Full Cosmere Restarted RP: PHASE 2

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

On 7/7/2025 at 8:53 PM, CoderDrag0n8 said:

Uhhh if you backwarded the name for my planet, you might get something interesting... (my planets name might be Yrots)

Alorian sounds cool

On 7/7/2025 at 9:13 PM, CoderDrag0n8 said:

On second thought, I will be naming it Uviab

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Alright, then. I’ll murder some more words tonight, and name my planet something in-theme. 

Invention examined their system, relatively pleased. 

On 7/8/2025 at 12:50 PM, Ashkaloda said:

As she weighed both options, Anibelmeth eventually came to a conclusion. She had to do that which was best for the people. All the people, not just her own. And so, leaving an aspect of herself to speak with Encephelous, she appeared before Whimsy and Invention. 

@Denisimo @Dragonheir

"I will join you. But the plan needs to change." 

14 hours ago, Denisimo said:

Whimsy stares at the 2 shards manifesting before him. Mercy, suprisingly, seemed bent on attacking. Invention too, had stated diplomacy was not his strong suit, and Valor was alredy preparing for a clash.
Whimsy burps a couple times while considering the mechanics of a shard-clashing.
 

He begins doing backstrokes in the void, though there was no up or down, as he gazed into the stars, seeing chickens dancing among the expance of space.
He makes a flateulent noise, and bolts upright. He immediatly dives forwards, knocking MErcy's and Invention's projections off their technically incorporeal feet. He flies past them, leaving their projections windmilling about in space for a moment, and stops, using his shardic abilities to look forward; light-years ahead, he saw Virtuosity, still fueling the Supergiant, which was looking dangerously close to supernova.
"All this," he said in a falcetto voice, "to find the dawnshards?"
He breifly turns into mickey mouse, before returning to his human manifestation.
He begins to consider. 
He has made up his mind.
He turns around, looking at Invention and Mercy behind him.
"I think we need to speak to Valour", he murmurs to them.

Invention sighed, for many reasons. “I would prefer not to get more involved, but I agree that it seems necessary. Both Valor, and sadly combat.” 

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

1 minute ago, Dragonheir said:

Invention examined their system, relatively pleased. 

Invention sighed, for many reasons. “I would prefer not to get more involved, but I agree that it seems necessary. Both Valor, and sadly combat.” 

Why is Combat neccassary?

[al_lan_mandragoran]

I, Honour, and Gadris, the Vessel of Autonomy, drifted in the cold void of space, close to a small yellow star. In the distance, power still pulsed through the Spiritual Realm, from Virtuosity's abominable actions. My power writhed, yearning to fight against him, but I controlled myself. 
This is more important, I told my power. There is more trouble to be faced than just Virtuosity, and the work we are about to do will be the first step toward defending the Cosmere. 
COME, I transmitted to Gadris. LET US BEGIN, AND BUILD OURSELVES A PLANET. 
YES, he replied. LET US BEGIN.

A surge of power built up in both me and in Gadris, and burst forth into the space in front of us. Pure investiture coalesced into a solid sphere of gleaming metal that swirled blue and crimson.
That done, I formed for myself a body, not really knowing why, just that it felt right. Beside me, Gadris did the same.

I stretched out my hand towards the sphere, and a second blast of power encompassed the sphere in soil and hard, unyielding rock. My power appreciated that. 
Gadris then touched the partially formed planet, bringing forth strong and untameable rivers of fire that flowed through the rocky crust.
I stretched out my hand a second time and filled the open basins of the earth with water, the steady flowing rivers likewise.
Gadris touched our creation again, and created for it an atmosphere - air filling the space close to the earth's surface and making a breathable environment. Winds, also were formed, blowing across the face of the planet, beholden to no one and nothing.

IT IS GOOD, I declared to Gadris. ALL IT LACKS IS LIFE.
His avatar nodded. THEN LET US CREATE LIFE.

