Freyd

"Seriously," he said to no one in particular, gleefully surprised. "I had no idea that fishing could deliver dungeon maps!" Persi snuck out from her nest, cradled in the tiny folds of his black leather jacket, where she could suck up warmth and avoid unwanted attention. Freyd's ruckus had roused her. Peeking out, her eyes grew wider as Freyd fished out another box from the stream. "What have I been missing? Hey, Nemo! I'm loving this place already!" Slinking free from his clothing, completely, Persi wandered over and sniffed at the mysterious box, wondering if it might

Other than a recent experience with Setsuna, Freyd had never actually fished with any other intent than relaxation in the game. He knew about the fishing skill, but materials were of no real value to a merchant, save as an alternate form of currency that could be traded. Sam apparently had a nasty habit of finding boss monsters whenever she used it, which prompted him to keep his weapon handy. A notion to try using it as a fishing rod crossed his mind until he pictured it getting snatched away by some pesky aquatic monstrosity. That quashed any appetite to attempt it rather quickly.

"Oh, hey Freyd!" Dingo waved as he spotted the Whisper's approach to the edge of the mega slime farm. It was little more than an overgrown low point at the back of the monastery they all called home, nearly constantly obscured by the thick fog that permeated floor thirteen. Beside his meek and unfocused apprentice was another man, this one and NPC. "Meet Nemo." As if that was supposed to explain everything. Freyd raised an eyebrow and glanced at the newcomer. "Oh, uh... hello. I was just mentioning to Dingo here, that your pond as a special connection, here, where it touches th

From: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/15355-housing-evaluation/?do=findComment&comment=625457 House Name: The Liminal Blind Location: F13 - Angel's Point [Built into/below a ruined monastery at the edge of town] Description: Most of what is built remains unfinished, a nod to the owner, and how most of the space provided is unnecessary. Rooms with no fixtures or place to rest, left barren for they serve no purpose. It is a strange contrast that something so large could be left so plain. when walking the halls one room may be empty while another is stocked to the hilt. Plot Size:

"FREYD! Och, thank goodness ye'r alive! how come did ye hae tae gang 'n' mak' us hawp otherwise, ye eejit!" Quip's squat, but brawny figure had him in a bear hug almost instantly the moment he arrived on the grounds of his shop. Blond hair, thick and coarse like straw, pressed itself against the underside of his chin, even as her hefty middle threatened to suffocate him. "Yes, yes, I'm fine, Quip. Relax! Please, at least just a little? I'm not as tough as I once was." Stepping back, she quickly matted down her weathered apron and set a fist on either hip as she glared at him with

Custom Sword Art for consideration: [x15 AoE Stun] Bo Staff Spin (14 Energy +2 per target hit) - Spinning the weapon at furious speed builds power even as it mesmerizes and unbalances opponents, ultimately unleashing a barrage of rapid strikes that overwhelms opponents within reach. Cooldown: 3 Turns Restriction: can only be learned by characters with R5 Warhammer or Assault Spear

Custom Skill for consideration: Custom Skill: Shades of the Gemini [Add-on to Disguise] Requirement: Must have access to the Disguise Extra Skill, and have killed at least 100 Gemini. Gleaned from extensive study of the Gemini, the Player learns to modify his own appearance and grant limited autonomy to his shadow, imbuing it with instruction and enabling it to appear as a duplicate of himself that can act independently. This shade can also divide itself into multiple further copies. While not able to attack in any way, these duplicitous shadows serve as ongoing distractions dur

Re-rolls on two items:

Re-rolling: Reaper’s Regret (T4 Perfect Weapon (WH) - Fallen 1, Bleed 1, Para 1 Acquisition ID [165950a] | Roll ID: 166976, 166977, 166978 A wicked-looking spiked blade meant to deal grievous injury for any it does not slay outright. Bleed 1 slot Roll #1 | ID #187607 | BD:7 | CD:9 | LD:16 | Results: Damage or Accuracy Roll #2 | ID #187608 | BD:9 | CD:2 | LD:19 | Results: Damage or Accuracy Roll #3 | ID #187609 | BD:2 | CD:11 | LD:12 | Results: Bleed or Paralyze Roll #4 | ID #187610 | BD:6 | CD:12 | LD:11 | Results: Bleed or Paralyze Roll #5 | ID #187611 | BD:1 | CD:4

Freyd looked at her, as if wondering the same thing. He had no need to. It was hardly like him to pick up stray puppies and feel obliged to care for them. There were plenty of others around who would normally default to such an approach, yet they would likely recoil from this woman. She wore her darkness on the outside. Maybe that alone was the reason. "Because no one expects that I would or should, especially you." His words were delivered plainly, without mirth or sarcasm. It was simple, honest truth. "And, because I see a great deal of myself reflected in you. I just kept the

"Kasumi?" Freyd's voice wavered as he entered the small shop, so harmoniously settled in the local landscape of the High Fields of Crossing. He couldn't recall ever having been here before, but everything seemed hazy since the raid. The store certainly mimicked its owner, in the same way that pets so often do. "I have a, umm... request." This was damned awkward. He'd been stewing on how best to word his commission for weeks and still didn't feel the slightest bit confident about it. Ultimately, he just wrote it down. Seeing no one present, Freyd summoned his slip and placed it si

Freyd's entered the shop with a solemn guise beyond even his usual stoic demeanor. He and Griswold barely knew each other, having only quested and met on sparing occasions, but those had left an impression. Gruff as he might be, Freyd could think of no one else he might trust with the task ahead. "Griswold." His tone and bearing immediately conveyed the seriousness of the business at hand. This was no mere barter to be laced with light-hearted banter. The items involved were too dangerous to be treated so casually. "I have a task that needs doing, and it requires a master's to

