Freyd

The Knight Shift's heavy oak door slammed shut behind @Van as she entered and delivered her polite introductions. Freyd was also revealed to Ren, who spotted him over the woman's shoulder with widening eyes. The Whisper did have a habit of just showing up at the strangest times, and quite frequently in his shop of late. A deliberate cough revealed his presence as he casually sauntered up to join the conversation. "Good choices, don't you think, Ren?" The blacksmith looked both stunned and confused as to why Freyd would send her here, then also show up himself. Freyd nodded 'yes', p

Note: "Róisín" means "Little Rose". Freyd randomly gave Elora a small copper rose trinket when they first met, over two real time years ago. Thread Closing: All quotes copied between posts have been excluded from word count Elora receives: 2125 EXP (Word Count [7595/10*4*0.7]) 1913 col (1 page [400] + 15% P5 Reward [318] + gift from Freyd [1195]) Freyd receives: 7969 EXP (Word Count [7595/10*15*0.7]) 0 col (15% P5 Reward [1195]) - given to Elora

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: 12x T4 Perfect Items (@3040 col) = 36480 col +180000 col for re-rolls. (X * 15,000 for 4 rerolls apiece) Total Cost: 216480 col Junking: 7x T4 Perfect Item (@1900) = 13300 col Total Value of Junking: 13300 col

There was no hesitation or complaining, this time. Freyd knew precisely what he wanted and needed, making to bee line towards the necessary object. Plans were unrolling quickly in an improvised state and required all the critical pieces to align. This would be one of the last. "What am I thinking?" A concern thought but not voiced until he reached this fortress of solitude. Thumb and index pressed to temples, tension had been building gradually since the raid meeting. Faces rolled past in his minds' eye, the nightmare plaguing him playing in the background. Now the threat was real

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It was a ridiculous idea, which was probably its greatest appeal. "I still haven't tracked down a few of these since the last patch. Might as well update my records and see if they've improved their drops at all." Cycling through a catalogue of field bosses, Freyd updated his notes. It was a slow day around Aruyt. Most of the local humans and fauns milled about doing whatever they were programmed to do to make the place look more busy than it actually was. There were few quests in this area, and even fewer reasons for players to hang around unless they happened to like the scenery

Freyd didn't react. He couldn't. But if he could, he would have laughed at Morningstar's upcoming misfortune. Just because he couldn't move, didn't mean he was out of options, and his companion had just baited the one card that he might still have at his disposal. From beneath his clothes, something inky black and formless bled and darted towards this dangled prize. Persi did love chasing shiny things, and this might prove a valuable lesson for Morningstar as well: don't mess with Freyd's spoopy shadow mongoose. All he would see was a roiling mass of slinky black that wrapped itself aro

"I beg your pardon, Freyd, but is Hirru alright? Some of these notes, am I reading them incorrectly, or is this player suggesting we offer healing to the boss? Isn't that the opposite of what we are tying to do?" Still lost in his own analysis, and only half-listening, it took a few seconds for his lizard brain to catch up to Krista's comments. "Hmm? @Hirru? Yeah, he's just wired funny, but it all works out in the end. You have to admire his dedication as a healer, and his decency as a human being. How many of us even give a second thought to the welfare of our enemies?" He cert

"I actually don't know," Freyd replied, running up the gangplank in a crouch to keep from being spotted by whomever remained on the deck. "They've changed a few things in this quest over time, which was why I was curious to check it out again. It really doesn't seem all that different so far." His form vanished as two more awkward gurgly-screams from above signaled detection of several more mobs. A couple of pops and free-floating red bandanas on the wind suggested the expiry of a pair of additional deck hands. Some shrew came spiraling down from the crow's nest in response, then slammed

Opening sought. Opening spotted. Between Raidou and Kasumi's strikes a whirling dervish of shadows reeled and wove themselves into a cascade of fury ready for unleashing. Freyd stepped through, fist first, unloading on the half a slime king until its Jello-O jiggled to its very core. The surge unfortunately pushed its better half away and out of range, but left the recent spawn to take the brunt of his assault. Pooped into existence mere moments before, it might have sought to say hello, or somehow been a more cordial slime than its fellows. It never got that chance. Freyd smeared it on

Rushing into the door, nearly at a sprint, Freyd scrawled an order onto a slip and slid it across the counter with payment. "For a few friends, for the raid. I hope you can spare the time." Sparing himself a few moments to catch his breath, he spent it doing double duty to review his list of outstanding goods still to be obtained by various means. As the beating of his pulse faded from his ears, he also paused to better absorb the details of the place. Koga had been right about NIGHT's insular nature. Part of him felt compelled to probe why. A newer part suggested it was better left alo

"You're an appraiser... that's right. I nearly forgot." A quick mental scan of his inventory recalls that most of his straight swords and heavy armor had already been put to use for the last raid, but not replenished. "Sorry, but I don't have anything that will fit your kit. If anything turns up before the raid, I'll be sure to let you know." Freyd already had his thinking face on, drumming up ideas and opportunities for Morningstar's benefit. The problem was time. It was always time. "Heath? He's just one of a number of bit-time players who sought power in the aftermath of Razw

Watching the scene unfold, Freyd followed Griswold as he pressed the main beast back into a corner, but also the lesser detritus that Kasumi's keen eyes also caught. Her successful feint and bait had drawn it out and provided him a brief window of opportunity. A leap and kick destroyed the latch keeping the overhead grate in place. "Heads up!" Enough warning for their tank, but the slime wasn't king in the brains department. Seconds later, a massive metal cheese-grater of a grille swung down and through its back half. To everyone else, it looked as though the very room just tried to eat

