Freyd

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Roiling haze and darkness gave way to a glimmer of pale, ghostly light followed by the form of a man. Beacon lantern held high, Freyd reached the appointed rally in time, just as others were beginning to gather. Silent and stoic, azure orbs the only part of his defying the scene's monochromatic format - like he'd just walked into a Zach Snyder production where only certain colours were allowed. Glancing briefly over the cliff's edge, he saw only darkness. For someone accustomed to peering through the void, this site's stark, raving absence was borderline disturbing - which was saying somet

"You have it backwards," Freyd replied, sounding reticent to tell the tale while hanging off the edge of the speeding caravan wagon. The massive mutant warg bellowed in frustration at the sudden loss of its pack, but still gave chase. "The skill didn't come first. Shadow did. That's with a capital 'S', as in 'Mr.Shadow' himself - the boss from the floor 26 labyrinth. Shadow the Malevolent, as officially titled." The warg lunged, losing the tip of its nose for its trouble. Freyd's keen reflexes were just waiting for it to be predictably stupid. This was hardly the most devious or r

"Figures you'd be the one to spot my intentions," Freyd joked, half-heartedly as his blade gauged a nasty gash open along the lion's face. One of its eyes was looking really wonky as a result, seeming to ooze and bleed out, like its mesh was liquified. "Have no illusions. The front lines carry serious risk. If the worst were to happen, I'm entrusting things to all of you. Keep the guild together. Keep the player base safe. Work as a unit. Survive." Sweeping low, Veritas severed another vital tendon, the Nemean lion crumpling to the ground under its own weight. "See? You need fou

Landing opposite Ren, sword cleaving into the enemy's flank, Freyd could tell merely by the clinking shattersong of certain fractal formations that the stun had landed. Spinning and pivoting on heavily booted feet, he'd spring in and out more readily than someone in this much protective gear should be able, nicking and cutting down its defences a sliver at a time. Okay... maybe chunks. Death by a thousand cuts wasn't really his fighting style, preferring grandiose blows better worthy of a two-handed wielder. The katana qualified, but his own tactics had changed many times since those earlie

Moving quickly through town, Freyd wasted no time ushering the lot of them to the portal and floor seventeen beyond. While the rest glanced all about, soaking in the sights like a bunch of newbie tourists, Freyd navigated the city's busy streets and led them out to the dry savannah beyond. Lions prowled the wilder areas in surprising numbers and frequency on this floor, like the spawn rate had been boosted as a prank and no one ever went back to reset it correctly. Were it an actual environment, they'd have decimated the prey populations early on and propagated their own demise. "Belie

"Duly noted," Freyd replied, nodding his appreciation for Jomei's concern. "Not something I think either one of us are interested in repeating." A sideways glance shared with Wulfrin was all they required to agree. "And, besides, it seems we all have significant others to care for these days." Wulfrin's wedding had been long in the planning and execution, but he and Ciela seemed happy and perfect for each other. Jomei and Lessa's coziness on the battlefield had hardly gone unnoticed. Freyd had welcomed it, silently, thankful for any expression of passionate bonds to help them all sta

"Standard rules of engagement basically hold true. Immobilize. Fracture defense. Then we beat the living tar out of the target until it turns into confetti. This one can be particularly nasty if it stays in the water, where it might try to drag you down. We'll be wailing on it anyway, so don't panic. Enough damage will set you free." As they approached the small inlet his tracking talents had identified as the field boss' current lair, Freyd ordered them to spread out with ranged fighters on the flank. He and Ren approached more directly, still keeping ten feet apart to allow themse

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Sopping wet and dripping dregs from the twenty-ninth as he emerged from the teleporter, a puddle instantly formed around Freyd just from him standing there for a moment. "Gah... I swear I've been soaked for a year straight. There's nothing but a giant raisin left under my cowl!" Peeling off the garment plastered to his noggin produced a sickly slurp and sent shivers down his frigid spine. "That floor just sucks the will to live from your bones, yanno?" Blue eyes blinking as they surveyed their surrounding, they seemed rather disappointed. "I can't say this place i