With a wave of my hand, plants sprang up across the face of the planet. Trees, modelled after the ones on Yolen, formed broad forests as if they had been there for centuries. Birds filled the air at Gadris's command, swooping and soaring in the wind. Animals, and all manner of creatures occupied the forests. Fish, and all sea creatures followed after.

AND NOW, Gadris said, as we surveyed the planet and all its occupants, NOW WE MUST MAKE MAN.
YES. IT IS TIME.
As in the first instance, a surge of power built up and then was released, but this time, instead of forming separate parts of a whole, the two powers combined and formed a thick mist that shrouded a clifftop by the sea. For a few tense moments, neither I, nor Gadris spoke. Then the mist collapsed in on itself, and vanished. In its place, stood a small crowd of humans, of differing heights, builds and colouring. 

I, Honour, and Gadris, Vessel of Autonomy, watched our creation for a time, as the humans on the clifftop slowly began to wake and view the world in which they found themselves. Then, deeming that the time was right, we formed for ourselves bodies and stepped out in the midst of our people; I in my robes of Justice and Equity, and Gadris in a simple cloak and tunic, his auburn hair and beard immaculately groomed.
The humans fell to their knees as soon as they saw us, fearful of the incredible power that we both radiated.
RISE, Gadris commanded them, and they did, on shaky legs and with frightened expressions. 
YOU ARE OUR CREATION, Gadris told them,  AND WE ARE YOUR GODS.

@SpartanBrigade

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What do you think?

 

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

6 minutes ago, al_lan_mandragoran said:

I, Honour, and Gadris, the Vessel of Autonomy, drifted in the cold void of space, close to a small yellow star. In the distance, power still pulsed through the Spiritual Realm, from Virtuosity's abominable actions. My power writhed, yearning to fight against him, but I controlled myself. 
This is more important, I told my power. There is more trouble to be faced than just Virtuosity, and the work we are about to do will be the first step toward defending the Cosmere. 
COME, I transmitted to Gadris. LET US BEGIN, AND BUILD OURSELVES A PLANET. 
YES, he replied. LET US BEGIN.

A surge of power built up in both me and in Gadris, and burst forth into the space in front of us. Pure investiture coalesced into a solid sphere of gleaming metal that swirled blue and crimson.
That done, I formed for myself a body, not really knowing why, just that it felt right. Beside me, Gadris did the same.

I stretched out my hand towards the sphere, and a second blast of power encompassed the sphere in soil and hard, unyielding rock. My power appreciated that. 
Gadris then touched the partially formed planet, bringing forth strong and untameable rivers of fire that flowed through the rocky crust.
I stretched out my hand a second time and filled the open basins of the earth with water, the steady flowing rivers likewise.
Gadris touched our creation again, and created for it an atmosphere - air filling the space close to the earth's surface and making a breathable environment. Winds, also were formed, blowing across the face of the planet, beholden to no one and nothing.

IT IS GOOD, I declared to Gadris. ALL IT LACKS IS LIFE.
His avatar nodded. THEN LET US CREATE LIFE.

With a wave of my hand, plants sprang up across the face of the planet. Trees, modelled after the ones on Yolen, formed broad forests as if they had been there for centuries. Birds filled the air at Gadris's command, swooping and soaring in the wind. Animals, and all manner of creatures occupied the forests. Fish, and all sea creatures followed after.

AND NOW, Gadris said, as we surveyed the planet and all its occupants, NOW WE MUST MAKE MAN.
YES. IT IS TIME.
As in the first instance, a surge of power built up and then was released, but this time, instead of forming separate parts of a whole, the two powers combined and formed a thick mist that shrouded a clifftop by the sea. For a few tense moments, neither I, nor Gadris spoke. Then the mist collapsed in on itself, and vanished. In its place, stood a small crowd of humans, of differing heights, builds and colouring. 

