Freyd

Most believe that floor twelve is an endless, gator-infested mire that extends to the edge of the floating castle in every direction. It was for this reason that Freyd immediately saw it as the perfect place to hide things. No one would ever spend time scouring a samp like this, Right? Wrong. A Whisper would, convincing himself that there might be something ellicit or clandestine going on in those boggy depths. Two days had passed while he traversed the waterlogged landscape, searching for... anything really. The native wildlife had foolishly tested his mettle, including a dungeon boss

Thread Closing: Elora receives: 1,656 EXP (Word Count [6905/10*4*0.6] + Quest [previously completed]) 448 col (1 page [200] + 15% P5 Reward [X]) Topaz Gemstone (Non-transferrable Quest Item) Katoka receives: 1,656 EXP (Word Count [6905/10*4*0.6] + Quest [previously completed]) 448 col (1 page [200] + 15% P5 Reward [248]) Topaz Gemstone (Non-transferrable Quest Item) Freyd receives: 5,796 EXP (Word Count [6905/10*14*0.6] + Quest [previously completed]) 869 col (1 page [0] + 15% P5 Reward [869]) Topaz Gemstone (Non-transferrable Quest Item)

"The ears are easy. It's getting the voice right that's the real challenge," Freyd replied with a chuckle. "Also, corsets are an absolute chafing nightmare. Some of the other anatomy bits also took some getting used to." Freyd stuck out his elbows and puffed up his chest, twisting his torso for added effect. Satisfied that Katoka's imagination would run wild for a while on those snippets alone, the lanky man in black stuffed his spidery hands back in unseen pockets and wandered casually towards Ellesmora's outer gates. At mention of Elora, he slowed his stride and turned to give the slig

"You're damned right it will, slacker." The words came from a young woman sitting on a nearby bench, casually scribbling notes in a small black notebook. Easily dismissed as yet another casual visitor to the elves' woodland paradise, something about her tone was eerily familiar. Books forcefully snapped shut and pencil tucked away into nothingness, the slender girl stood, wearing a green kemono commonly found among the mobs that wandered about Ellesmora on the regular. Her shiny black hair was neatly wrapped in a tight bun held in place by a pair of onyx hair sticks. Every part of her app

Thread Closing: Van receives: 2,776 EXP (Word Count [5,535/10*1*0.5] + Quest [2,500]) 5,511 col (1 page [200] + Quest [5,000] + Gift from Freyd [311]) Unlock Assault Mode extra skill 1x Terra Firma Scale 216872a Senno receives: 2,776 EXP (Word Count [5,535/10*1*0.5] + Quest [2,500]) 5,511 col (1 page [200] + Quest [5,000] + Gift from Freyd [311]) Unlock Assault Mode extra skill 1x Terra Firma Scale 216872b Tricolor_Mina receives: 3,882 EXP (Word Count [5,535/10*5*0.5] + Quest [2,500]) 10,332 col (1 page [0] + Loot [4,750] + Quest [5,000] + 15% P5 Rew

Freyd was busy speaking with a group of shady-looking mobs when he heard the call. Keeping tabs on local affairs and maintaining relations with the broker network was an endless and often thankless chore, but also necessary for his less obvious trade. Cloak and dagger spooks didn't get days off. Most of the NPCs in Yogen village just dismissed him as another in a string of endless adventurers just pass through. He'd just concluded his latest conversation when a familiar sounding sigh turning sour with the slightest hint of whine came from near the portal. "I'm here -- Damn it's hot.

"Find that smith and he will help you out. Assisting in this quest should give you both quite the boost. You'll find that the power curve is steep early on, which is to your benefit. Send us a message when you're ready and we will help carry you along a bit farther along the path, if that's what you want. Life gets a lot easier in Aincrad once you have a few levels or even tiers under your belt." The man seemed pensive for a moment, considering the unintended pun. Tears. It worked both ways, unfortunately. "And please, be mindful of wandering about solo outside of safe zones. Watc

