Freyd

"Uh, whoever you are, if I hadn't been watching you'd have been flattened into paste back there." Weaving and dodging as he spoke, Freyd slid beneath the right bear's arm as it swung high with one of its big, meaty paws. A long lunge caught caught its partner by surprise, spearing it in the gut with the extended reach of his staff. The farther bear popped like an overinflated balloon. Still in the same crouched stance, Freyd pulled the weapon back with equal force, driving it through the back of its companion. Its shattered digital guts exploded all around them, shower Mina with fadi

Freyd just blinked. Did she just...? "Did you just...?!" Even the bears didn't quite seem sure what to make of her sheer hutzpah. "RAWR* "Ah, crap." One of the two ursines ripped an entire tree out of the ground and tossed it at the pair of them. Freyd braced his staff vertically to block it, shattering the trunk upon impact, spraying him with splinters laced with a crackle of ozone. Both bears were upon him in an instant, mauling his limbs before grabbing his arms and chomping down, their massive, bloody claws raking his limbs at the same time. "Not a tank, eh

"Oh no you don't!" Hoping to cut through one of the nearby shops to close the distance to his quarry, Freyd ran face-first into a school of tasty fish instead. The cookie kind, that is, hanging from lovingly varnished rafters and dotting an assortment of stacked trays strewn all over the place, all in his path. A woman screamed in surprise, launching tray carrying a dozen balls of barely congealed dough high into the air. They, in turn, knocked over several bags of rice flour meant to be safely out of reach. To everyone outside, it looked like some kind of cooking IED had just explod

"A good beginning," Freyd offered, his gaze already on the horizon through the hole Raidou and Freya had just bashed into the tower wall. "But we're not done. With the raid pending, more resources should be collected." Turning to face his companions, the Whisper spoke the name of their target: "Ugzeke" [Scene moves to Floor 23, Underdark] *** Wandering into the darkness beyond the gates of Kalanaes, Freyd led them to the mob's well-established path of travel. He'd killed this particular field boss so many times that few details about it were beyond his awareness. Tracking

It began with an elderly woman renown for quietly tending her flower cart on the edge of Coral's market square; the side nearest the lake, with the best view. Age had its privileges. In the community's view, she had earned it, surviving repeated calamities. Virra always remained the eye at the centre of every storm that crashed through this normally sleepy village. She was its soul - a symbol of sober propriety and serenity. Her composure had endured every manner of conceivable trial, always with poise and dignity. Yet, here she was, her favorite floral kimono barely clinging to her frazz

Grateful that the conversation had moved away from singular focus on the presence of his guild, Freyd gradually eased into his role as their spokesperson. Tactics were a more natural fit for him anyway. He'd been on Calrex's team during the last raid, and knew well how proficient the man was as a fighter. He could fit any role to which he set his mind. The same was also true for the rest. Glancing around at the other players from concealment, behind his tea cup, Freyd could see a pattern emerging. "None of us are confident in the present state of affairs. There's been a lot of chang

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Freyd was... laughing? "Shades of Skalaugh it is, then." The words would mean nothing to Hirru. They weren't meant to, being but a stirring of memories from battles long past. Rushing towards the giant 'link' that was the dead serpent's corpse, he leapt back and forth between the inner faces of the looped titan. Reaching the top, the Whisper flung himself like some sort of hyperactive spider-monkey, catching nothing but air as he sailed from on high straight down upon the beast. Persi released her prize and darted free from the splash zone when she saw the black dot falling from ab

Flicking his wrist, Freyd summoned his weapon, oddly resembling a giant black baton. Six feet of extra reach made a substantial difference. Whirling the thing around with casual ease, holding only one end, a cage of black and white death formed around him, slaughtering any of the witch's minions foolish enough to draw near. A call from above drew his attention. Freya was having fun. The muscles in his jaw relaxed slightly, part of his focus still directed towards targets far distant from this place. Pre-occupation in battle was folly, and he might have stirred from his reverie if that s

A barrage of light, thunder and staccato movement battered their senses as Freyd surged forward, decimating the animated remains of the stones already stung by Hirru's venom. The sound was deafening in cramp quarters, but what should probably have felt like gravel shrapnel raining upon them was closer to confection sugar instead. So finely had the mobs been pulverized that little else was left to waft passed the gathered trio. "Heh. And here I thought I was going easy on them." The Whisper chuckled and patted Hirru on the shoulder as he caught up to their scout. "Thanks for softening

"Uh..." Freyd's eyes shifted. "Yeah. That." Hirru's response would serve as a suitable response. The truth was probably closer to a dozen, or more, but there wasn't much point in revealing that. Freyd practically lived in the damned things and had catalogs full of maps available at his disposal. "Thanks for providing the map, Ariel." Any expenditure of resources on his behalf required acknowledgement. Life was transactional, after all, at least from his perspective. Nothing bothered Freyd more than the notion of being in another's debt. But, given that all would benefit from a du

Silence claimed dominion over the room. Freyd hadn't even qualified to attend the preparatory meeting before joining the front lines against the last floor boss, yet here was NIGHT calling him out for support. She wasn't wrong in her assertions, nor general assumptions, but therein lay the problem. The force fielded against Shadow was full of veterans, confident in their power and yearning for battle. It had been a confrontation for the ages, with the boss's reach extending far beyond the chamber where the fight itself played out. The aftermath of those terrible events still scarred their

As predicted, the two fallen serpents churned and bubbled as they fell, instantly converging into a single pool that rose and regained its form. This time, much, larger than before. "Persi! Now!" Already poised and ready, the little inky blotch of blue-eyed goo rose from the the new serpent's shadow as a flurry of boss-devouring badness finally unleashed. The sinewy creature roared in surprise, squirming and writhing as it struggled to even find its assailant. Freyd, on its far side, pounced in turn, battering it with a series of blows. Pools of silver blood splattered like a d

Fish sailed into the forest, forgotten and abandoned as Freyd turned to focus upon the task at hand. Something behind his eyes spoke to Raidou, informing his fellow captain of concerns to be discussed later and elsewhere. Their kinship in spirit and approach served as the conduit to communicate the essentials without requiring words. Reaching over his head and behind his back, he drew forth his infamous weapon. A shaft of pure darkness, roughly six feet long and wrapped in a sanctified seal of light. Freyd himself wondered what would happen if it ever gave way where he held it. Mos

That one definitely caught his attention. It even raised an eyebrow, all on its own. The iris below dwelled upon the crystal still spinning over her her head, less convinced than ever that it was genuine. Suspicion found fertile ground upon which to plant itself and blossom at a later date. Something was definitely off here, but he lacked the dots to be connected, at least for now. She dismissed those who would dare attempt to define her, yet spoke to him strangely as an equal, but on a level so above his pay scale that he couldn't quite fathom. Fate? Was this woman a self-profess