I, Honour, and Gadris, Vessel of Autonomy, watched our creation for a time, as the humans on the clifftop slowly began to wake and view the world in which they found themselves. Then, deeming that the time was right, we formed for ourselves bodies and stepped out in the midst of our people; I in my robes of Justice and Equity, and Gadris in a simple cloak and tunic, his auburn hair and beard immaculately groomed.
The humans fell to their knees as soon as they saw us, fearful of the incredible power that we both radiated.
RISE, Gadris commanded them, and they did, on shaky legs and with frightened expressions. 
YOU ARE OUR CREATION, Gadris told them,  AND WE ARE YOUR GODS.

@SpartanBrigade

 

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@CoderDrag0n8@IcedOutPenguin@ThatOneWorldhopper@SpartanBrigade@ChickenBonanza@Ashkaloda@.....@Dragonheir@Argenti@Tinwatcher@SpiritOfWrath@al_lan_mandragoran@Through The Living Glass@Denisimo

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Anyone wish to do anything before the supernova? This is the last warning.

 

Edited July 10, 2025 by KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren

[Argenti he/him]

6 hours ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren said:

 

@CoderDrag0n8@IcedOutPenguin@ThatOneWorldhopper@SpartanBrigade@ChickenBonanza@Ashkaloda@.....@Dragonheir@Argenti@Tinwatcher@SpiritOfWrath@al_lan_mandragoran@Through The Living Glass@Denisimo

 

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FIRE IN THE HOLE

 

[Denissimo He/him]

6 hours ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren said:

 

@CoderDrag0n8@IcedOutPenguin@ThatOneWorldhopper@SpartanBrigade@ChickenBonanza@Ashkaloda@.....@Dragonheir@Argenti@Tinwatcher@SpiritOfWrath@al_lan_mandragoran@Through The Living Glass@Denisimo

 

Whimsy gazed into the distance, his ADHD mind wrenching him away from the conversation he had started. Behind him floated Valor, Mercy, and Invention.
The star was about to blow. Virtuosity's avatar would be created, and the Dawnshards would cease to be hidden. They were too late.
He giggles and twirls in the vacuum of space. "Oooooh, what fun", he murmurs.
He yodels so loud all of the cosmere can hear, then shouts "ALLONS'Y!"

1 minute ago, Argenti said:

 

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Thanks for gettin' things moving, albiet by potentially destroyng large portions of the cosmere.

 

[Argenti he/him]

1 minute ago, Denisimo said:

Whimsy gazed into the distance, his ADHD mind wrenching him away from the conversation he had started. Behind him floated Valor, Mercy, and Invention.
The star was about to blow. Virtuosity's avatar would be created, and the Dawnshards would cease to be hidden. They were too late.
He giggles and twirls in the vacuum of space. "Oooooh, what fun", he murmurs.
He yodels so loud all of the cosmere can hear, then shouts "ALLONS'Y!"

 

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Hehe.

 

[Denissimo He/him]

1 minute ago, Argenti said:

 

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Yes, we have some interesting events to come >:)

 

[Argenti he/him]

Just now, Denisimo said:

 

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You have no idea.

 

[Denissimo He/him]

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Can't belive that when I did a tag search, this RP is the only one with "sentient black hole avatars" as a tag:

 

Just now, Argenti said:

 

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I mean, a big thing with Whimsy is his vessel, Sudowoodoo was already a goofball befor; so whimsy like amped it wayyyyy up so this bro basically had ADHD, Dyslexia, Autism... you name it, the bro is barely sentient in his wackball world. So... kinda incapable of plans, lol, so everyone else had like a plnet while whimsy is pretty much going to be doing whatever fist pops into my head when I open the rp.

 

[Argenti he/him]

5 minutes ago, Denisimo said:

 

 

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Honestly I did assume Whimsy would be wholly incapable of long term planing. I bet his future sight is very bad, like as bad if not worse than Ruin's.

