Freyd

Freyd burst through the open portal, staff in hand and blazing with power, ready to smite whatever was... Nothing. There was nothing going on. Everything in the Town of Beginnings was perfectly normal. Too normal? Nope. Just normal normal. Standing down from his stance, the Whisper stowed whatever half-considered world-ending maneuver he'd just been about to try an unleash, not quite sure how he was actually going to pull it off. At least he could stow that particular problem, for the time being. Figuring out how to nuke a safe zone might eventually be helpful though, so the idea

Leading the descent into a rocky bowl filled with sand, Freyd warned his companion to watch her footing. No skills? Was she nuts, or just stubborn to the point of stupid? This was tantamount to holding your digital breath and hoping Cardinal would cave in to your childish demands. Naive. A sigh released under the guise of being winded by the hike. Pangs of pain throbbing across his temples. He didn't get people who took such delusional approaches to their plight, and it irked him that someone would be so careless with the most precious resource available in the game: their life.

Who the hell put him in charge? Montjoy peered incredulously over towards Baldur. Freyd shrugged at his shadow, passing the gesture off as a chill, despite being able to ignore the effects of the dank and damp sewers they found themselves in. 'Probably himself', Freyd replied to himself, his inner banter off to a quick start at the revelation of the stark underground chamber's limited contents. It was a pretty typical boss room: lots of empty space for movement, assorted macguffins sprinkled liberally far apart to encourage a boost to everyone's daily step count. At least they g

The first wasted zombie warrior fell from the sky only to be treated like an underhand throw softball meeting a bat with the backing of a freight train. Freyd's blow completely disintegrated the mob's remnants, hoovering them up into the sliver of void that was his weapon. The nothingness in his hands still screeching like a banshee, he rolled and snared a second unfortunate red cloak with the same fate, leaving only one more to manage. "So still conflicted/not-conflicted, are we? Isn't that a bit rich, yet wholly appropriate for a therapist? I admire the paradox, but it's going to

"You did the same thing last time, I believe." The cold, monotone voice came suddenly and from immediately behind her. Freyd wondered if he'd get himself stabbed one day, if he kept doing that. The Whisper hadn't changed at all, or so it seemed until he slumped silently into a soft, furr-covered couch opposite to her. A playfully wry grin curled the edge of his lips, which he quickly concealed behind a steam cup of black coffee - one of his only demonstrable vices. The clothes still looked like he'd been in the wilderness for an age and a day, and was at risk of an anaphylaxic reactio

Witnessing Shiina's spectacular spectacular, Freyd's eyes narrowed with suspicion. First Freya, then Eruda, now a sudden display of unrecognizable artistry and power stemming from their resident screwball. It was her expression that truly caught his attention. Beneath the cowl, wheels turned with suspicion, dots touch dots in a revelatory manner as data congealed and combined to peel back another layer on the onion of destiny, or something. A sign and gesture from Sam, who rocked the Slime Kings' many boats simultaneously, shredding the pudding masses into something akin to what a flo

"Oh... that's just... " Freyd's eyes widened at seeing the Slime King split in twain and continue its sloppy excuse for an assault, flames spurting all around as mere contact with Eruda set the twin hims alight. "Alright. Time to do a thing!" Memories of orange hair and bitterness flooded into his consciousness - the very essence of futility despair channeling into his endless, barely-contained hunger sitting in his grasp. Clenching his hands, Freyd deliberately fractured the seal that contained pure void unleashing its destructive energies and the screeching wrath of oblivion. The t

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.