Freyd

Rank 5 Appraiser (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) Identifications: 1x T4 Perfect Items (@3040 col) = 3,040 col 1x 1st Rerolls (@1,000 col) = 1,000 col Net Cost to Banker: 4,040 col Breaking Down Items for Mystic Essence: Appraisal Rolls (Items:

Freyd gives Rencesvals (for Foyle) Anathema +3 | T4 Perfect Weapon (Projectile) | AA | ACC I | Para I Acquisition ID: 220388b | Roll ID: 246463, 246464, 246465 | Reroll IDs: 246466, 246467, 246468 An exquisite elderwood longbow Source: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/19579-freyds-evaluations/?do=findComment&comment=697938 Perdition's Reach +3 | T4 Perfect Weapon (Projectile) | Burn I | Static I | Fallen I Acquisition ID: 218081b | Roll ID: 246469, 246470, 246471 | Reroll IDs: 246472, 246473, 246474 A recurving longbow made of well-oiled ash, stained to a matte, dull grey

True Light Lantern | [10 Mon] When lit this simple brass lantern burns away shadows and deception, aiding in the connection of blows in the darkness. Negates the effects of low-light. Grants its user's party +1 ACC and +1 LD. A party may only benefit from one True-light Lantern at any given time. ID: 246590

Collected with gratitude.

Item fusion requested: Combine: Mentor’s Pride | T4 Perfect Katana | ID: 238567 | ACC 3 Crafting ID: 238567 A purely decorative piece designed by Wulfrin to commemorate an unbreakable bond. It is a katana, black as the deepest void with a Damascus pattern that mimics a river of lighter greys and blacks. It is outlined all over with golden filigree. In place of the usual mark of Sentinel Armaments is a Phoenix trapped in the coil of a long inky black shadow with two small shards of sapphire. Source: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/19871-f2-r5-appraiser-freyd-aspirations-open/?do=f

Rank 5 Appraiser (Base: BD 10, CD 8+ for unique, 10 identifications per day) +1 to CD from Hermes’ Scale +1 to CD from Deliberate | 244885b +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) Crafting Respite | Dragon's Breath | 174619 Identifications: 25x T4 Perfect Items (@3040 col) = 76,000 col 25x 1st Rerolls (@1,000 col) = 25,000 col 25x 2nd Rerolls (@2,000 col) = 50,000 col 25x 3rd Rerolls (@4,000 col) = 100,000 col Total Cost: 251,000 col due to ban

Peaceful and pastoral as ever, Freyd found no immediate source of trouble. Too easy. "Montjoy?" Nothing. If they're here, I cannot sense them. But something stirs here nonetheless. A grimace in mild irritation. Not exactly useful as tactical analysis went, but hardly surprising. Scanning the wide sweeping valley, Freyd found nothing immediately out of place, save the dearth of players normally pilfering its plenty. Eyes narrowing in search of anomalies, the void had taught him to search for the importance of absence. "No gilded hands. No critters. No fishers or fo

Materialistic | [1 Token] Gain +1 material for one thread when obtaining them from any source. Fortunate | [1 Token] Gain +1 Prosperity for one thread. Stacks with other sources of Prosperity.

Unexpected, not to mention unwelcomed. Staring into the depths of a familiar portal, Freyd had not expected it to be capable of opening on twenty nine. Yet, here it was. Nemo's realm. A dungeon full of plentiful delight and dangers alike, players had been plumbing its nature's infinite treasure since the earliest days. It had changed, over time, and floated between all of Aincrad's know floors, but it presence here and now disturbed more than comforted. "If the Spectral Knights spread into this domain, the could potentially gain access to every floor in the castle." He'd never consi

Head lolling a bit to the side, the mesh of his shoulder still stitching itself back together, Freyd's eyes gazed Sekura's way as she brandished her courage their way. The young woman had certainly done her part - more than most would have managed against such a foe. She deserved kudos for that, which he would happily deliver once this relic was fully dispatched. Speaking of which... "I think it's time, Steve." Looking closely, Freyd swore he could still see a king-shaped outline on the room's western wall, from when their last battle ended. "Shall we continue our efforts to redecorat

Head still buzzing, amber liquid sloshing around the glass re-summoned to do its duty as he foolishly tested the limits of a glitch that left him with an inexplicable condition flashing in the corner of his interface. Freyd was mildly inebriated, at least by his own unreliable assessment. Another sip, flavour full of burning, yet mostly smooth, he clenched his teeth after swallowing it down. Like that might somehow help or something? Elora had been blissfully patient and kind, but bringing home another woman wasn't exactly the sort of thing a partner would ignore, nor should expect to witho

Rank 5 Appraiser (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) Identifications: 1x T4 Perfect Items (@3040 col) = 3,040 col 1x 1st Rerolls (@1,000 col) = 1,000 col Total Cost: 4,040 col Mystic Essence: (Break down to create 3) Identifications

"If you haven't figured it out yet, Amari, I excel at one specific thing: breaking every goddamn rule Cardinal ever made. Bar none. I don't give up. I don't give in. I don't resign myself to fate. Never have. Never will." Unlike hers, his hands were perfectly steady and still has he spoke. How he wanted them to shake sometimes, to feel the pulse beating to the point of bursting from his veins and threatening to shake him apart, but they didn't. It wasn't who and what he was. He'd looked into the dark of his own soul and seen what stared back. They had come to an accord, even made

In a rare moment, Freyd suddenly felt pity for the poor mob, its dignity in tatters. Here stood the vaunted invincible mob of yesteryear, its defenses battered and broken. Surveying the decrepit vestigial form of fallen greatness, it actually felt wrong to tease and taunt it so, even if it was his wont in life. Trash talk was just part of the game, with a long ignoble tradition, much of which he'd heaped upon FTK himself. "You're right, of course," he called back towards Sekura as the king advanced once more, axe held high. So much of his was left exposed and vulnerable, yet the Whisp

