Freyd

Corrected Thread Summary: Rewards: 8356 words /30 = 278*5 = 1390 multiplier 8356 words /300 = 27 seeds Dungeon Wave 1: 42 Materials (each) Dungeon Wave 2: 28000 col (each) Dungeon Wave 3: 100000 col (split); ID 201671 | LD: 7 | 2x T4 Perfect Weapons, 2x T4 Perfect Armors Ariel Hirru Freyd

Watching the familiar weapon soar through the air, only to be sheathed and replaced brought a smile to the Whisper's lips. It marked the passing of a torch that was soon lit to blaze and burned their foes with the same intensity of passion that her gaze set upon the Wanderer who'd stepped gracefully back to grant her centre stage. Freyd watched them in their locked gaze, reading the ferocious tenderness shared in the midst of battle, and he felt hollow. Instantly, a shield of metaphorical iron, wrought by years of anguish and self-denial crashed down inside him to lock the distracting void

"Hirru..." Freyd moved between the Jade Hunter and their enemy, recognizing the same effect as before. "You really need to prep better if you're going to use that stuff, m'kay?" Parrying one of the mimic's arms, deflecting it off target, he managed to pin its other limb momentarily with his foot. The stony mob looked at him, quizzically, trying to figure out what was happening. A grin spread across the Whisper's face in response, followed up by a lateral slam from his staff that hit the thing so hard that half of its cinder block teeth came flying out. The mimic's entire body spu

Voices spoke to him through the muffled medium of his own pulpy head, still somewhat dazed and ringing in the aftermath of what had just happened. Someone, possibly Shiina, was waiving a pair of mittens in front of his face, trailing sparkly unicorns and fairy dust in her wake to the tune of carnival music that only he could hear. Shaking himself out of his reverie, Freyd leapt suddenly high into the air. His staff followed behind him, tearing up the vaulted masonry as he somehow ran inverted along the smooth surface, propelled by the lingering effects of whatever had powered that last ridi

A sickly, shlorping sound echoed from a side tunnel accompanied by the warble and hum of what sounded oddly like an energy field pressing against stone. Given the assortment of nasties oozing around these septic catacombs, there was no telling what blighted horror might emerge to challenge the gathering players. The wet slap of a hand on stone followed, along with the suctioned slurp of slime-coated boots struggling against the repeated adhesive bonding to the stone surface of the pipe. There was a hiss, then a slip and thud. An awkward muttered curse followed as something silently yeeted

Eyebrows lifted and threatened to pop off his head from sheer proximity to Freya when Shiina's power struck. Jerking up to his feet, Freyd twitched and snapped his arm to his side, his weapon locking between it and his ribs. Blue eyes instantly scanned the room and the position of every player on the board. A grid, superimposed by his mind in three dimensions, granted him perfect attenuated awareness of the entire battlefield. The boss deconstructed itself beneath his gaze, every weakness laid bare and woefully exposed. "Let's see what this thing can really handle." Clenching his f

Freyd slipped from the shadowed racks in the back of Griswold's shop, hiding among the man's many unfinished works and admiring their craftsmanship. "Few have your devotion, blacksmith. Or your skill." Despite a growing professional temptation to pick up and examine the collected goods, he refrained. It would be uncouth to treat an artist's work in such a fashion, and he assumed that the large muscled tank with the hammer in his hands also didn't like people touching his stuff. "A friend is joining the front lines. Her gear is so sub-par it might put her in the ground. There i

Adjusted Dungeon reward to full 3.1 T4 (8250 EXP instead of 7750). Stats update as follows: Hirru receives: 21112 EXP (Word Count [1440*6] + 8250 [T4 Dungeon, 3 waves] + 25% from event) 108765 col (200 [1 page/2] + 78000 [dungeon] + 2300 [chest] + 3166 [Laurel, +15% of EXP as col] + 30% from event) Other rewards unaffected. Baldur receives: 24712 EXP (Word Count [1440*8] + 8250 [T4 Dungeon, 3 waves] + 25% from event) 109467 col (200 [1 page/2] + 78000 [dungeon] + 2300 [chest] + 3706 [Laurel, +15% of EXP as col] + 30% from event) Other rewards unaffected.

