Freyd

Closing out ancient abandoned RP thread with all players' blessing, because why not? Thread Closing Cordelia receives: 1,722 EXP (Word Count [4103/10*6*0.7]) 258 col (0 page [0] + 15% P5 Reward [258]) Freyd receives: 4,018 EXP (Word Count [4103/10*14*0.7]) 602 col (0 page [0] + 15% P5 Reward [602])

Shiina set the tune for the dance to follow, kicking things off with a literal swish of her legs that tipped the thing's tub over and spilled forth a fight. Eruda, bless the passionate flame of her heart, seemed to be struggling against the gelatinous fiends. "Maybe the bucket was full of fire retardant, or something? Don't worry, Firestarter, you'll have your moment!" Star and Wulfrin closed with flanking strikes, and to good effect as each man's blade bit deep into Mega-Jell-O the Magnificent, causing him some significantly disturbing wobbles. "Oh, good. An opening!" Lit

Katoka's compliment struck Freyd harder than any corrective blow, his mouth opening yet void of any form of response. It was a humbling gift, and a role he'd never aspired to achieve. Maybe Raidou actually saw something in me, after all? A solo grinder doesn't consider the benefits and responsibilities of leadership. Their purview and goals revolve around survival and management over their themselves. Thwack! Becoming O&I's captain had already shifted that perspective, at least indirectly, suddenly adding oversight and management of an unpredictable, dynamic resource: peopl

Even his infamous cowl couldn't resist the sheer force of the winds whipping by as the colossus stomped at its own trudging pace across the landscape. At its size, that meant clocking at least forty miles per hour in ground speed. Gods forbid this thing ever take up jogging. Life would only get more difficult if they couldn't cut this massive mob down quickly. Finding a convenient nook in a crevice concealed between the tectonic plates of the thing's thighs, Freyd braced for what he knew was coming. "KAT! GRAB ONTO SOMETHING!" Screaming into a hurricane while suffering

"Hey! Don't look at me. I had dibs," Freyd joked, smirking beneath his suspiciously familiar shades. "But, given how good Mina and Ciela look, I might have to give up my claim, or maybe get something similar for Elora?" Said smirk turned modestly goofy for a moment, an unfamiliar sense of comforting warmth flushing the Whisper's face. "Dude. Leave room for the rest of us." Wulfrin had twenty feet of clear space to either side of him. "I haven't actually sat for a decent fish in a long while. This could be nice." Persi had already oozed from her hiding place and absconded with samp

A nod and smile sent Wulfrin's way while azure eyes beneath his cowl appreciated the fit of his old outfit on his friend. It felt weird, but good weird. "I should probably have mentioned, Wulfrin, to keep eyes on the back of your head. You might not want certain people mistaking you for me, wearing that outfit. If you take a close look at the fabric, you'll find it riddled with black on black bullseyes." A joke, mostly, but also a warning. Freyd's duties kept enemies away from his guildmates, but multiplied them in turn. Spycraft wasn't great for improving relationships, yet somehow he'

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"It's been a very long time." Freyd carried a nostalgic look, smiling wistfully at intruding memories of his earliest adventures. "I spent a long time carting around a blade that had literally fallen out of the sky. Turned out that NIGHT had dropped it while on an upper level and it just happily landed at my feet. Awkward to be found wielding it, later, when we finally, properly met." Following her instructions with reasonable skill, Freyd's stances suffered a bit from lack of use. "Samael's Pride was first formed as a greatsword, later a staff, and now wraps. It might be time for it

Trouble had been brewing in the outskirts of Kalanaes for some time. Little more than rumours, at first, Freyd assumed that it was the usual brand of infighting between rival dark elf factions or perhaps a conflict with a local band of subterranean critters that had taken up local residence. Recent hunts against Ugzeke and other local beasts had found no evidence, until today. Holding a pauldron too large for most players, save perhaps Oscar or someone of similar stature, he spun it in his hands to better explore its markings. "A reptilian hand?" Pressed against the steel with enough

Noting the names on the unexpected invite, Freyd dismissed the treasured black walnut bokken in his hands, allowing its fading form to retreat to his inventory. He'd been practicing hard since he and Katoka began their lessons, keeping to himself in the guild hall's underused dojo. Members of Firm Anima filled their days in the field, unless their passions tied them to their crafts. The latter were also Kiluia's to manage, not his. Operations & Intelligence had its hands full with other duties, including training up a crop of new recruits as agents. He'd been spending what time could

Spiraling up and around the round tunnel walls, Freyd fell like a missile on one of the two remaining slimes, smashing it with a full piledriver dive that sprayed its resulting fractal burst to temporarily brighten the dimly lit sewers. Snaring a stray bone from within his first victim, he flung it a the lone remaining target without much effect. Without system support, he was literally trying to pin Jell-o to the wall and having about as much success as one might expect. "Bah! Never was that good at single targets," he muttered under his breath. "Hang in there, Star and Wulfrin. You

"Goddamn. How is something so dry also so slippery!?" Playing an unhinged game of cat and mouse with the sand shark, Freyd kept missing the thing by a hair's breadth while its jaws had the same luck against him. The other players did what they could, but it was a given that the onus to end this fight rested with him. "Just mind your hate. Terra Firma won't be forgiving if any of you accidentally pull aggro." Bending backwards in a bone-wrenching arch, he barely dodged the thing's latest serrated snap and had to pivot and flip off his left hand as the mob's tail swung wide with