Casually enjoying a mid-morning chat with one of his oldest friends, Freyd caught himself mid-sip of his coffee when the message came in. Expecting it to be another status report from O&I, temptation was strong to let it sit for a few minutes longer. It was so rare, after all, that he and Marv actually had a moment to catch up. Hefted up on the stack of crates perpetually placed behind the gate guardian's post, Freyd's legs dangled off the ground, swaying to the tune of their one-sided banter. They'd been doing this for as long as he could recall. Freyd would share his muse on any sub

He felt weird. First, because the notion of a social call for the sake of learning the basics of cooking was completely alien to his persona; public or otherwise. Second, because he'd actually forgone the comfort and familiarity of his adventuring gear for this outing. Well, not truly. It was all still on beneath the illusion shrouding him like a shell. A spymaster could be called upon at a moment's notice and often was. This was as far as he'd managed to push himself, and it would have to do, even if he looked like some sort of disheveled college student who'd just woken up after f

Reaching a hand out, Freyd let the little dragon take a sniff and familiarize itself with his scent, albeit one laced with fish bait. A smile creased his face as she alternated between licking and nibbling at his fingertips. "Hey, don't go getting any ideas. I like those where they are," he replied, tickling the nape of her neck as she purred in catlike manner. "She's cute. I'd love to know where you found her." In the casual spirit of the moment, he summoned a small bottle with a concoction Freya had shared with him once. Taking a swig, he offered Violet a share. "It tasted a bit

Watching as Koga struck the Quartermaster with a few well-placed and deliberate blows, he quickly chose to follow suit. "You've got the right idea! Shatter his defenses and he's ours." Veering right to flank the peg-legged menace, Freyd had to dodge a pointed lunge and heavy hacking slash or two before he could slip under the pirate's defenses and catch him hard in the gut, stealing the mob's breath. Given Burlock's impediment, he remained surprisingly spry and agile. Flashing a shiny grin at them both, the mob suddenly produced something akin to a sword art effect, but not quite. Das

At first he was going to ask about her parents, but that seemed like a bad idea. Violet was so touchy about sensitive subjects. That seemed to be one bound for disaster, just given how the rest of her life went. Trying to connect over the book was clearly not going to happen, so there went that idea. She wanted to hear him talk about simple things and enjoying life. He'd tried that - at least his version of it - and had crashed and burned. Only the comment about her hair seemed to have garnered any traction. Could it really be that... "So...err... it's nice day out today." Eyes wi

"You misunderstand. This book serves the opposite purpose. It has spared more lives than it has taken by its contents. And it is not Raidou's book, but belonged only ever to the Faceless Lord." Flipping open its deceptively small and lightweight pages, their bleached white purity was stained with digital blood in quantity enough to overflow the banks of the lake at their feet. This book was death, and also life. It was a recipe for controlling chaos by embracing chaos. Its wielder sat at the tiller, or held the puppet strings. Freyd had been given the book - no small gesture or obl

He winced when she described the meaning. He'd known it all along, but it took on a different meaning when she added her history to the mix. "Red eyes?" It was a rhetorical question, drawing him back to his own origins in the game. Holding his right palm up, his left summoned a HUD and called up the tiniest pair of trinkets, resembling twin crimson marbles. "I started the game with these. They were already equipped when I spawned." Equipping the ancient vanity items, Freyd blinked twice and his eyes shifted from blue to red, even his hair lightening from midnight black to mousy brow

"Then tell me about them both. Isn't it fair and reasonable to think that you need this moment even more than I do," he added, gesturing to the serenity of their surroundings. "What happened to him? What did he mean to you? Why name your pet after him? You wanted me to open up and take care of myself, to express my feelings. This is me doing that Violet. Right now, I choose to try to care about you. Will you deny me the opportunity to follow your advice?" Gently pushing the mask back down, Freyd's eyes were pleading, if confused, as if he were trying to piece the scene back toge

Completely out of his element and wondering whether he'd just been drugged or blacked out, Freyd was utterly confused by whatever was happening. A soft laugh bubbled in her throat, her grip tightening for just a moment. "Shush, let me enjoy this for just a little bit longer." Eyes suddenly wide as saucers with a chill sprinting through his spine, Freyd instantly felt Elora's memory shooting daggers at him through his hippocampus. It was a good sign: realizing that she might misinterpret their current disposition and think the worst of him. Even better: that he cared that she cared