 

Edited July 10, 2025 by Argenti

[Denissimo He/him]

Just now, Argenti said:

 

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Heh, yeah you are completely correct. BUT I think it would be cool to have random moments of clarity, kinda like Taravangian, as Whimsy is unstable.

 

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

8 minutes ago, Denisimo said:

 

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Yes, Whimsy will predict the next 100 billion years when you least expect it

 

[SpartanBrigade He/Him]

9 hours ago, al_lan_mandragoran said:

I, Honour, and Gadris, the Vessel of Autonomy, drifted in the cold void of space, close to a small yellow star. In the distance, power still pulsed through the Spiritual Realm, from Virtuosity's abominable actions. My power writhed, yearning to fight against him, but I controlled myself. 
This is more important, I told my power. There is more trouble to be faced than just Virtuosity, and the work we are about to do will be the first step toward defending the Cosmere. 
COME, I transmitted to Gadris. LET US BEGIN, AND BUILD OURSELVES A PLANET. 
YES, he replied. LET US BEGIN.

A surge of power built up in both me and in Gadris, and burst forth into the space in front of us. Pure investiture coalesced into a solid sphere of gleaming metal that swirled blue and crimson.
That done, I formed for myself a body, not really knowing why, just that it felt right. Beside me, Gadris did the same.

I stretched out my hand towards the sphere, and a second blast of power encompassed the sphere in soil and hard, unyielding rock. My power appreciated that. 
Gadris then touched the partially formed planet, bringing forth strong and untameable rivers of fire that flowed through the rocky crust.
I stretched out my hand a second time and filled the open basins of the earth with water, the steady flowing rivers likewise.
Gadris touched our creation again, and created for it an atmosphere - air filling the space close to the earth's surface and making a breathable environment. Winds, also were formed, blowing across the face of the planet, beholden to no one and nothing.

IT IS GOOD, I declared to Gadris. ALL IT LACKS IS LIFE.
His avatar nodded. THEN LET US CREATE LIFE.

With a wave of my hand, plants sprang up across the face of the planet. Trees, modelled after the ones on Yolen, formed broad forests as if they had been there for centuries. Birds filled the air at Gadris's command, swooping and soaring in the wind. Animals, and all manner of creatures occupied the forests. Fish, and all sea creatures followed after.

AND NOW, Gadris said, as we surveyed the planet and all its occupants, NOW WE MUST MAKE MAN.
YES. IT IS TIME.
As in the first instance, a surge of power built up and then was released, but this time, instead of forming separate parts of a whole, the two powers combined and formed a thick mist that shrouded a clifftop by the sea. For a few tense moments, neither I, nor Gadris spoke. Then the mist collapsed in on itself, and vanished. In its place, stood a small crowd of humans, of differing heights, builds and colouring. 

I, Honour, and Gadris, Vessel of Autonomy, watched our creation for a time, as the humans on the clifftop slowly began to wake and view the world in which they found themselves. Then, deeming that the time was right, we formed for ourselves bodies and stepped out in the midst of our people; I in my robes of Justice and Equity, and Gadris in a simple cloak and tunic, his auburn hair and beard immaculately groomed.
The humans fell to their knees as soon as they saw us, fearful of the incredible power that we both radiated.
RISE, Gadris commanded them, and they did, on shaky legs and with frightened expressions. 
YOU ARE OUR CREATION, Gadris told them,  AND WE ARE YOUR GODS.

@SpartanBrigade

 

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Looking good thanks man

 

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

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FIRE IN THE HOLE

 

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

15 hours ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren said:

 

@CoderDrag0n8@IcedOutPenguin@ThatOneWorldhopper@SpartanBrigade@ChickenBonanza@Ashkaloda@.....@Dragonheir@Argenti@Tinwatcher@SpiritOfWrath@al_lan_mandragoran@Through The Living Glass@Denisimo

 

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Go ahead

 

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

@ThatOneWorldhopper

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Where are you? Are you somewhere around Taldain?

