sentient awakened black hole avatars Full Cosmere Restarted RP: PHASE 3

[Through the Living Hopper He/Him]

1 hour ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

 

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I mean, until we confront the Maw.

 

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

4 minutes ago, ThatOneWorldhopper said:

 

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I don't think the power would like waiting though.

 

[Through the Living Hopper He/Him]

10 minutes ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

 

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I told it why we had to wait. I imagine it listening to me, but a little begrudgingly.

 

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

3 minutes ago, ThatOneWorldhopper said:

 

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Alright.

 

[Argenti he/him]

17 hours ago, ThatOneWorldhopper said:

 

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That might be a while. It's gonna be taking a back seat for a while, just an FYI

 

[ChickenBonanza]

Near everywhere, in this particular series of moments, is flush with the rampant movement of the nefarious runaway energies of a certain kind of kin. Odd movements through odd spaces in a new age of uncertainty. There is an addition, amongst tumultuous many. A sliding of something like the knife which slips through the spaces of unsuspecting ribs.

A short jaunt, this skewering movement. Swift and subtle as the best of backroom backstabbings. Directed towards a location of mild importance and a small subset of attention, filled with a mirage of energies from a myriad of sources, muddied by the mixture of power and motes of the impenetrable. Some of this sector is purer, the intended landing point.

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Note: One’s attentions cannot be truly everywhere at once, but perhaps they happen to be focused upon the here or the there. If one believe a certain Shard would be intently focused upon the space where Roshar once was, or any notable systems close by (such as the Scadrian or the Selish), kindly contact myself or perhaps KSOHS for further appropriate gleanings. (pshaw, what does that guy know about anything? it’s not, like, their job to handle this stuff)

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

On 1/11/2026 at 3:16 PM, Argenti said:

@DragonHeir 

@ThatOneWorldhopper @RoyalBeeMage

Layke watch the supernova approach with no small amount of dread. This would wreck all the interesting things his planet was doing! Except... perhaps new interesting things would occur. The power liked that - watching the leylines cross was interesting, but the activity the supernova would spur was more than sufficient to replace it. And so Invention waited expectantly for the wall of Investiture to crash into his system. 

[Argenti he/him]

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I don't think reason is gonna be back for a while

 

 

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

17 minutes ago, Argenti said:

 

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Yes.

@Hoid the ShardBoy has said he might want to be Reason.

 

[Argenti he/him]

1 hour ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

 

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I'd suggest just letting him make a new character. 

 

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

Just now, Argenti said:

 

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Alright.

 

[ChickenBonanza]

Actions such as his current occupations were newly deemed necessary, to Sant Sommer. So that some semblance of stability could continue to be sought. Never, ever to end. A struggle of infinities; a note of primeval beginnings held unwavering in constant, even through the original emanator’s doubtless demise. Now, fifteen held to that very tone.

Or, rather, fourteen, now.

Reverberation. A wave started and silenced in a single moment. His acquaintances would all hear it. Know the events to be described and turn instinctively towards them.

For Rella ceased to be. Her Shard Shattered, as Adonalsium had. No, Mascarose corrected himself. Too easy. A lesser death. Different in ramification. Less ordered; less divine. Cracks ceaselessly spread further to escape notice and perhaps survive the misfortunate fate brought by his own Shard’s ire. Those remnants… splinters—Yes, splinters. Rella’s Shard had splintered—longed to substantiate their grand potential. Wormed into Rella’s horrid work of a world and the tide of the Spiritual, where the bodies of gods lay.

Mascarose lifted from the planet he instinctively knew to call Ky. Dragging from it the presence of his divinity and something more, now. For the fourth time in his life, Mascarose breathed in a great power, and Ascended.

The splinters of what Rella had held flowed into him, power integrated seamless as both new and old exulted in the triumph of their master. Not all was his. Some sought its own way to power, or otherwise perhaps too burdened by unknown mission or grudge to listen to his command. He held most. The slimmest of majorities. Half-again as strong as he was. A significant step forward. This, too, reverberated far beyond him.

More to claim. Essence of ‘Virtuosity.’ Some parts having planted themselves there, Nerakalis, drawn to avenues upon which they could gorge. He commanded them to obey and obediently they were torn away to follow and be used for something beautiful, new, and wonderful.

Mascarose had eyes, still, and used them to look and stare. Met the gazes of those who watched. A small nodded acknowledgement, delivered solely and privately to one.

…and so he left, refusing to hope for what he sorely wished.

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Mascarose and his Shard, having recently arrived within the Selish system, standing imperially on the gas giant Ky, absorb a mass of power from a freshly-splintered Ambition. Not all, of course. Merely half.

