Freyd

"So, you finally got your act together. Took you long enough." Mirth was plain on his face as he leaned against the closed lower half the front door. Several friends and patrons had just made a run on the shop and he was eager for a cup of coffee to help with recovery. Fortunately, Quaestor's Quisine was just across the road and only just re-opened for business. Placing his order, Freyd left a hefty tip to ensure a steady future supply of goods for consumption. He didn't need the mats himself, or would rather direct them to an easily accessible source. Demian and Bistro had always been

Freyd was exhausted. Running around like a madman was already standard for him, but recent days had drained every once of stamina as he raced to every corner of the floating castle making preparations for the coming raid. Even by comparison to past efforts, this one was by far more complicated. The pressures of leadership were weighing on him - not in the sense that he feared the responsibility. Moreso, it was the opposite. People's lives would be in his hands in a manner he wasn't accustomed to dealing with. Tanking was a whole other business, and he was trying it for the first time in

"Oh, good. The other part is already here." Freyd had once again returned to The Knight Shift with another order all set to go, or components for one at least. The final part was coming on commission. "This one's for a friend who's just joining the front lines, Ren. Please perform your usual level of care." It had become a habit, of sorts, for Freyd to be visiting this particular shop. Lots to be done before a raid, t'was true, but he'd been acting the part of Raidou in his efforts to arm half of Aincrad of late. The thought made him smile even more. There were far worse examples to f

Returning a short while later, Freyd had several bags and satchels laden all about him. They could all go into his inventory, but it had been such a mad dash going from place to place that he hadn't yet taken the time. Rushing into the shop, slightly out of breath, he quickly scanned the goods and nodded his approval. "Much appreciated, Krysta. Thank you so much for getting it done quickly. This will come in very handy in the raid." Touching the piece, he donned it instantly, replacing his more emo common emo garb. A few turns and stretches in quick succession, twisting to check flexibi

"Who are you harassing this time, Mina?" A lone lanky figure clad mostly in black approached them, hands stuffed into non-apparent pockets at his side. Tufts of unruly black hair stuck out defiantly from the edge of a charcoal-coloured cowl covering most of the rest of his head. Ironically, in a desert environment, Freyd's garb looked less suspect than usual. "Is this lady bothering you," he added jokingly to the two very new-looking players she'd enthusiastically accosted. "Wait... Vanessa?" Recognizing her from a recent visit to his shop, the young woman looked a bit lost, but at

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) Source: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/19871-f13-appraiser-freyd-edges-open/?do=findComment&comment=674275 Identifications: 18x T4 Perfect Items (@3040 col) = 54720 col +270000 col for re-rolls. (18 * 15,000 for 4 rerolls apiece) Total Cost: 324720 col Junking: 15x T4 Perfect Item (@1900

'I really can't stand this guy,' Freyd thought to himself, tired of listening to Abdullah prattle on about what a magnificent human being he thought himself to be. Feigning neither interest nor disinterest Freyd simply repeated his request. "Yes, and thank you for the delightful lesson on the history of peeling grapes, Abdullah. I shall treasure it always. Now, perhaps we could review, once again, the location of this mutant land shark your bartender mentioned? It's a curiosity I'd hoped to observe for myself while I was here." He was lying through his teeth, already having scanned t

Persi slithered in first, the door jamb offering little resistance to a creature made of shadow and pure attitude. Leaping to Katoka's workbench, her curiosity reigned as she wandered about sniffing and poking her nose into everything. Like master, like familiar, as they always say. Freyd entered moments later, grinning madly, yet also looking slightly dazed. He'd honestly nearly forgotten about the order - not really, but it would be nice if he'd pretended such to be the case. Strutting with deliberate silence over to the counter, he yanked one of the vials up to his eyes and peered at i

Slinking quietly into the shop, Freyd crept stealthily over to the counter to collect his bounty, desperately hoping that the system wouldn't consider him a thief for just sneaking. More importantly, if NIGHT thought him there to burgle, she would have flayed him alive with her eyes alone. Really, he just didn't want to wake her or the cat sitting on the counter. "This gets a lot harder when you're refunded the hiding skill," he muttered under his breath, Persi glaring at his sudden added clumsiness. "Shouldn't we leave a note or something? Some kind of tip or thanks for prompt servic

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 Items #1-13 Items #14-18

Bullets zipping past his head hadn't been on the agenda for the day, or ever, though at least they were going around rather than through him. "Was it the eye patch? You just don't like the eye patch, right?" Leaping over the side of the crow's nest, Freyd whipped around the various rope ladders, sliding to and fro as he dodged their shots and made his descent. As soon as he'd made it to the ground, the fight was essentially over. Parrying Amir's cutlass slash with a wooden pinion, he then threw at the pirate's head. Amir bent low to avoid it, running right into Freyd's waiting knee.