 

[Argenti he/him]

On 7/8/2025 at 11:41 PM, ThatOneWorldhopper said:

Valor attacked.

He pressed his essence against the artful Virtuosity's, while still pleading for aid.

The power purred.

On 6/28/2025 at 11:36 PM, ThatOneWorldhopper said:

Valor shifted his consciousness away from his planet. He would finish his creation later.

For now, he sensed a… disquiet. There!

Virtuosity, locked in its creation, was Investing a star? 

That can't be! Even I realize that would make it go supern… 

Oh.

Valor felt the dangers. This couldn't happen! It could destroy the cosmere!

He moved toward her star, then surrounded her with his swirling, blue-grey cloud of power.

His voice boomed out, louder than he expected. He hadn't talked in this form yet.

"STOP."

"WHAT YOU DO HERE IS UNACCEPTABLE. YOU WILL KILL US ALL. I AM VALOR, BRAVERY IN BATTLE. I FEAR NOT A BARTLE BETWEEN US, ONLY THE POSSIBLE REPERCUSSIONS. IF YOU PERSIST IN THIS COURSE, I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO END IT."

 

2 minutes ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren said:

@ThatOneWorldhopper

 

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In taldain in everyway that matters to a shard, I believe 

 

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

4 minutes ago, Argenti said:

 

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Right.

Um... you can post it now.

 

[Argenti he/him]

The Power of Virtosity turns towards Valor's foolish strike and smiles.
You seek to stop me? Fool. It is already DONE.
⅄on sǝǝʞ ʇo sʇod ɯǝ¿ Ⅎool˙ Iʇ ᴉs ɐlɹǝɐpʎ pONƎ˙

His voice echoes through the cosmere, and on his command, the power burrows into the heart of the sun, chunks of Alphium forming in its core—the twin halves forced together by immense forces, burning white-hot instead of their typical hues, pushing desperately at the bounds of the star. All together, this mass of investiture sends ripples through the star's substrate. At its core, the three realms merge, shooting waves of heat and investiture into the cognitive realm. Throughout the cosmere, those sensitive to that realm's permutations hear the keening of metal grinding against obsidian, as a warning for what is to come. Tiny souls are forged in the heart of the star that will grow into their own. Virtuosity utters a Command to the investiture, loaded with the intent and will of a god.

SEEK.
SƎƎʞ˙

The SuperGiant shivers as the forces in its core slow just barely enough to disturb the delicate balance that kept it intact. With a laugh and a grin, Virtuosity let it happen. And it will be beautiful. 

For a moment, and just a moment, the star went eerily, unnaturally, still. Time seemed to slow, as if the cosmere itself was taking a breath. Then, with a soundless scream that rippled across the three realms, the star collapsed. 

The star collapses inward, crushed by the weight of its own gravity, investiture, matter, and energy being forced into a smaller and smaller point—Singularity.

A heartbeat later, violence erupts. Splendorlight erupts in all three realms, carrying with it bursts of stellar matter, exotic radiation, and Alphium chunks that split and twist around their twin.  A bloom of Virtuosity's investiture floods the three realms, traveling faster than light ever should, riding ripples in the spiritual, creating great clouds of riotous color. Valor has no hope to stand against forces of this magnitude- they tear through his clouds as easily as planets. Throughout the cosmere, skies go alight with Cyan, Magenta, and Crimson, dancing and turning night into day. The worlds where life dwells without something to protect them are annihilated instantly when the wave strikes, their souls joining the screaming flood, their bodies ceasing to be in the flash brighter than their suns, a single command pouring through their flayed minds. 