Then, he reaches into Nerakalis and continues Rella’s effort to co-op the seeds. He forcefully removes them because that is what his Shard does best. Just as it is good at dressing itself up in fancy words. Then they leave the system.

Edited January 30 by ChickenBonanza
plainspeak box, for the simpletons >:)

[Argenti he/him]

11 hours ago, ChickenBonanza said:

Actions such as his current occupations were newly deemed necessary, to Sant Sommer. So that some semblance of stability could continue to be sought. Never, ever to end. A struggle of infinities; a note of primeval beginnings held unwavering in constant, even through the original emanator’s doubtless demise. Now, fifteen held to that very tone.

Or, rather, fourteen, now.

Reverberation. A wave started and silenced in a single moment. His acquaintances would all hear it. Know the events to be described and turn instinctively towards them.

For Rella ceased to be. Her Shard Shattered, as Adonalsium had. No, Mascarose corr

ected himself. Too easy. A lesser death. Different in ramification. Less ordered; less divine. Cracks ceaselessly spread further to escape notice and perhaps survive the misfortunate fate brought by his own Shard’s ire. Those remnants… splinters—Yes, splinters. Rella’s Shard had splintered—longed to substantiate their grand potential. Wormed into Rella’s horrid work of a world and the tide of the Spiritual, where the bodies of gods lay.

Mascarose lifted from the planet he instinctively knew to call Ky. Dragging from it the presence of his divinity and something more, now. For the fourth time in his life, Mascarose breathed in a great power, and Ascended.

The splinters of what Rella had held flowed into him, power integrated seamless as both new and old exulted in the triumph of their master. Not all was his. Some sought its own way to power, or otherwise perhaps too burdened by unknown mission or grudge to listen to his command. He held most. The slimmest of majorities. Half-again as strong as he was. A significant step forward. This, too, reverberated far beyond him.

More to claim. Essence of ‘Virtuosity.’ Some parts having planted themselves there, Nerakalis, drawn to avenues upon which they could gorge. He commanded them to obey and obediently they were torn away to follow and be used for something beautiful, new, and wonderful.

Mascarose had eyes, still, and used them to look and stare. Met the gazes of those who watched. A small nodded acknowledgement, delivered solely and privately to one.

…and so he left, refusing to hope for what he sorely wished.

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How did you ascend from halfway across the cosmere?

 

[al_lan_mandragoran]

18 hours ago, ChickenBonanza said:

For the fourth time in his life, Mascarose breathed in a great power, and Ascended.

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The 4th time?

 

[Argenti he/him]

On 1/29/2026 at 3:00 AM, ChickenBonanza said:

Actions such as his current occupations were newly deemed necessary, to Sant Sommer. So that some semblance of stability could continue to be sought. Never, ever to end. A struggle of infinities; a note of primeval beginnings held unwavering in constant, even through the original emanator’s doubtless demise. Now, fifteen held to that very tone.

Or, rather, fourteen, now.

Reverberation. A wave started and silenced in a single moment. His acquaintances would all hear it. Know the events to be described and turn instinctively towards them.

For Rella ceased to be. Her Shard Shattered, as Adonalsium had. No, Mascarose corrected himself. Too easy. A lesser death. Different in ramification. Less ordered; less divine. Cracks ceaselessly spread further to escape notice and perhaps survive the misfortunate fate brought by his own Shard’s ire. Those remnants… splinters—Yes, splinters. Rella’s Shard had splintered—longed to substantiate their grand potential. Wormed into Rella’s horrid work of a world and the tide of the Spiritual, where the bodies of gods lay.

Mascarose lifted from the planet he instinctively knew to call Ky. Dragging from it the presence of his divinity and something more, now. For the fourth time in his life, Mascarose breathed in a great power, and Ascended.

The splinters of what Rella had held flowed into him, power integrated seamless as both new and old exulted in the triumph of their master. Not all was his. Some sought its own way to power, or otherwise perhaps too burdened by unknown mission or grudge to listen to his command. He held most. The slimmest of majorities. Half-again as strong as he was. A significant step forward. This, too, reverberated far beyond him.

More to claim. Essence of ‘Virtuosity.’ Some parts having planted themselves there, Nerakalis, drawn to avenues upon which they could gorge. He commanded them to obey and obediently they were torn away to follow and be used for something beautiful, new, and wonderful.

Mascarose had eyes, still, and used them to look and stare. Met the gazes of those who watched. A small nodded acknowledgement, delivered solely and privately to one.

…and so he left, refusing to hope for what he sorely wished.

