Freyd

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

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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

Eruda's gaze and motions inferred her intent before she even moved. Freyd watched, studying their bulwark as much as the movements of their enemies. Placing herself in harm's way was her choice, and in this case her duty. She was doing what she had to, so that the rest of them could do the same. A link of items in synergy. A bashed doggo head smashed to smithereens on the woman's prickly purity. A grin from the Whisper watching it happen. Then, an opening. Sundering his own form dancing in the myriad shadows cast by the coruscating flames of their enemies, Freyd blended into the pl

Twin warriors materialized on their flanks, cutting at Cerberus' maws in a pincer movement. Freyd smiled at the sight of a plan coming together, and a team honing its skills. It was beautiful to a man who rarely recognized such a thing from an aesthetic perspective. The tank was taking charge. Excellent. This is what he'd been hoping to witness: Eruda devising strategy on the fly, adapting to her circumstances and directing her pieces to achieve her goals. Another crystal cracked and crunched to pieces in his hands. Pulsing ribbons of energy spread from his hands as the powde

Sweeping out of the shadows, carrying a tide of inky blackness behind him, Freyd's weapon slammed into the nearest slime like a hammer on a country fair high striker, ringing its bell as it was sent hurtling across the battlefield to splatter against the tunnel wall. Two more got whomped as he plowed through them, soaking himself in their goo as large segments of their blobby bodies disintegrated. "Urgh... I got fom in my mowff!" A high flip (and spit) saw him sail up into the air and come crashing down upon the sneaky looking slime lingering in the background - the first to have

A slap on the back, in passing, healed some of the rubberized tank's wounds. Freyd slid past on the side opposite her shield and caught doggo's one head on the jaw, smashing teeth into shards and violently forcing a release of his companion in the process. "Don't worry. We've got this. Your healing will kick in momentarily. The crystal I just gave you will help too." Rolling low to the ground, the Whisper seemed to hover in his movements, like denying gravity its due, then raising back up to batter the giant canine's form even further. "Lure it towards that overhang, over t

The probably impropriety of handing a friend a skin-tight rubber suit and telling her to put it on was completely lost on Freyd. He just didn't get it and would have stood there, staring impatiently if Montjoy hadn't chimed and told him to turn around. "Rumour has it that we need to get a certain ability to trigger while fighting Cerberus in order to unlock a particularly useful sword art, especially for tanks. I have access to it myself, perhaps because I'd previously completed the quest?" A dismissive shrug tossed the details from their conversation as unimportant. "You'll want it

Stepping on the hilt to prevent any last minute hijinks, Freyd reached down and pulled the blade out, watching as it dematerialized in his hands. That could only mean one thing. Turning the woman over revealed Nhiks not as a were-rat, but as the human woman she had one been, a growing pulpy red mass staining her blouse and surcoat. A brass medallion fell loose as he did so, bearing the crest of the Galtean navy, now badly worn by shame and defeat, then wracked by an obsession for vengeance. Bending low, Freyd took it in the darkness of his open, gloved hand, his eyes locking with hers

Pressing his fingers to his temples, Freyd's voice fell silent and low, as if he were only speaking to himself. "I really wish you hadn't done that." Nhiks grabbed and drew her serrated cutlass, swinging it high over Freyd's head as she lost her balance and her wits. "DO YOU THINK I CARE WHAT YOU WANT?" Given over to complete, self-destructive impulse, Freyd had to give ground to counter her assault - a commodity that was presently in very short supply. The speed of her attacks was increasing, even as he watched her health bar depleting itself. It was an untenable situa

Crashing like a bowling ball into the second skiff, Freyd's impact scattered most of the occupants like pins, tossing most of them overboard in the process. Only Nhiks and That Guy remained, the latter laughing himself silly at the entire situation. Why did he remind Freyd so much of Oscar? "Wha... What is WRONG with you!? Why can't just die, like everyone else?" Nhiks raged at the insolence of his continued survival. "Yes. Inconceivable," her skeletal companion added, piling insult onto literal injury." The were-rat's face, whirled, ready to tear apart the fool for his audacit

Something was bothering Freyd after his recent outing with Eruda on floor 5. During their sojourn though the desert, they... mostly she... had spent a lot of time chatting. Freyd had listened, analyzed, processed and tucked away for future reference. It figured that the data would spit out its conclusions while he was in the middle of fishing. He always did his best thinking at the pond, and napping. "Darnit... she's gonna need that skill," he muttered to no one in particular. "And her gear is all wrong for the quest that has to be completed to unlock it." A few quick touches dismis

The instant that the last of their rear guard fell, Freyd pounced and cleared the distance. The ship was especially large, even among the many cargo vessels he had witnessed traveling across Ladonia's skies. Airships were definitely the preferred local mode of travel, though he wondered how there weren't more catastrophic accidents. Had the game designers never heard of nine eleven?! Locking eyes with Nhiks as her craft cut loose from the barge, he knew that he would never catch her. The distance was too great. But he'd dealt her and her gang a serious blow today. Maybe he could...

Melee immediately ensued, neither side having been expecting to stumble onto each other in quite so sudden a manner. Freyd danced between his foes, using the web of rigging and debris scattered across the deck to his advantage, all the while trying to close the distance to Nhiks and her escaping cronies. "Seriously? How much are you even getting paid for this? I guarantee you that it isn't worth what you're going to be out after this debacle." "It ain't just about loot, boyo," replied one of the skallywags, bloodshot yellow eyes flaring with fanatical anger. "But you'll learn th

"Lock it behind you. The password is Bazinga. Don't ask." Confusion melted back into grim determination and collective nods of appreciation from the handful that had made it this far. Returned in silent understanding, Freyd resumed his hunt for the last of Nhiks' brood. Persi joined up with him at the far end of the hall, just as the hatch closed and sealed behind him. A few more twists and turns led them to an open deck from which they full extent of the damage could be seen. A long, thick trail of black smoke trailed them from the forward starboard engine, which resembled a helic

"Not good!" Lavi had reached the wheel, which fell off its mount and into her hands when she tried to spin it and stabilize their descent. Tossing the piece of scrap aside, she yanked a wrench the size of Freyd's forearm out of her pocket and grabbed anything and everything available to try and jury rig a solution. "Where were you hiding that?! And why were you not bashing rodent skull in with it earlier?" A spray of orange shards cascaded through the open bridge hatch through which they had entered. Persi was clearly up to the task and likely enjoying herself in the process. La