SEEK.
SƎƎʞ˙

They cling to shardworlds, to shards, to aethers, to any chunk of investiture they can get their hands on, seeking desperately. The souls sigh as their minds evaporate like water from the griddle, passing blissfully into the beyond. Virtuosity will not hold them captive. He is not cruel. Their investiture, though... The worlds with protection are battered by foreign Investiture, chunks of Alphium spiraling downwards towards the surface, some slowing as they approach the earth, others speeding up. The investiture sinks into the worlds, integrating itself into the water and air, so unless it's Gods wishes to start again, they must abide it. Largely unnoticeable amongst the barrage, 13 pairs of twin souls land on worlds that are already made, and lay in wait for those that are not, be they scoured or not. They are seeds that will grow into something extraordinary.

Clouds of investiture fill the space between planets, having sought as their master commanded, now drifting unmoored, without a command. Some collapse, others maintain their gasious state.

Meanwhile, back in Taldain, the core continues to collapse, drawing in matter and investiture inward. Gravity grows stronger, and the perpendicularity grows larger, until the collapsing core, too dense and too massive, passes a point of no return. No force could stop it now, not the supernova, maybe not even a shard. 

There's a rip, and the barrier between realms first buckles, then cracks, then, most dangerous of all, ceases to be. In an act greater than a perpendicularity, three realms become one in Taldain, and the life that had managed to survive the barrage (For virtuosity did save some), find themselves adrift in a sea of investiture, floating on the remains of their broken world, moored only by thought and their own will. Virtuosity's Godhood is strange here. The power is… slippery, and the world seems. 

But at the center of this wound lies a blister, and there the fracture point itself begins to come alive. An avatar, a splinter, a perpendicularity, the remnants of a dead star - all these terms fail to encompass its nature. And like any newborn, it's hungry.

Virtuosity holds it in his 4 arms, and coaxes it into awareness, murmuring into its ear his plots.

When the others seek to strike him down, they will find a trap.

And thus amongst the chaos, Virtuosity flees, lost amongst the splinters of himself. 
 

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Imagine the broken space in taldain as STORMLIGHT
 

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That vision space where Rayse was killed by nightblood.

Valor- you could die here.

 

 

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

2 minutes ago, Argenti said:

The Power of Virtosity turns towards Valor's foolish strike and smiles.
You seek to stop me? Fool. It is already DONE.
⅄on sǝǝʞ ʇo sʇod ɯǝ¿ Ⅎool˙ Iʇ ᴉs ɐlɹǝɐpʎ pONƎ˙

His voice echoes through the cosmere, and on his command, the power burrows into the heart of the sun, chunks of Alphium forming in its core—the twin halves forced together by immense forces, burning white-hot instead of their typical hues, pushing desperately at the bounds of the star. All together, this mass of investiture sends ripples through the star's substrate. At its core, the three realms merge, shooting waves of heat and investiture into the cognitive realm. Throughout the cosmere, those sensitive to that realm's permutations hear the keening of metal grinding against obsidian, as a warning for what is to come. Tiny souls are forged in the heart of the star that will grow into their own. Virtuosity utters a Command to the investiture, loaded with the intent and will of a god.

SEEK.
SƎƎʞ˙

The SuperGiant shivers as the forces in its core slow just barely enough to disturb the delicate balance that kept it intact. With a laugh and a grin, Virtuosity let it happen. And it will be beautiful. 

For a moment, and just a moment, the star went eerily, unnaturally, still. Time seemed to slow, as if the cosmere itself was taking a breath. Then, with a soundless scream that rippled across the three realms, the star collapsed. 

The star collapses inward, crushed by the weight of its own gravity, investiture, matter, and energy being forced into a smaller and smaller point—Singularity.

A heartbeat later, violence erupts. Splendorlight erupts in all three realms, carrying with it bursts of stellar matter, exotic radiation, and Alphium chunks that split and twist around their twin.  A bloom of Virtuosity's investiture floods the three realms, traveling faster than light ever should, riding ripples in the spiritual, creating great clouds of riotous color. Valor has no hope to stand against forces of this magnitude- they tear through his clouds as easily as planets. Throughout the cosmere, skies go alight with Cyan, Magenta, and Crimson, dancing and turning night into day. The worlds where life dwells without something to protect them are annihilated instantly when the wave strikes, their souls joining the screaming flood, their bodies ceasing to be in the flash brighter than their suns, a single command pouring through their flayed minds. 