Somehow, Morningstar had managed to bring the Knight low. Not quite to ground, mind you. It was somehow still hanging on by a shard, despite their combined efforts. Not eager to steal a kill from a fellow frontliners, their present circumstances hardly afforded such courtesies. On their left, their allied ranks were buckling and called for reinforcements. You could pretty much pick any direction you wanted and their results were slowly turning towards "Something needs to give," Freyd muttered under his breath, glaring down at their nearly-defeated foe. "Might as well start with you,

***plink*** Combat just stopped, both fighters pausing and staring down the the death knight's cod piece with the tiniest of darts sticking out awkwardly and dressing slightly to the left. As one, they both turned to face Sakura, as if in disbelief. Freyd was delighted by the sheer balls of her shot, whereas the King fumed so heavily that his wrapping looked ready to combust with a combination of rage and embarrassment. "Hey, dude. It's all good, and not like you have to worry about blushing. I'm guessing the vital juices haven't flowed in a while. Am I right?" Of course, t

Pride goeth before a fall, and this dude fell hard long ago. Wounded in the only thing keeping him from oblivion's infinite embrace, Steve hefted his only remaining and took a deep and regrettable whiff. "Yeah. Sorry to break it to you, pal, but she's right. You're absolutely rank. Like... make me want to retool my build to fight from a distance kind of rank." Another slice, this time taking up a chuck of desiccated thigh and mostly structural embalming wraps, Freyd kept taking their opponent bit by arduous bit, with a little help from afar. Except, this time the king had been wa

Darts continued to fly from a distance, peppering the undead king with a panoply of paraphernalia sticking out at odd angles. The one embedded in the gaunt fleshy remains of his throat was particularly amusing, bobbing and he stumbled about. Losing that arm had really done a number of his balance. Grinning widely beneath his cowl, Freyd instantly regretted his own cockiness as something grabbed him by the ankle. "What the... ?!" It was the arm, clutching at him despite the severity of its detachment. Throw off rhythm by the sudden grapple, Freyd's swing went wide, barely turning i

Guillotine in hand, Freyd let it fall onto the fallen. The rest was little more than a shimmering pool of shattered shards spreading out all around them as Eledriel and all its corruption was destroyed. A single rare beam of light opened, peering through the clouded sky like a hint of the floor's lost spirit hailing their victory after so much bitter defeat. Moments later, it faded once more. "A job well done, everyone." Grasping each player's hand in turn, Freyd helped them find their footing, as he'd done with their morale throughout the day's effort. "Drink are on the house tonigh

Black blade arching high and backlit by the haze of sun somehow filtering through miasmic clouds for the moment, Freyd slashed Veritas straight along the creature's spine, leaving a ghastly red tear along the avatar's mesh. When the angel whirled and reeled, it felt his meathook wrap around its neck and yank hard, smashing its marred perfection hard into the Whisper's plate-covered knee with a sickening crunch. Chain retracted, purpose served, Freyd curb stomped the fallen angel for good measure. "That one's for all the people on this floor," he added, stepping back to avoid its wildly

"I would have liked to have been on this floor when everything happened. Not that I could have done anything, but it's nice to dream that it might have been possible. So much was lost." Taking in the worn, fog-slick white stone of Angel Point's few remaining buildings, and many ruins beyond. Freyd had called this place home for many years - a place away from any interest, forgotten to the tragic wake of its own demise. Was it truly saved, or just prevented from reaching a deeper, more infernal layer of hell? "Eladriel keeps to a series of battlements to the east, possibly the site of

Stepping in to seal the deal, Freyd's blade struck true, cleaving the bird's left wing from the rest of its body, both halves tumbling ignobly to the ground. Cawing mutely as its fractured form withered back to nothingness, integrity lost and fading to nothing more than desiccating fractal shards, the surrounding players guarded themselves, wary of another potential burst. None came. The mob was truly and fully defeated. "Nicely done. Good effort on the part of all. I'd say your coordination and timing is improving. Our last foe will test you further, putting together everything we'

The last thing anyone expected, least of all the pheonix, was to see a purplish ball of tentacles come sailing at it through the air in a tizzy of hugs and fart giggles. Freyd had tossed his familiar at the boss, figuring Reliq could face-hug it into apoplexy while the rest of them closed ranks and pummeled the poor thing into pieces. Cruel, perhaps, but oddly effective. Sidestepping the indigo face-suckers squelching form, Freyd found enough feather to take a stab at and deliver some damage. A shrill whistle call the mimic back to him, exposing a frantic-looking bird that had only jus

"This one moves around a lot more than the others we've hunted today. It prefers the hottest, least approachable habitats, often accessible only by air. The phoenix is smart, though somewhat fragile." Having already caught sight of their quarry via shadow, it was now just a matter of marrying eclectic perspectives together with visible landmarks in order to guide them toward their goal. "Foyle, stand ready. We might need you to incapacitate it if it tries to flee or outmaneuver us. Jeeves is the backup, his range being more limited. Ren and I pounce and tear its feathery heart out a

"Next one's up on five," Freyd reminded, reaching out his hand to Ren and instructing the others to link theirs as well. "We're taking a bit of a shortcut to get there, so brace your breath and do not let go of each other under any circumstances." Peeling back reality's veneer, Freyd slipped beneath the world and through the absent void behind all things. They rest followed, more by default than choice, chilled and terrified at their first glimpsed of total nothingness. A wall of heat suddenly assaulted them, cold mountainous surroundings replaced by the orange and red sandstone of For