Freyd

It almost looked like some sort of proto-mob, not quite fully developed or resolved. Even its graphic resolution seemed a bit off. He seemed prepared to dismiss it as insignificant when the blue mask that portended to be its face twisted into a thing of horror and its painted digit-like limbs sought to thrash him. It lacked sufficient, which proved to be a fatal error. A quick and brutal jab from the blunt end of this quarterstaff crashed into the mask, shattering and causing the rest of the mob's form to dissolve upon its demise. Freyd frowned, still a bit confused, until he noted th

Freyd and Quaestor looked at each other, wondering what drug the designer was on when they came up with this one. "They really need to stop with the kiddy stuff," Freyd griped, imagining an endless ream of pseudo-Pokemon cast-offs salvaged from the cutting room floor and repurposed for whatever this thing is meant to be. The mob swung and punched him in the face with its pinky. That was enough. Freyd's weapon swung, making contact and sending the golden figure flying with the force of a freight train, smashing into a tree trunk two dozen feet away. Quaestor just put his hand out to st

"Look," Freyd said. "You saved Quip, Dingo and I back during that thing in Valehaven, when you didn't have to." "I sent you there in the first place," Quaestor replied, laughing heartily. "It seemed only fair to get my butt in gear and help you drag those poor kids out. I'm just glad it worked out." Freyd smiled, nodding, as much to himself as to the bigger man at his side. "As am I, and for everyone. They're getting back on their feet, you know? Quip's got the spark back in her eye, and Dingo's a smarter man than she gives him credit for. He's a thinker and could go far, if p

Freyd tapped the stone with his left as the right re-cast his line. His companion sat and stared in silence for awhile, content to enjoy the pastoral ambience and relaxing atmosphere. Freyd could tell that there was something on his mind, but chose not to push. Fishing was about patience, after all. Finally, Quaestor cleared his throat, staring down to his breastplate when he spoke. "I can't possibly thank you enough for everything you did for Miri, Typhon, Jeeves, and most especially myself. You gave us back lives that were stolen, and thought gone. That's a miracle, Freyd."

Persi tapped at the chest to open it while Freyd and Quaestor conversed on the side. The slightest swish of her tail was all it took for the system to acknowledge contact and unpack the contents. Freyd frowned, noticing the container's pop-up confirming the deposit into his inventory, but kept his main focus on his friend. "Is the Madrigal back up and running? Does this mean you're all going about questing again?" There was a tone of optimistic zeal in Freyd's voice that he had no desire to contain. Quaestor just laughed, raising both palms to temper his eagerness. "Relax! We'r

No sooner had the bobber struck the water and resurfaced, than another treasure box appeared at his side. "Wow. What's the drop rate on these things? It's a damned good thing that they vanish after opening, or we'd be having some practical storage problems." A hearty laugh and barritone voice boomed suddenly off to his left. "Freyd? Is that you?" An older man, at least by SAO standards, approached him. Being in his late twenties put him at the tail end of the pack, compared to most of the player base. Clad in an ancient style of armor that made him look like some sort of h

"Another map!? Does each chest contain one of these things? Not gonna lie... that would be amazing." The box disappeared even as the contents were automatically transferred to his inventory by the system. Already bored by a single instance of repetition, Persi scanned the rest of the rock to determine the best spot to warm herself under the sun, then promptly plopped herself there. A few twists and rolls were inevitably required to help her find the optimal position, because that was always the way of things. Her azure eyes closed, confirming that she had found her perfect spot, leaving

"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