, pausing at the last moment with his muddy boot less than two inches above the pristine floor. "Yeah. Erm. Sorry," he added sheepishly, pulling back his offending limb and outerwear and depositing the latter on the stoop. Neglected manners aside, anyone would be forgiven for believing the man to be a anything but a str

Freyd was curious to note that she'd encountered Quip on her way to meet him. "You've met Quip," he started between shoveling more food into his mouth. "What could possibly lead you to believe that any interaction with that woman results in mutual decisions. The only way to convince her to do anything is to get her pissed off about the opposite." Leaving the rest of whatever latest scheme he'd hatched unspoken, Freyd focused instead on the latest platter's offering. Borris' machinations provided added distraction, a tiny smile of approval singing him praise for his ingenuity. It took

"Who said you were the first to arrive?" The man's voice pierced the shadows enveloping the darkest corner of the excessively cozy chamber. Tone tinged with playful smarm, the first signs of form came as the emergence of a trademark cowl tucked low to conceal his features. Oscar didn't need to know he's snuck in right behind him as he entered. Better to play his perceived and cultivated part and stick with his shtick. The Whisper's charcoal hood nodded in deference to their recently shared ordeals. Freyd knew the personal toll they'd taken on the man, but kept any reference to them silen

About to return the quip, Freyd paused to watch the shattered corpses twitch, then clamor back together and merge to become greater and nastier versions of their original selves. "Uh. Yes, you did. Slacker." Hoping to catch them off guard before they could fully reform, Freyd launched himself at the nearer 'coupling' and slammed his fist precisely where its two heads were intending to meet. One sickening crunch later, the morphing monstrosity split like some sort of fleshy-digital banana with the upper part peeled and wondering wtf just went wrong. Bouncing off the stone wall behind

If looks could kill... He'd done it again, and she hated him for it, but also knew that it was his own twisted way of showing his friends that he cared. "You've git aishans, Freyd." Exhaustion was finally claiming a win, her anger spent on futile efforts to do whatever it was Landon had sent her out here for in the first place. "Oh, I've got reams of those," he added, chuckling to himself. "I think we can all acknowledge that and move on. The point, my dear Quip, is that you don't need to hold on to yours quite so tightly anymore. If you're ready to face off against me,

Quip just stood, mouth agog and features flushed a fairly fuchsia hue while Freyd revealed his machinations. Berate him as she might, there was a caring core within her that comported itself according to strict and practical principles. She just kept it clad in celtic highland dramatics most of the time. Orchestrating a peeling of those layers had taken time and a fair bit of gambling on his part. "You cuid juist friggin blether tae me, ye know?!" Freyd just frowned. Why on Earth would be possibly do that. People did that. Not him. Besides, this was much more effective and

"Come on Quip, you can do it." He watched her sheep-handling from afar, gauging her pauses, the pacing of her outbursts and the variable tension across her shoulders. She was nearly there. Just a little more until the penny dropped. You couldn't force Quip to do, well.. anything. Nothing she didn't already want to do, at least. Freyd had figured out long ago that the best way to overcome her stubbornness was to turn it against itself, then get out of the blast zone while it worked itself out. Pushing her to the brink at the shop had been the nuclear option. There was always the ri

'Too bad there isn't a decent fishing spot around here,' he thought to himself. Burbles taunted him from the nearby brook, but it was too small to offer any worthwhile rewards. Fond memories of sitting by his metaphorical right hand gazing into still waters while she pondered her own struggles. What had Setsuna been up to, he wondered? How unlike him not to have checked, though he could scrape together a guess. The answer was always the same. Consistent as a glacier that one, and just as inevitable was its consequence if it blocked your ship's path. Kasumi had also been distant and sile