Freyd

"Spoken like a true believer," Freyd replied, chuckling. "But I'll concede that I am just about the least qualified person to give advice on matters of the heart." 'Should that have stung,' he wondered. It felt like maybe it should, but Freyd was too pragmatic to let blunt truths bother him. They were merely accepted, tucked away for later processing, and then moved beyond. "Just be careful that you're not chasing a dream dialed up to beyond perfection, Eruda. You and Raidou deserve happiness, but even that is a messy affair, fleeting and wrapped in a bundle of chaos. It wou

In the absence of knowing what to say, Freyd simply elected to keep his mouth shut, his head desperately searching for additional space to retreat back into the depths of his cowl. Katoka's timing was impeccable. Promptly sticking the spear in Elora's hands also helped to dodge and diffuse a potentially awkward conversation, for which he was ill-prepared. When the freshly dubbed and now appropriately armed Cerulean Storm steered them back towards their pretext for meeting, Freyd jumped all over it. "Yeah. Yeah... I... uh..." Padding countless invisible pockets, it wasn't until Persi

"Look," he added, putting on his best older brother face. "I say this with complete sincerity: you two really just need to have it out in the back of the guild hall one day, with absolutely no regard for who is listening." With that, he gave her the 'you know I'm right face. "You both desperately need it, and it's getting to the point where the rest of us need you to just do it already." Leaning against a nearby tree and casually crossing his arms, Freyd just laid it all on the line. At first she thought that he was just mocking, but the look on his face never flinched or faded.

Freyd stepped next to her and intertwined the two trinkets in her hand, closing her fingers over them. "He loves you. I have no doubts about that. But he's spent his entire time in here forgetting what that means, and burying his feelings so deep beneath responsibility that it will take some time for them to surface and sort themselves out. If we try to rush it along, he'll probably get the feels bends or something. Whatever. It won't be pretty." A little humour went a long way and reminded him that he was still processing so much himself. "We've opened the unopenable door, Er

Missing wasn't an option. If this thing got back to its feet and focused on Kodo, the outcome could be 'twinky-bad', as one of his old schoolmates used to say. It was some sort of old movie reference, but he'd heard it so many times that it had gotten stuck, like long term ear worm, or something. A flex of his fingers triggered the change, void instantly replaced by roiling purple-black clouds of dark energy that left contrails as he moved. Briefly, his fractured forms of both hands were visible, looking like he'd dunked them in acid, then had them electrified for good measure. It wasn't

Spidey senses tingling, Freyd whirled and kicked high, catching the second minotaur in the chin. Head flying up and backwards, Govarron flailed failingly for purchase, his attempt to sneak up on the intruders having flopped just as he did, on his backside. Pressing his advantage, Freyd lunged and smashed a fist into the beast-man's elbow, the force of the hit causing his hand to jerk open and wicked, giant axe to fall free. The wooden haft landed with a heavy thud, followed by the ringing clanging of metal on stone as the axe head made contact. He'd left the mob stunned and disarmed.

A flurry of frost, darkness and cherry blossoms. A patrol ambushed and decimated. Not a noise to be heard, and all evidence of passage subsumed. Freyd wiped his hands on his jacket to help get the sparkly bits of bad guy off. Combat had to be selective and isolated. They couldn't risk giving away their position or they'd have the entire crew bearing down on them. More players would need to arrive first, and help spread the chaos. When it came to combat tactics, a gaggle of players was more often akin to unleashing a horde of raging barbarians or gladiators than it was any semblance of o

Fishing was boring. Fishing with a pair of gabby sad sacks was even boring-er. In the grips of ennui, Persi wandered back to the main party, slinking unseen between footfalls and shades of flailing arms holding sloshing drinks. Dodging between spilled drips and drops, she took stock of the various bipeds milling about the space, disregarding the various conversations. They all, literally, went over her head, and lummoxes all sounded alike to her anyway. And then she saw a familiar bit of fabric, its crimson edges floating predictably above floor level, always just a little bit beyo