Before anyone had a chance to comment on the recent bit of drama, the wall at the far side of the chamber suddenly shuddered, then lurched forward. Two rectangular slots in the masonry broken open, revealing a sinister intelligence as the entire wall unfurled itself and moved forward to attack them. "Hey! No fair," cried Freyd. "How come it didn't attack the two dudes that were literally picking at it?" Turning to strike at the new arrival, he'd neglected to watch for all the clutter and equipment left behind by the prospectors and nearly lost his footing. His attack went wide, b

Frowning in response to Freya's scolding, he waved a hand dismissively, trailing long slimy strings in her direction. The viscous goo clung ferociously to his fingertips, forcing him to wave them around with greater vigor, increasing tempo and exaggeration and splattering everything all around. "How is it so clingy?! Hey Raidou, can we use this stuff for something? Roofing tar? Pre-melted marshmallows? Maybe as some sort of binding agent that could be weaponized in some way? Hey... I wonder if it floats?" Without thinking, he puts his hand to his face, instantly regretting his thou

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: 173278 Witch's Brew: (2/2) https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/21110-f22-pp-double-wammy-witch-of-the-west/?do=findComment&comment=644634 Identifications: 26x T4 Perfect Items (@3040 col) = 79040 col +390000 col for re-rolls. (26 * 15,000 for 4 rerolls apiece) Total Cost

Holding his staff out in front of him like a hockey stick, Freyd plowed through the dregs of the final slime, smearing it across the sewer walls and floor as he went. Unfortunately, it only fed the slick surface in front of him and kept him slipping and sliding down the tunnel. "Awwwww... craaaaaap!" Finally skidding to a stop, amazed that he hadn't fallen on his face or his ass in the process, Freyd found himself in a large open chamber. Over a hundred feet in diameter, with a high vaulted ceiling formed of iron-reinforced masonry, the floor contained a ring walkway around the per

Thread Summary 3892 words / 30 = 129*5= 645*Tier 3892 / 300 = 12 seeds Eruda receives: Freya receives: Sam receives: Freyd receives: (quest previously completed and tech unlocked)

A somber, darkly clad man entered the shop, his hooded head and traveling clothes soaked, despite the searing desert heat outside. The clatter of wood on wood rang out to announce his arrival as he placed a six foot shaft of honed and polished redwood on the counter. The weapon simmered and pulsed with a crimson inner light, declaring its inherent talents to those with the proper eye and training. "For the raid," Freyd said, bluntly. "You can pay me back later." Turning and exiting as swiftly as he'd come, jets of steam rose from from his soggy clothes the moment they found the su

Feeling the wear and tear of battle more than usual, Freyd knew that it was partially the toll required by the consumables he often relied upon to give him that extra edge. Watching Eruda slump to the ground with fatigue, he sympathized. Raserai clamped down on the lone remaining hellhound, one fiery little critter pinning down the other. A nod of thanks given to the tank for her gesture, and also for her valor. Likewise to Sam and Freya for their roles. This had proven to be a valuable training exercise and growth experience. "You're all ready. Stow your doubts and your fears. If

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“Hrm. Yeah," Freyd said, no hint of interest in his tone. "The Fabios are all yours.” He'd taken note of the tension between the other two players, and filed it away for later consideration. It wasn't germane to his present interests, and could hamper their ability to function effectively together. That, and it's really none of your damned business. Twin blue orbs swiveled in their sockets towards his own shadow, cast upon the snow, before drifting towards the nearby lake. “Darian… Darion… isn’t that the mayor of Tolbana. No. That’s Dorion.” Freyd shook his head, as if t

"All I said was that you were going to take the sand serpent on. How you choose to do so is entirely up to you - whether that mean braining it with a frying pan, poisoning it, or any other means of your devising." Freyd led them from Nimbus' echoing caverns out to the open skies beyond. "Rig is a few miles from here. The beast lairs near there. So, if I told you that this thing was terrorizing the locals, eating up children and harassing caravans full of baking products, etc. How would you propose we deal with it?" He walked surprisingly slowly for such a tall, lanky fellow. Long s