Freyd

Cleaning the last of the dust from his garb, Freyd shared in his companion's grin. How the mobs in the next room hadn't heard anything was somewhat of a minor miracle, but dungeon acoustic were a thing unto themselves. Logic need not apply. Peering in, up and over the blonde, he could see their next two targets gathered around something on the far side of the room. No objects were visible in his line. A straight run would simply do the trick. Nodding to Morningstar to yank open the door, Freyd rushed in with a lunging stride and clocked the nearer man square on the back of head. Keening s

Times had not been kind to the remnants of Razwell's personal guards, their numbers scattered, honor tattered and pockets laid bare by privation. What few coins each of the grunts in this platoon had left to their names were presently heaped onto a rickety table in the centre of the tiny home's parlour with barely enough room for four chairs to crowd around. "Fold," grumble the one nearest the door, tossing his cards on the table in a fit of pique and standing to make his way towards the piss pot in the corner. Glamorous accommodations, these were not. No longer beholden to any sense o

"Always a pleasure, my friend. I'm sure that she will appreciate this and your fine craftsmanship." Turning to leave, the Whisper paused. "That reminds me. There is another matter in which I may require your assistance, though this one if of a more combative nature. Interested?" Ren, who'd already begun working on another project, ceased his rhythmic pounding of hammer on anvil. Their last outing was both heart-racing and extremely educational. "I am interested. Where shall I meet you this time?" Hook snared, Freyd offered a wry grin and the rap of his spider-like finger

"I have another one for you, Ren." So many trips to this one shop of late, but with Tristram Steel silent, Freyd had little choice. "This piece is especially sentimental. I know you pour your heart into each one and so needn't ask for your best." Ren collected the script and reviewed, noting how detailed the specifications were, right down to tailored measurements. "And, If she ever comes asking you how I got those, just tell her you have no idea." Ren's brow furrowed. "But, I'm not even sure who we're talking about." "Exactly!" Freyd replied, clapping his hands excitedly.

Crossing paths with Montjoy, his approach equally unnoticed thanks to Kasumi's fine leg work, the swapped places at the last moment to the sound of oblivion's screeching maw. Driven forward by gathered momentum, Freyd's hand became as a vacuum that devoured every goopy thing it touches. Fingers curled into fists, they carved a hissing trail through the Slime King's side leaving only a deep orange scar and angry, glowing fractals in the process of losing their cohesion. Sparks spilled out like molten metal from a tipped furnace in his wake. Bouncing to a trickle on the floor behind him, eac

"That's one weird ass cosmetic, But I guess it's in line with the rest of your style." Freyd said nothing, but subtle tension in his shoulder read as a flinch quickly covered by a smile at the prospect of him racing through the carnage of a battlefield in some absurdly loud, technicolor surcoat. There were no expectations of understanding to be shattered or glossed over, though perhaps the tiniest tinge of disappointment prevailed. Her mention of the boar fields flared a deep sense of nostalgia to replace it. "So much chaos in those early days. So much uncertainty and doubt." Blue ey

Several hours of posing as a city guardsman was starting to grow dull. It simply wouldn't pass notice to be standing on the street corner as himself, and Cardinal's rules of engagement were malleable these days. Mobs were getting smarter, and more dangerous. At Morningstar's arrival, Freyd spared a moment to assess. Years as an appraiser had taught him to evaluate people as well as items. 'He has sense enough to show up wearing inconspicuous garb,' he thought to himself, blue eyes scanned his companion's face and features. 'Buffs sorted too? Good.' As first impressions went, Morningsta

As if on queue, a bolt of black shot out from behind them, striking Avalanche square in the chest and ricocheting off its various joints like some sort of concussive, gravity-charged pinball. The impact seemed less intense than it normally might, leaving the Whisper to wonder whether his mojo might be fritzing. It was still enough, shattering key points across the titan's crystalline form. Cascading masses of snow and ice collapsed all around them, threatening to crush, but splintering instead until a gentle drifting snow was all that remained of the monstrous creature. Its last remaining

Leaping high into the air like some sort of caffeinated grasshopper, Freyd used the distance to build some extra power and came crashing down on Terra Firma that he squished and broke its carapace like one might some sort of juice-filled bug with a boot. The beast was flattened and defeated, giving up its prize and rewards for their benefit. Freyd tried not to overthink the implications, focusing first on the mission and other sequential plans still in need of completion. "Floor four, will be our next stop," he offered, not even missing a beat or offering them a moment to gather their co

"I can't stand talking to that guy," Freyd muttered under his breath. Abdullah's very presence was offensive considering the general squalor that dominated the rest of Fortaleza. The fact that he merely added paces to the quest requirements wasn't an especially endearing quality beyond the man's sheer ego. Ultimately dismissing him as yet another fetch-quest giver, the Whisper chose instead to rally his companions to his side and guide them to their target destination. "This thing is crazy fast and hits like a bus for its level. Your best bet is to give me some space and a few seconds to

"Up and at'em, sleepy-head. You're being volunteered." Reaching down into a nest of assorted crap pulled from all corners of Ladonia, Freyd pulled out and produced a man. He was Nobody, really, and preferred to remain that way, napping his way from day to day until someone else got him out of this hellhole, or oblivion did the trick. "Mwha? Huh? Five more minutes!" Though officially dubbed as Celeste's chief engineer, Freyd was convinced that the man had gotten the job by sheer luck. That, or Ladonian technology was so self-sufficient that they really didn't need him and were conte

"Ah, Ariel. It's been a while." Freyd sidled up to the counter, having only just restored the ordered chaos of his piling system, adding a few new items along the way. "It was good to see you at the raid meeting. I wasn't sure whether you'd be able to join us this time around. Lots of new blood it seems. Your experience is most welcome." Continuing to banter, his hands were already skimming through the various items deposited on the counter by his white-haired customer. "This one may be of interest. I've heard of its like before. Particularly useful for aggressive healers, or els

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 |