Taking one final look around, Freyd resolved that he would be ready when the moment came. "Thank you for hosting and generously sharing your insights. We'll see what fate brings us soon enough." A quick nod to those who'd agreed to make assorted supply runs with the limited time remaining, as well as friends and strangers who'd joined their ranks for the first time. He hadn't expected @NIGHTto step up as well, but wasn't completely surprised. The woman was exceedingly competent and would manage to find her own way through whatever Cardinal threw their way. "Be safe, and please com

"I heard," Freyd mentioned in passing to @Morningstar as he wandered the room is search of his wayward and mayhem prone familiar. "It's a good idea." Cowl firmly back in place, he searched high and low for the brilliant blue eyes that usually gave her away. Unfortunately, if she closed them, the whole exercise became one with futility. Getting up from his crouch, Freyd noticed a few stray looks sent his way, likely wondering whether he was planting bombs or searching for secret passages. I mean there could be... A shaken hood purged the possibility before it grew into something more

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Hiding (5 ranks) Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: Vanish, Untraceable, Surprise Attack (Assassin) SP Incurred Towards Limit: 30 SP Refunded: 46 Cost: 46,000 col

Freyd looked up from his workbench, the magnifying spectacles on his face making his eyes look absolutely gigantic. They widened in turn, having unexpectedly been given a close-up view of Oji's nose hairs from an unfortunate vantage. "GAH!" A swipe of his hand flipped the goggle-like lenses from his face forcing him to squint and blink a few times to refocused. "Oji? Never heard of you." His free hand waved dismissively at his patron, as if shooing away doubts and misgivings. "No worries. In fact, that's probably a good thing. Sorry, but I'm in a dreadful rush. Ummm..." Glanc

The companions parted as haphazardly as they had been called together, each bound for whatever pre-raid rituals they required for themselves. Freyd, being the last to linger, found himself staring at the mundane coming and going of daily life in Yogan. Another child, like the one that squealed and ran from him earlier in the day passed by again, oblivious to his presence. To much of her lifetime had passed since then for her to recall his presence. 'Shouldn't that same logic apply to all mobs,' he wondered, thinking that it would go a long way towards explaining why some seemed so two-dim

"Dangit." Freyd knew it the moment he looked at the results: he'd messed up. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he knew the only answer was to place another order and hope that NIGHT would just indulge and dismiss it as a facet of a manic nature. Cost wasn't really the issue. Well, it was, but the investment in his fellows mattered more than economics. He could always incur another assault on Aincrad's poor mob population if necessary. Now really wasn't the time to get stingy. "My sincere apologies, NIGHT. In a rush to prepare for the raid, I seem to have placed my order incorrectly.

"Let's call it an investment for mutual benefit and a favor owed. Live through the raid and I'll be happy to claim something suitably scaled in the future. I'm sure to need the assistance of a tank or otherwise 'warm body' for something-or-other at some point down the road. You'd always have right of refusal, or course." With a nod as good as a handshake, and the matter considered settled, Freyd guided them back to the settlement where the yawning portal awaited their departure. Katoka got an elbow to the ribs for her efforts and to echo Nari's assessment. She had come a very long way si

Watching as the others coordinated their efforts, Freyd permitted himself a small but satisfied grin. Working together, they made swift work of the flaming bird, each sliding in effective and progressive strikes to take it down as fast as possible. The ever-satisfying ping of their sought-after prizes having been delivered was all that had been missing. Once collected, he permitted himself a glance at his interface. "Not much time left to get ready for the raid. We should make our way back to town and make our way topside." A nod and sidestep towards @Nari-Lanreth was meant to glean

Viral filaments of colour spun by the master spinstress of the soul, Shiina's infusions ran through the group and afflicted their foes with spite, then smite, then a few extra whammies just for the fun of it. The girl was fickle and weird, but brilliantly effective, literally. Her crimson hue sunk deep and stirred within the Whisper's whispers that dark malignant void he wore over his hands. Samael's Pride triggered its endless thirst and keening wails echoed off the walls as it devoured one portion then another, until only one last sorry segment of the slime king slithered sadly on the flo

The bird's flight could be a problem and had to be neutralized. Reaching into his cowl, Freyd pulled out a long, slender form of black shadow with twin azure orbs for eyes. The beast seemed startled and displeased at having its slumber disturbed by such a lumbering lummox, but was never given a chance to protest. With a running start and leap, Freyd spun mid-air and whipped his familiar at the Pheonix, both beasts being completely caught off guard by the unusual familiar. Persi reacted first, choosing to take out her frustrations on the first thing in her path. Moments later, the dazed an

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: none Witch's Brew: none Identifications: 3x T4 Perfect Items (@3040 col) = 9120 col +45000 col for re-rolls. (X * 15,000 for 4 rerolls apiece) Total Cost: 54120 col Junking: 2x T4 Perfect Item (@1900) = 3800 col Total Value of Junking: 3800 col Net

Returning to Urbus with prize in hand, Freyd looked like quite the fright. Covered in dirt and honey, his health was still recovering from the earlier battle with Hebishinu. He looked like Ugzeke had used him as a walking stick in the woods and forgotten to wipe him clean afterwards. Sparing himself a short dip in one of the local fountains, much to the consternation of the locals, he was clean again by the time he reached the central plaza, albeit soaking wet. It was nothing a few minutes in the arid air on floor 5 couldn't fix as he set his sights on the twenty-seventh. Whatever lay in

Persi was the solution. Zipping her way through the swarm, her bee line approach blended in so perfectly that the queen never knew what hit her. Drones scattered at the impact and soldiers gave immediate chase without thought to leaving their monarch unguarded. Freyd just had to walk over and crack her one in the thorax. Even there, it was an unusually close thing, the ground having grown slick with the same substance slathered all over the hive mouth. Losing his footing at the last moment, he nonetheless managed to grab and rip her wings on one side, denying her flight advantage. Stunne