SEEK.
SƎƎʞ˙

They cling to shardworlds, to shards, to aethers, to any chunk of investiture they can get their hands on, seeking desperately. The souls sigh as their minds evaporate like water from the griddle, passing blissfully into the beyond. Virtuosity will not hold them captive. He is not cruel. Their investiture, though... The worlds with protection are battered by foreign Investiture, chunks of Alphium spiraling downwards towards the surface, some slowing as they approach the earth, others speeding up. The investiture sinks into the worlds, integrating itself into the water and air, so unless it's Gods wishes to start again, they must abide it. Largely unnoticeable amongst the barrage, 13 pairs of twin souls land on worlds that are already made, and lay in wait for those that are not, be they scoured or not. They are seeds that will grow into something extraordinary.

Clouds of investiture fill the space between planets, having sought as their master commanded, now drifting unmoored, without a command. Some collapse, others maintain their gasious state.

Meanwhile, back in Taldain, the core continues to collapse, drawing in matter and investiture inward. Gravity grows stronger, and the perpendicularity grows larger, until the collapsing core, too dense and too massive, passes a point of no return. No force could stop it now, not the supernova, maybe not even a shard. 

There's a rip, and the barrier between realms first buckles, then cracks, then, most dangerous of all, ceases to be. In an act greater than a perpendicularity, three realms become one in Taldain, and the life that had managed to survive the barrage (For virtuosity did save some), find themselves adrift in a sea of investiture, floating on the remains of their broken world, moored only by thought and their own will. Virtuosity's Godhood is strange here. The power is… slippery, and the world seems. 

But at the center of this wound lies a blister, and there the fracture point itself begins to come alive. An avatar, a splinter, a perpendicularity, the remnants of a dead star - all these terms fail to encompass its nature. And like any newborn, it's hungry.

Virtuosity holds it in his 4 arms, and coaxes it into awareness, murmuring into its ear his plots.

When the others seek to strike him down, they will find a trap.

And thus amongst the chaos, Virtuosity flees, lost amongst the splinters of himself. 
 

 

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PHASE 2 IS OVER!

Next things everyone must do while waiting for me to launch the next phase:

• Sort out magic systems if you have a planet
• Figure out your defense.
• Sort out like all the details of your planet (again, if you have one).

It will take me a few days to get the next phase ready, so expect a wait.

Edited July 11, 2025 by KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren

[Argenti he/him]

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Hehe.

I'm shaking things up.

This will give me time to detail my power washing over the worlds.

And some spec bio.

 

 

[Denissimo He/him]

3 hours ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren said:

 

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Can we post our reactions here?

 

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

20 minutes ago, Denisimo said:

 

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To the supernova? 

Hmm...

Alright. But no actions.

 

[Denissimo He/him]

1 hour ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren said:

 

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Alllrighty

Hues of cyan and crimson light up the void as Virtuosity's investiture blasts out throughout the cosmere. Valor's figure is lost in the brightness; whether he survived his attempted assualt is yet to be seen.
Whimsy stares at the colours gliding across the sky, and many expressions pass across his face, all unreadable.
He gazes across a couple hundred lightyears, spotting the result of Virtuosity's supernova; a black hole, rekatively small for now, but growing steadily. Investiture continus washing across the cosmere, lightly sprinkling over every unprotected cosmic entity.
"And so, " He cackles, spinning around in ectasy, "IT BEGINS!"
He continus to twirl, doing the occasional pirhouette. His usually cloudy and unfocused eyes clear and sharpen for just a few moments; his dark brown eyes seeming to gaze farther than normal. 
Eons seem to pass to him, and he seems to droop; tired. Then the shard grabs ahold of him once more, and he spirals back to his normal hysteria.