A coy smile and non-committal gaze. Of course he was up to something. He was always up to something. It kept life entertaining. Otherwise, he'd be up to his eyeballs reading reports and living a vicarious life vicariously. Something, something, 16 walls. Content to let Eruda take the lead, he only smirked when she corrected him about the order of the quests on their meeting day. He'd honestly forgotten about Worn Out Welcome, because she's hardly said a word through that entire encounter. Now, here she was fearless and confident as she led three other warriors against th every same foe

"Using Marv as your personal coffee table again, are you?" "Actually, if you must know, he volunteered. Just ask him!" Marv just yawned. Because that was about all Marv ever did, or probably could do. Freyd still had his eyes to the ground, his higher brain functions having realized that another person was nearby, but not quite who, or the significance of that, or the social niceties that should probably have followed. Because Freyd. "Mark my words, he's gonna be the next NPC to develop AI JUST SO THAT he can finally abandon this post!" Freyd halted his collection, his head

Thread Summary: 9808 words / 30 = 326*5= 1630*Tier Xena receives: 3560 EXP (Word Count [1630*2] + Quest [300]) 400 col (400 [1 page]) Unlock familiar skill [Scouting] Freyd receives: 22820 EXP (Word Count [1630*14]) 2 materials [loot] 5842 col (2419 [loot] + 3423 [Laurel, +15% of EXP as col]) - Given to Xena

"Mmmm... twanks!" Devouring the entire cake in one ravenous bite, Freyd promptly greeted the others and extended them party invites. The Hoya quest was then shared for Lium's benefit, Freyd's eyes lingering on the boy who seemed to have no understanding of the consequences barreling towards him for the sake of of pilfering a few trinkets. That he could so casually brand himself with the mark of his former captors was disturbing, and frankly disappointing. What would Sam say about it, he wondered? "Eruda and I are celebrating, after a fashion. It was during my very first foray into th

"Nah. That's old hat. Everybody's met that guy. It take a real Marv to save someone's bacon, though." Clearly a reference to the event that nearly cooked his own keister, it seemed the most appropriate way to capstone their reminiscing. "Are you still running with scissors, I mean... claws?" He tried, but the smile just couldn't be contained. "I've come to know some of the best blacksmiths in the game. When you're ready for it, I can set you up and get you some top notch gear. Maybe then it won't hurt so much when you keep falling out of trees." He fully expected to get hit,

"Broken in the head? Maybe. But in one of the most admirable ways possible." Freyd's tone smacked of honesty and respect. "That sort of genuine selflessness is rarer than rare." He let the martyr bit pass without comment. If she was fishing, he simply preferred not to bite, especially as her statements felt far too much like bait. Mina struck him as too capable of feigning intensity when it suited her purpose. It was likely the way she'd snared Morgenstern in the first place. Some men can't resist an excess of passion. Then it dawned: no wonder she was so keenly attracted to Raid

"Everyone says that, like I'm expected to ramble off my life's story in some rehearsed song." Freyd smiled quizzically, his brown consterned by the odd yet consistent expectation. "Should I make flip cards, or maybe commission a triptych to be mounted to one of those samurai flag pole thingies that I could have mounted to my back?" Slightly mocking. Slightly appealing. He could use it to advertise. Quip would be pissed. Motivation grew. Why was everyone so suddenly interested in getting under his cowl? Maybe it was just a 'people' thing? Weird. Hirru had shared his tale, though

"Please tell me that thing is temporary." How long had Freyd been sitting there, watching him? The man had an annoying habit of just showing up out of the blue, or, perhaps more accurately, the black. The Whisper was leaning against a hitching post, his chin resting on a hand as pitch as night, propped up on his elbow and carrying an almost bored expression on his face. "You know that, if I were a bad person, you'd be a smear on the ground now, right?" A finger flicked in the direction of the orange icon spinning and glaring at him from over Lium's head. "Seriously. Being this clo

"Oh... pfft... uh.... well, there was the time that Katoka and Elora tried to take down a dragon by instigating a dance party. Or the time that my gemini wretched itself back up from my insides and went on a rampage through the Forest of Memories, making copies of itself all over the place. That was fun. Penny football championships with Persi - she cheats, by the way - while Yuki fought the two-headed serpent thingy. Were-rat pirates? Getting shot out of a cannon? Setting Kiluia on fire, by accident. That time the bottom fell out of the Lake of Reflections because a dragon punched a ho