"You don't want to leave either?" Either? Elora was always especially hard on herself and kept praise and scrutiny alike at bay with pretense and aloofness. As a subject matter expert, he recognized method in madness when he saw it. Everyone always thought that Freyd being an appraiser was just some power move to gain access to the game's uber content, but they couldn't be more wrong. It was to learn to study people, and ultimately himself. Shackled in his own mind, it had taken efforts of Elora, @Katoka, @Freya, @Raidou and so many others to him find the key. A few valuable lessons

"You'd have a hard time holding both at the same time," the shopkeeper replied, his back to the counter as he tilled through a field of miscellaneous items strewn about the strange shack. The entire shop looked like a rummage sale with the broadest assortment of items imaginable, some so bizarre as to defy description. Spinning his stool about, the darkly clad figure pulled down a soft woolen cowl revealing an unruly mop of black hair dangling over fierce blue eyes that relaxed as they came to rest on his new patron. "But, they've both been there forever, so they're yours if you want th

Freya had always been passionate. It was surely what drew her and Gaius together. They were kindred spirits. She also reminded him a lot of Elora in that way, and it served them both well. Sure, they were unpredictable wrecks half the time, but somehow they made it work. Humans be pffft. Between the two of them, the compliments were overflowing uncannily of late. Do they really see me this way? He struggled to understand. Freyd was a persona crafted for a purpose; one most often connected to perceived or projected fears. She wasn't wrong when she called him a husk, but their words an

Once they reached the shore, Freyd pressed his finger to his lips as he scanned their surroundings. Everything was largely as he remembered it. The dock was mostly improvised, consisting of a rocky shelf next to a natural deep water harbour where 'Slim Jim's' absconded ship had been anchored. Most of the man's pilfered goods had since been unloaded. Crates, barrels and bags with various markings and contents were neatly grouped along the 'dock' organized by good. "Excellent, that means their Quartermaster is here. He doesn't spawn every time, and it's a bitch to get to the end only

No one else would have gotten away with it unscarred. Well, okay, maybe two others. The point was that Freyd didn't let anyone get in a shot like that without consequences unless they were very, very special to him. Freya was lucky to be one of those rare few. Blinking away the stars, he was nonetheless glad that she wasn't a martial artist or the system might have backed that up with more oomph. "You don't get it, Freya." His voice was barely more than a whisper, but also seething with rage. "If that dream is true, then I'm not even human. Or worse: half human, half mob and

Leading them back to Snowfrost, the Whisper couldn't help but feel some sense of satisfaction at the outcome of his little experiment. Three assorted lumps of clay each having previously taken their lumps in different ways, were brought together and dragged through hell for the sake of building camaraderie and reaping the benefits of shared danger. He could probably stand to refine his technique a bit, but everything had worked out fine - better than expected, actually. Lagging a bit behind the others as they raced up the final rise to the floor's only settlement, Freyd was contented

"Years on the... how old do you think I am?!" Freyd leaned away from his companion, giving him a false stink-eye diffused by a disarming smile. "I've actually only been in the last two raids. I suppose that counts as being a veteran, at least by some standards. There are others who have been around a lot longer than me." His left brow arched even higher as Morningstar made his pitch about the fourteenth floor. "I actually need to swat the Lich King to gather some Darkness Salve for the raid. It would be helpful to get a second dose, if you don't mind me buying yours off you?

Freyd was focused entirely on the man's wild flailing and panicked cries. This was an officer of the imperial guard - among the most fearsome fighters ever fielded by Ladonia's vile and now deceased autocrat. He felt no joy or satisfaction in defeating him. This wasn't a win in some sporting contest, though to many of his fellows it could be seen as such. A lighting quick strike to the wrist jarred and opened his hand, the Whisper deftly snatching and tossing the weapon behind him where it stabbed itself into an aged and filthy couch once plush and vivid in its royal purple. Like everythin

Freyd looked like he'd just been slapped by a wet fish wielded by a bawdy barmaid wearing a girdle made of post-consumer waffleboard and held in place by the contents of ten thousand pixie sticks. Nothing was processing. His brain had just idled and stopped. Every word Freya had just spoken mirrored his own recurring vision, more aptly dubbed the worst nightmare in his entire life, though those words didn't do it justice. It was rare to catch the Whisper so completely off guard. She'd just done it in spades. "What did you say?" Blinks signaled a restart as Freyd bag-o-cats brain beg

A small silent smile gained. In this pose, from her angle, he looked like nothing more than a silhouette, because he was. A black glove reached over her head, pilfering the proffered pastry and gulping it down in a single bite while his shadow just shook its head. "Nah," Freyd mumbled as he chewed, waving Montjoy away like a fart in the wind. "I was just getting hungry and this seemed like the best way to get you to bring me food." He hadn't seen Elora much in recent weeks. It wasn't a bad thing. She was too free (re: volatile) a spirit to have him hanging around all the time, and h

Dodging Morningstar's weapon as Heath launched it his way, Freyd tumbled to his right then ran forward to catch the captain in a full body tackle. Not the most brilliant maneuver, but his goal was to keep him away from his companion. "Awww crap." He felt it coming, the pommel of Heath's sword crashing down onto his back. Yup. Bad move. A chunk of health gone, the Whisper folded himself in half and pressed a boot hard against his enemy's groin, pushing hard to clear some distance without risking another attack. "OOOOWwwww. You F-" A black gloved smack to the head inte

"Heath! You craven bastard. It's about time you finally turned up." Freyd walked into the room after Morningstar's onslaught had crumpled him to the ground. Something in his tone implied that the two of them had met before, under less than pleasant circumstances. The kneeling captain spat out a tooth, wiping away a trail of blood from the corner of his lips with a heavy plate gauntlet that looked far too ornate for a mundane officer. Freyd punched him across the face when he tried to rise, knocking out a second pearl. "That was for the ships that never got off the ground." A derisi