Nightwatcher Boon/Bane (Game)

[NameIess]

50 minutes ago, Enter a username said:

I wish that the two threads would STOP FIGHTING!!!

Granted. They are shut down by the mods, and the years of awesome stories and randomness that is TLT is lost forever.

 

I wish TLT would stay TLT.

[Condensation she/her]

19 hours ago, Eluvianii said:

Granted, that's its own bane. you'll eventually hate it.

I wish I could swim on the ground.

No I won't.

Granted, TLPW will forever hate you.

I wish that TLPW would be ended.

[Truthless of Shinovar he/him]

1 hour ago, Condensation said:

No I won't.

Granted, TLPW will forever hate you.

I wish that TLPW would be ended.

The Nightwatcher shakes her head and points. “Look child,” she says softly. “Do you see it? A thread full of laughter and happiness, a thread where new connections are forged and people come to forget the world for a minute or two. Here, people find a place of rest, where they may act without fear of judgement and disapproval. Acceptance is found in this thread. The beautiful creation crafted by the imaginations of men and women alike, joining together across our tiny sphere, reaching out to interact, discover, create.” 

It’s odd, as you look at the thread that the Nightwatcher is pointing to, you can’t quite make out what the text says. Is it bolded? Then why all the asterisks? But one thing, above everything else, stands out like a beacon of peace to you.

Happiness.

I wish people would see the merits and values of both TLPW and TLT.

[Condensation she/her]

Granted. You don't see the merits and values of either of them.

I wish my cat would get off of my lap, he's making my legs fall asleep.

[Shard of Reading he/him]

Granted he's on your head.

I wish I could get a sheathed nightblood and some form of investiture so I could use it.

[+Hoiditthroughthegrapevine he/him]

3 hours ago, Shard of Reading said:

I wish I could get a sheathed nightblood and some form of investiture so I could use it.

Cultuvation appears and bids the Nightwatcher retire.

"Perfect timing, your wish is granted! It turns out there is an opening to be the new Vessel of the Shard Caution, because, well, the last Vessel wasn't cautious enough. Congratulations, you get the job and now are the new custodian of the single most dangerous entity in the cosmere."

You feel your corporeal form expand and you sense your very being mingling with the matter and substance of the dwarf galaxy known by book loving Terrans as the Cosmere. As your consciousness likewise expands, a sudden gnawing apprehension seizes you. "Oh no, did I leave the oven on?".

Instantaneous vision across time and space reveals that no, you did not leave the oven on. Whew!

Then as the cosmic journey of suffusing matter, will and motion with your divine essence continues you hear a voice in the back of your mind.

"Would you like to destroy some Evil today?"

Instinctively you shudder at the rash absurdity of such a notion, recklessly attacking something you don't even understand. Silly sword.

In your staid, minimally furnished corner office in a high rise in the Spiritual Realm you smile to yourself. Yes, all the pencils in the pencil cup are perfectly sharpened to a 22° point, the papers communicating your divine wishes to the functionaries below you that ensure that your mandate is carried out are all tidily arranged, and atop the pile of papers that have been processed and reviewed sits Nightblood, sheathed and blessedly silent.

With hands clasped behind your back, and your tongue absent-mindedly picking a piece of spinach from your teeth, you think back upon how reckless your wish had been, why if you hadn't become the Cautiously divine entity that you now are you might have used Nightblood as something other than a paperweight.

I wish for a magical paperweight (that can't communicate telepathically.

[Shard of Reading he/him]

4 minutes ago, hoiditthroughthegrapevine said:

Cultuvation appears and bids the Nightwatcher retire.

"Perfect timing, your wish is granted! It turns out there is an opening to be the new Vessel of the Shard Caution, because, well, the last Vessel wasn't cautious enough. Congratulations, you get the job and now are the new custodian of the single most dangerous entity in the cosmere."

You feel your corporeal form expand and you sense your very being mingling with the matter and substance of the dwarf galaxy known by book loving Terrans as the Cosmere. As your consciousness likewise expands, a sudden gnawing apprehension seizes you. "Oh no, did I leave the oven on?".

Instantaneous vision across time and space reveals that no, you did not leave the oven on. Whew!

Then as the cosmic journey of suffusing matter, will and motion with your divine essence continues you hear a voice in the back of your mind.

"Would you like to destroy some Evil today?"