"Never had a pet," he confessed. "Parents were neat freaks, and our lifestyle was a little too... sterile, for animals." Humans too, if he was honest. But those days were long gone. Now he lived in a home that was the very epitome of all the things he'd hated growing up. Life was such a quirky thing. "Persi's really the closes thing I've ever had." Laying back against the grass, the tugged his cowl down a little further over his eyes, shading them from the sun' s indignant glare. How dare he enjoy himself, it seem say, scowling at him with all that warmth and happiness. Fickle fl

Mere days ago, he would have refused and kept his distance, not understanding the significance or import of the ties that bind, beyond an exercise in abstract philosophy. So much had happened in so little time. Memories of laughing and crying friends flooded his mind's eye. Eruda, Raidou, Sam, Freya, even Gaius and so many more. All those faces at the raid. What a heaping mess that had been. But, because of it, he'd grown and changed. Hopping down from his stony perch, Freyd moved to sit at Xena's side and allowed himself to gaze up at the cool blue sky overhead. Scattered fluffy

Persi poked her head out of the rushes, something slick and slimy wriggling in her mouth. She bit down and the thing went rigid. Being a grappling type familiar had its advantages. Making eyes at Amber and twirling imagined eyebrows, she looked quite proud of herself. Funny how an inky blob of shadow with nothing but a pair of blue orbs to emote with could manage so effectively. Freyd just palmed his forehead, trying not to laugh and set her off at the same time. She was a good familiar and had carried him reliably out of more pinches than he'd ever care to admit. If it meant that he ha

She had a point. He wasn't actively trying to recruit her, but rather just to provide options. "Prestigious? Maybe. That sounds almost pretentious. If anything, the guild's grounded nature and leadership is what attracted me to it in the first place. I... " Freyd seemed to hesitate, as if pondering how best to craft his words. "I considered becoming a broker myself, very early on. But I'd spent too much time hiding in the shadows. It felt like it would be stepping back into my original doubts." He shook his head, eyes closing for a moment, lost in dark memories. "Couldn't do th

"Assault. Good choice. They're a good bunch. Gaius took over as their interim captain when Haine stepped down. Feel free to reach out to him for advice." Freyd's dark sense of humour was getting the better of him again. Responsibility wasn't Gaius' strong suit, but the man had matured quite a bit, of late. Something told him that he might make a fair captain, if he wasn't allowed to shirk the role. Sending a new recruit his way might do just the trick. "Raidou leads the vanguard. Kiluia is still in charge of Provisional, I believe, and yours truly looks after O&I, but don't t

Thread Summary: 5651 words / 30 = 188*5= 940*Tier Katoka receives: 5260 EXP (Word Count [940*4] + 1500 [Quest]) 3464 col (400 [1 page] + 2500 [Quest] + 564 [Laurel, +15% of EXP as col]) "Zero Degree Icicle" | T2 Rare Katana | Freeze | ACC Unlock Frozen Hide extra skill Freyd receives: 11280 EXP (Word Count [940*12]) 1692 col (1692 [Laurel, +15% of EXP as col]) Unlock Frozen Hide extra skill

"Relax?" Freyd blinked for dramatic effect, but it was fair comment on his own obsessive work ethic. "I'm not sure if I really know how, to be perfectly honest. With rare exceptions, it's been a wild ride of putting out fires and rushing towards the next floor." Dusting fictional dirt from his pants, Freyd ventured into his own past, realizing the truth of it. "For the longest time, all I was focused was getting to the point where I'd could stand side by side with the front lines. Contribute, yanno? I went from hiding from my own shadow to... " he glanced at the ground between

"I know what you mean. It took a long time before I could trust people, even after I'd left the starting city. It just seemed like the system was ready to pounce on me from every shadow I saw. Eventually, things settled down and I learned to navigate my way around, made contacts and allies. Got stronger. You know how it goes." He blinked, realizing that he'd been talking to her as if they were both front line veterans. "Well, you will soon enough," he added, laughing at himself for so easily slipping into old habits. "You're smart, Xena. That will carry you far. Just be careful