Venrough was another location he felt required more time to explore. As players stretched themselves across more unlocked floors, their attention spans thinned accordingly. Even with as much effort as he put into scouting, Freyd had few stories to tell of this place. Well, few that didn't involve pirates. Countless coves, sheltered bays and hidey-holes dotted the coast line of this floor's volcanic islands, many of them infested with ruffians and scallywags galore. "I vaguely recall getting shot out of cannon here once. Possibly with Oscar, or Koga. Kiluia just set himself on fire

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Freyd gives Rencesvals (for Foyle) Anathema +3 | T4 Perfect Weapon (Projectile) | AA | ACC I | Para I Acquisition ID: 220388b | Roll ID: 246463, 246464, 246465 | Reroll IDs: 246466, 246467, 246468 An exquisite elderwood longbow Source: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/19579-freyds-evaluations/?do=findComment&comment=697938 Perdition's Reach +3 | T4 Perfect Weapon (Projectile) | Burn I | Static I | Fallen I Acquisition ID: 218081b | Roll ID: 246469, 246470, 246471 | Reroll IDs: 246472, 246473, 246474 A recurving longbow made of well-oiled ash, stained to a matte, dull grey

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Peaceful and pastoral as ever, Freyd found no immediate source of trouble. Too easy. "Montjoy?" Nothing. If they're here, I cannot sense them. But something stirs here nonetheless. A grimace in mild irritation. Not exactly useful as tactical analysis went, but hardly surprising. Scanning the wide sweeping valley, Freyd found nothing immediately out of place, save the dearth of players normally pilfering its plenty. Eyes narrowing in search of anomalies, the void had taught him to search for the importance of absence. "No gilded hands. No critters. No fishers or fo

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Unexpected, not to mention unwelcomed. Staring into the depths of a familiar portal, Freyd had not expected it to be capable of opening on twenty nine. Yet, here it was. Nemo's realm. A dungeon full of plentiful delight and dangers alike, players had been plumbing its nature's infinite treasure since the earliest days. It had changed, over time, and floated between all of Aincrad's know floors, but it presence here and now disturbed more than comforted. "If the Spectral Knights spread into this domain, the could potentially gain access to every floor in the castle." He'd never consi

Head lolling a bit to the side, the mesh of his shoulder still stitching itself back together, Freyd's eyes gazed Sekura's way as she brandished her courage their way. The young woman had certainly done her part - more than most would have managed against such a foe. She deserved kudos for that, which he would happily deliver once this relic was fully dispatched. Speaking of which... "I think it's time, Steve." Looking closely, Freyd swore he could still see a king-shaped outline on the room's western wall, from when their last battle ended. "Shall we continue our efforts to redecorat

Head still buzzing, amber liquid sloshing around the glass re-summoned to do its duty as he foolishly tested the limits of a glitch that left him with an inexplicable condition flashing in the corner of his interface. Freyd was mildly inebriated, at least by his own unreliable assessment. Another sip, flavour full of burning, yet mostly smooth, he clenched his teeth after swallowing it down. Like that might somehow help or something? Elora had been blissfully patient and kind, but bringing home another woman wasn't exactly the sort of thing a partner would ignore, nor should expect to witho

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"If you haven't figured it out yet, Amari, I excel at one specific thing: breaking every goddamn rule Cardinal ever made. Bar none. I don't give up. I don't give in. I don't resign myself to fate. Never have. Never will." Unlike hers, his hands were perfectly steady and still has he spoke. How he wanted them to shake sometimes, to feel the pulse beating to the point of bursting from his veins and threatening to shake him apart, but they didn't. It wasn't who and what he was. He'd looked into the dark of his own soul and seen what stared back. They had come to an accord, even made

In a rare moment, Freyd suddenly felt pity for the poor mob, its dignity in tatters. Here stood the vaunted invincible mob of yesteryear, its defenses battered and broken. Surveying the decrepit vestigial form of fallen greatness, it actually felt wrong to tease and taunt it so, even if it was his wont in life. Trash talk was just part of the game, with a long ignoble tradition, much of which he'd heaped upon FTK himself. "You're right, of course," he called back towards Sekura as the king advanced once more, axe held high. So much of his was left exposed and vulnerable, yet the Whisp