Freyd's hands were still shaking, dragon bits flaking off and fading into nothing. A tiny topaz wyrmling wormed itself against his leg affectionately rubbing its nape against its mammalian rescuer. Something about the little lizard seemed to calm the rage roiling around inside him. "Are the kids okay," he repeated, more for his own internal benefit and no longer distinguishing them as dragons. Turning to spot Kat and Elora caring for the wounded youngling, Freyd's adrenaline visibly faded. His limbs went limp. Up became down and sideways interjected its own special brand of confusion as h

Sliding past Katoka's feet, driving a spray of mucky grey water before him, Freyd used the same environment that had given them such trouble against their foe. Momentarily blind as it closed its many eyes against the splash, it recovered just in time to see the man barreling into its torso and unleashing a series of crippling strikes. Each blow jarred the massive mob's form, forcing it backwards step by step until its back was to the wall. Tensing every muscle such that the veins and tendons on his throat surged to the surface, Freyd thrust his fist hard into its midsection, folding the mob

A nasty slam into his ribs sent Freyd reeling backwards. Thanking the pain suppression apps, he was equally grateful that he'd kept up on those ab crunches and managed to see it the blow coming. Things would be going that much worse if this thing started stunning or winding them with its attacks. Jaw clenched, Freyd swept back into offense. Grabbing the creature's arm as it tried to sucker punch him, a twist, a wail and a horrible snapping sound paired with a shower of shimmering shards. Coming out of his spin, the Whisper now wielded a massive, severed arm that was in the process of disi

Mildly disoriented by whatever sudden shift had just occurred, Freyd's focus was instantly on the voices heard and spoken. "Those sound like references to Ronbaru and the surrounding territories. Does anyone know much about them? I never really got around to spending time on floor 27." Even a whisper could only be so many places at once. Like beneath a titanic dragon's foot, for example. "Yeah, yeah. We get it. Discord and disharmony ruin all. Yada, yada, yada." Freyd taunted the surrounding entity deliberately, intent to focus its attention back on him and keep it there as long

Freyd wandered to the counter himself, Dingo being busy hosting his visiting sister. Quip had finally left the nest and settled out on her own, for which he was grateful on multiple levels. If nothing else, his house and shop would be that much quieter. Hardly could he get a word in before the patron pummeled his poor improvised counters with a mountain of consumables. Freyd just laughed, having pulled the same trick on another shop owner recently himself. A quick swipe of his hand was all the system to recognize the decomposition command. Confirmation was provided nearly as quickly and t

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"Thank you, Mina, for your understanding and professional discretion. I'm sure you can appreciate that Freyd keeps this information confidential for a reason. Give him time. Trust that he has faith in you by having faith in him, and Raidou by extension. Neither would have helped you get raid ready if they didn't think you were ready. That means psychologically, as well as physically." With tender care beyond anything that Freyd could ever have delivered, Montjoy wrapped his arms around her to return her hug. It was as if warmth and serenity blanketed her anguish without judgment; a simp

"Do... do you have a grudge against doctors..?" "Me? Certainly not. But I have the luxury of not having to worry about such things anymore. Freyd... and Takeshi... to the extent that they are the same..." He sighed, trying his best not to add any more to the confusion she was likely already feeling. "Let me put it this way. Takeshi was a very insular, unsociable boy and a natural target for the bullies that surround everyone in their early teens. Your earlier diagnoses were not far off. However anyone chooses to categorize it, Takeshi was a seriously detached child. There we

Sent flying through a nearby wall, desiccated mortar stone sprayed like shrapnel across the battlefield as Freyd passed right through them to impact the wall on the far side. Peeling himself out of a Whisper-shaped crater, there was a near feral glint of glee in his eyes and he came dashing back through the very same hole just made by his sailing frame. The keening of his weapon's hunger matched the missile impact as he smashed through the mutant monstrosity's side, leaving a trail of disintegrated mob bits in his wake. "Maybe it's not that hard after all," he joked, skidding to a stop