Grimacing in the face of the chaos unfolding around the arena floor, Freyd considered reaching through shadow to try and hold Piasuhon's attention, but the beast was preternaturally fickle. Tanking this thing was a shot in the dark - har, har - and they could ill afford to get less organized than they already were. "Best I can manage is to keep him momentarily disoriented, but he recovers fast!" Charging the rhino unexpectedly, Freyd bought them a moment's reprieve by body slamming the thing, Persi slipping out from beneath his clothes to lend her considerable weight. "That's not

Step 1: Item Evals: 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: 13x T4 Perfect Items (@3040 col) = 39,520 col 13x Reroll #1 (@1000 col) = 13,000 col 13x Reroll #2 (@2000 col) = 26,000 col 13x Reroll #13(@4000 col) = 52,000 col Total Cost: 130,520 col Junking: 10x T4 Perfect Item (@1900) = 19,000 col Convert 4 uniq

Something mewed. Meowed? Was meowing? "What the heck?" A cacophony of cat calls rang our from the surrounding arid plains, swirling about the party like an angry wind. It sounded like a caterwauling coriolus had a hot date with a dust devil leaving behind a litter of illegitimate kitten now hell-bent on revenge. Freyd hadn't realized how literally true that assumption might be. Surging our of the horizon from every direction, whirling dust formed a vortex raining what first seemed like sand down upon them until... *AH-CHOO!* "Wait...is this... cat hair!?" Forming

Closing his eyes and drawing one final breath, he held it, lungs clinging to it like a past life a part of him wasn't yet prepared to leave behind. An imagined hand, caressing the side of his face and lilting nervous laughter rung in his ears. Warmth and passion loosed the tension around his heart, allowing him finally to exhale. Reaching for the dark wood blade, Freyd accepted... no... chose to claim a new fate. Rising on the spot, his feet extending like a scissor lift, he held the bokken aloft with both hands apart. Bowing respectfully to the blade, as well as his sensei, signaled his

"Something like that, I think. Though it may be more up to you than me." Patting on the matted floor next to where he say, Freyd invited his friend to join him. "You've been very open and honest with me about your own recent struggles. It seems only right that I should share alike." She saw him pause, gulping down something difficult, yet intangible, momentarily stuck in his throat. "A long time ago, shortly after Raidou and I first met, we ran through the Scents of the Wilds quest chain, much as you and I have been. We got to know each other a lot better, and soon rea

"Bahahahaha. Gods, I love the smell of burning mobs in the--" *hurk* A sound of sour spitting and fervent nose blowing followed. "Sorry. A bit got up my schnoz, there, for a second." Absolutely slathered into decomposing slime, Freyd look like a total madman, probably due in part to Shiina's influence raging through his digital veins. A tender smile crossed his drooping features as he watched Raidou and Eruda sharing a moment, the surrounding sewers only offering more poignant contrast. Wulfrin and Morningstar were both doing their bro thing, which was also cool. It was

"Oh! Thank you," the Whisper replied, genuinely surprised and unexpectedly touched by Ciela's generous gift. "I'll make sure to share them with friends after we're done here. The swamp air doesn't tend to mix well with pastries, so please forgive me if I store them away for now." Sincerity proved true as his eyes gazed longingly at the tin, before slender fingers banished them to the safety of his inventory. "It's good to see you all again, and nice to have an opportunity to pull Kil out to enjoy... well, it's air, even if perhaps not the freshest." A friendly and familiar nod greete

Sitting akimbo on the padded mats of a sparsely used dojo buried deep within the Cathedral of the Lost, Freyd had been staring at the same simple blade for hours. Set loosely on the ground before him was an ornate wooden bokken of black walnut, crafted by special request from the limbs of a fallen treant down on floor eight. A friend among the elves of Ellesmera had secured the rare materials and one of the local craftsmen had been kind enough to work it into the proper form. Its wrappings still lay scattered all around it. A dozen more, far more weathered than the prize before him, lay cra

"Yes. Climb. Think... uh... well, it's kinda like beating up a mountain, actually. Or, I suppose you could substitute your favourite Kaiju, if you prefer. The point is that we need to hit its weak spots to do any notable damage to something that big. Go for the joints. Stone doesn't like to bend. We can help it break itself apart with selective applications of force." Pausing for bearings, Freyd merely smiled a little smile at her innuendo about Elora, offering nothing concrete, yet hinting that things were also going swimmingly. "We're doing just fine. It's been an adjustment

Papers lay scattered throughout Freyd's office; the mechanism of logistical planning strewn about the room as evidence of an impending raid. Even their sheer volume belied the truth, as tenfold more information hovered in digital format above, invisible save to his own keen eyes. A dozen exhausted saucers stacked three cups high apiece played hide and seek behind and beneath piles, some folded like origami in an effort to alleviate the maddening drudgery of coordinating so many unknowns. Would they have enough tanks? Or the right types? How to mesh fractious personalities and volatile ego

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Folding the memorable clothing with care, Freyd bundles each part of the garb separately, taking extra caution with the cowl. Maybe the time had come for someone else to wear it? He'd been debating a change for some time. This felt like the next necessary step towards that moment. "Wulfrin will need this in the raid." The item itself wasn't anything all that elaborate, save being of demonic quality. But that wasn't the point. It carried legit street cred and recognizability. Handing this over felt like handing off a part of himself, even if he hadn't worn it in some time. But th

"Son of a..." The expression died on his lips, unfinished as Freyd's brain struggling to connect the rest of it with the giant feline that had just bypassed him completely and pounced on Wulfrin instead. The Lion was hurting, but apparently not enough to keep it from being a threat. Lunging towards the beast, he wrapped his arm around its thick neck, earning a face full of shaggy mane for his trouble. It felt like bear-hugging one of those huge carny plushies, except if someone had filled it with lead. Every muscle straining against the giant cat's weight as the Whisper ripped it off