Instinctively you shudder at the rash absurdity of such a notion, recklessly attacking something you don't even understand. Silly sword.

In your staid, minimally furnished corner office in a high rise in the Spiritual Realm you smile to yourself. Yes, all the pencils in the pencil cup are perfectly sharpened to a 22° point, the papers communicating your divine wishes to the functionaries below you that ensure that your mandate is carried out are all tidily arranged, and atop the pile of papers that have been processed and reviewed sits Nightblood, sheathed and blessedly silent.

With hands clasped behind your back, and your tongue absent-mindedly picking a piece of spinach from your teeth, you think back upon how reckless your wish had been, why if you hadn't become the Cautiously divine entity that you now are you might have used Nightblood as something other than a paperweight.

I wish for a magical paperweight (that can't communicate telepathically.

First I want to say that I am really glad you answered my boon because you always make it interesting, and secondly, granted. You now have a +1 paperweight of throwing, and you do all your work on the computer.

I wish for my copy of white sand to get in at the library.

Edited September 10, 2020 by Shard of Reading

[Condensation she/her]

Granted, it's the second book of White Sands.

I wish that my headache would go away.

[Eluvianii he/him]

Ganted. Now you have a toothache.

I wish for the answer.

[Condensation she/her]

Granted, it's not the answer you wanted.

I wish that my RPs would hurry up.

[Shard of Reading he/him]

Granted you now can't keep up.

I wish for your nachos.

[Condensation she/her]

Granted, but it's nacho cheese, you can't have it.

I wish for a beautiful homecoming dress for Mist.

[Shard of Reading he/him]

10 hours ago, Condensation said:

Granted, but it's nacho cheese, you can't have it.

I wish for a beautiful homecoming dress for Mist.

The nightwatcher's brain explodes from the sheer novelty of granting a non-selfish boon. Cultivation gives you a dress and you have now forgotten who it was for.

I wish for a shardhelm. Just a shardhelm.

[Condensation she/her]

Granted, it's too heavy to wear on any part of your body except your foot, it won't come off, and now you walk weird.

I wish I had more flowers.

[Eluvianii he/him]

Granted. You have them growing out of your head as hair. 

I wish for world peace precisely 23 days a year. 

[Condensation she/her]

Granted. The rest of the year is filled with World Wars.

I wish that you guys could see my garden.

[Truthless of Shinovar he/him]

Granted. The Nightwatcher hands you and IPhone and tells you to take pictures, email them to yourself, then post it on the shard. Your bane is that it requires effort.

I wish for just beyond my horizon.

[+Hoiditthroughthegrapevine he/him]

On 9/12/2020 at 2:34 PM, Truthless of Shinovar said:

I wish for just beyond my horizon.

Granted, you're now 2 mm taller. With your added height you get a very real yet imperceptible increase in the distance of your subjectively viewed horizon.

Your bane is that you fart loudly and uncontrollably at the most inopportune times (you have to sit on special acoustic dampening cushions at church, on dates, etc). But over time you gain mastery over your gaseous emissions, and you can modulate the frequency and pitch. So in your later years you accompany the Church Organist on Handel's Messiah, and your rendition of Ode to Joy is known to make the sensitive members of your congregation weep from the sheer beauty of your performance.

I wish someone would pull the Nightwatcher's finger (Answering the deep realmatic mystery, Does her gas glow with Cultivationlight?)

[+Ark1002]

Granted. It does, in fact, glow with Cultivationlight.

Your bane is the fact that it smells HORRIBLE.

 

I wish for great mental capacity.

[Condensation she/her]

Granted, you can only use it when you feel really, really stupid.

I wish that I could be a Knight Radiant.

[Eluvianii he/him]

Granted. Earth is now full of spren so you can be a Knight Radiant. Unfortunately, none of them take an interest in you. 

I wish for more rainy days. 

[+Ark1002]

Granted. Your bane is that it is all acid rain.

I wish for this damned fire and smoke to go away and leave the west coast alone.

[Experience he/him]

Granted. Your bane: You can no longer feel warmth. 

I wish to be less tired even though I don't get enough sleep. 

[+Ark1002]

Granted. Your bane is that you are instead completely addicted to massive doses of caffeine you use to avoid tiredness.

I wish for mollymauk to get resurrected 

[Shard of Reading he/him]

Granted but the nightwatcher has no idea what you are asking for and now you don't either.

I wish I could speak klingon.