A note was pinned on the shop door: Setsuna. I trust that you have survived whatever befell the world beyond the raid. Yours is too strong a spirit to be so easily snuffed. Things have changed, and I require your skills as a craftsman, at your earliest convenience. My needs are attached. I will pay whatever price you deem to be fair. Please contact me when you have a chance. We need to catch up, and I feel the need to go fishing again. As always, your summary of news and events during my absence would be most welcome. Big Brother

Current Level: 88 Current SP: 612 (choosing option 1 for post-cap SP) Link to SP Tracking: [link] Item Upgrades: 2.6 | PRE-CONVERSION 3.0 | UPGRADED ITEM #1 Item Name: Samael's Pride Item ID: Acquisition ID [167646c] | Roll ID: 168850, 168851, 168852 Item Tier: T3 Item Type: Weapon (2HSS) Item Rarity: Perfect Item Enhancements: Vamp(Off) 1 | Fallen 1 | Holy 1 Description: Between all good and evil, or light and dark, there is a line drawn by Samael’s pride - a line from which said pr

Character Name: Freyd Character Description: Age: 25 Gender: Male Height: 5’ 11" Eyes: Red Hair: Mousy brown Character Journal [here] Character Name: Vayl Character Description: Age: 30 Gender: Male Height: 6’ 4” Eyes: Pale green Hair: Light brown Character Journal [here] Character Name: Quip Character Description: Age: 26 Gender: Male Height: 5’ 0” Eyes

He did his best to make her comfortable without waking her, though a freight train might have run by and had no effect. It was a matter of principle, he supposed. One blanket bundled over her body, and another under her head. She could charge him with whatever ill intent or lewd action she wanted to later. None of it would be true, though he'd let her rant to save face, if necessary. A small fire provided warmth and security, though the area seemed to be deemed a safe zone. Freyd shared the time with the temple's keeper in silence, the two of them achieving some silent understanding by s

A nodded acknowledgement confirmed her willingness, but he knew that her avatar would fail her. Cardinal enforces his rules, whether players accept it or not. When she slipped, he caught her arm and puller her along without making it obvious. She'd figure out what he was doing, eventually, but exhaustion was obfuscation enough for now. As they crested that last rise, he helped Celeste stand doing only enough to stabilize her. If she fell, he wouldn't catch her. This was a test of will against the system itself. How hard could she push back against Cardinal? He suspected quite a lot. P

Grabbing her hand, he lifted Celeste to the next ledge with minimal effort. Stats make all the difference in a game, after all. She was suffering from their deficit, and clearly at her limit. Good. That would be her fuel. "Every path leads somewhere, even it it's not where you expected. All the fortune cookies say so." His wry grin was back, but there never seemed to be any mockery in it. Eyes that matched her everything held the same intensity of spirit, but tucked within a weave of shadows so tightly bound that they formed a tenebrous wall. "This path" he added, "just happ

"Oi!" The bark came from there rear of the shop, and about twelve inches shorter than Valentine. Its face a freckly and cast beneath straw-like blond hair bound in braids so tight that it risked squeezing the brain inside to excess. "Wust dis all'bout then, eh?" The frumpy, freckled woman was stout, given her diminutive size, with broad shoulders and rough, calloused hands. She quickly picked up the proffered items and gave them a spin to check for wear and defects, practically scowling the entire time. "DINGO!" Her sudden and startling call produce a yelp and crash as Freyd'

Sidling up in his usual spot, Freyd was pleased to hear that Marv had been making friends. Giving the NPC the slightest of taps in the ribs with his elbow provoked no reaction whatsoever, yet Freyd still carried a wry smile as he winked to the guard from his periphery. You old, sly dog. "Oh, you know Marv too, do you? That's fantastic! He's such a popular fellow." There was a hint of uncharacteristically jovial excitement in his voice, though neither Plini nor Astreya would have known how odd a sound it was to have come from Freyd. His mood was more often in keeping with his garb: s

March 28, 2021 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) Consuming: Crafting Respite [171776] Witch's Brew: none Kept: ID Costs: T3 Perfect Items: 26*2000=52000 Accidental double-click: void roll 187101. What a colossal fucking waste of time and effort... Evaluated: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/19579-freyds-evaluatio

March 27, 2021 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) Consuming: Crafting Respite [175037] Witch's Brew: none Kept: ID Costs: 2x T3 Perfect Items (@2,000 col) = 4,000 col 6x T3 Rare Items (@1,440 col) = 8,640 col 4x T2 Perfect Items (@1,200 col) = 4,800 col

Wandering unseen through the pristine streets of the Town of Beginnings, Freyd watched the bustle of daily life buzz all around and felt envious of the blind, banality of routine. The time to make his final ascent had come. He'd be heading to the Settlement of the Iron Fist after making one last stop. Marv deserved a final chat, and he needed a last chance to experience 'normalcy' before diving into the unknown. A charcoal-coloured woolen cowl of exquisite craftsmanship sat limply around his shoulders, rarely removed, yet appropriate in this particular moment. Freyd's guard was rarely lowe

Tracking her reactions from the corner of concealed crimson eyes, Freyd suddenly and deliberately increased the pace, throwing in a little Oscar-inspired reality defiance for good measure. Leaping from rocky ledge to ledge, the Whisper separated from his shadow as the two figures bound and hurtled up the steep slopes of the mountainside. Like a dark helix weaving back and forth, trailing shadow behind them, the two Freyds collided into another pack of unwary mobs. These were some form of angry, mutant goat, judging by the monstrous braying that followed. The damned things were all over the