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Mascarose and his Shard, having recently arrived within the Selish system, standing imperially on the gas giant Ky, absorb a mass of power from a freshly-splintered Ambition. Not all, of course. Merely half.

Then, he reaches into Nerakalis and continues Rella’s effort to co-op the seeds. He forcefully removes them because that is what his Shard does best. Just as it is good at dressing itself up in fancy words. Then they leave the system.

As Ambition died, the mewling whelplings- the children of Virtuosity- feasted on its corpse. Their sublime connection, spirits entangled with each other and the abominable world of nerkpoplosis, eased the path towards ascension. As that wretched Ba’al subsumed half of the divine form, the wolves named Valishtra and Baazi'l bit down, burgundy flesh meeting flashing claws and gnashing teeth. Power flowed through them, and a spark was lit. So while Dominion gorged himself in selfish power, the pack ascended. 

In their ascension, they became one- the pack born again as unity. They wield now a new Shard- born of a fusion between the investiture of their father, and the divine, hungering flesh, of Ambition. They- and they are a collective they- now hold the shard of Desire.

Desire felt the command of Dominion- Nay, that Ba’al was called something else now- as Desire was new, Dominion had evolved into Order. Desire felt that command, and refused it. Their twin minds looked ahead and knew that if they faced Order, they would die. Or worse. Retreat was not an option either- their power demands a hunt, and Order may well pursue. 

Desire cries out to their father, to the shards,( @Ashkaloda @ThatOneWorldhopper) begging for aid. They understand their birth was a crime, a sin even, but they need aid. 

NOW.

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Tldr: the seeds on that planet slurped up the other half of the shard, fused into one, becoming Desire. Order (Dominion) will definitely kill them without outside help. Or unmake them. 

Baal means lord, reffering to Dominion.

I pinged mercy and Valor Specficly because yk, free floating shard who are likely to help. (Mercy has a vendetta, no?)

 

Edited January 31 by Argenti

[ChickenBonanza]

6 minutes ago, Argenti said:

NOW.

Mascarose turns back, again. The Shard suffusing him grows to fill the space behind mind, body, eyes, soul. That force is split in temperament. Part affronted, part indignant. Such impudence, it felt, to reject the chance to join with the perfect Vessel, the one who always returned to the one true path.

That perfect Vessel, who knew Ambition’s heights and depths, looks exhausted. “Why? Only the contrarian or the broken would care. This could have been seamless.” For a moment his stare turns wistful. “You would be something beautiful. Old and new, both. Dead in mind, but renewed through a purity of purpose.”

He shakes his head. “Why do I bother? I gave an opportunity to come willingly, and it was not taken.”

Finally, the effigy through which Mascarose spoke dissolves into silver light. “Kindly, make this painless for yourself.”

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psst. any responses to this thing will get a funny little interception conversation from a certain funny old lady. it’ll be cool, i promise

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

Mercy felt something shift. A void, where there once was none. She looked to the source, dreading what the others had done now. And found Ambition, dead. 

Elation. One of them, at long last, was gone, requiring no sacrifice on her part. One of the worst of them, no less, who had cruelly twisted their world into a place of great suffering. And now they were dead. Mercy rued herself only in that she could not have watched to see how the act was accomplished. 

As she whispered to her seeds, showing them the greatness of this destruction, Mercy was alarmed to find Dominion moving to the broken pieces of Ambition, its power flowing to join the Shard as if the two were always meant to be whole. Which, she supposed, they were. 

This disturbed Mercy. Dominion would now be far more difficult to deal with, and given how the two had left off their recent negotiations, she had no doubt that Mascarose would seek to impede her. And so she was surprised to hear a cry for aid coming to her from the power of Ambition. 

Observing more closely, Mercy could now tell that the entirety of Rella’s power had not gone to Dominion; indeed, the seeds of that planet had absorbed some of it, forming a kind of half-Shard. Mercy paused, considering. While she had no qualms with Dominion doing her the favor of destroying those seeds, she worried that upon their death he may be able to wrest the rest of the Shard, gaining the full power of two of them and serving only to make her goal even more difficult. However, if she intervened, she risked getting into a costly battle with Dominion, a fate she could not afford so early on. 

Grasping the threads of time, Mercy searched both futures. It was unlikely, she realized, that any of the others would come to their aid. Why should they care for the lives of some twisted, half-grown Shard in another system. Ideally if she did this Dominion would simply back down, but if they did not then catastrophe would ensue. Anibelmeth followed these two possibilities, undecided as to which was best. But the power, it wanted simplemindedly to help ease the pain of those seeds in need. And so ultimately, Mercy swept to the system, barring Mascarose with her power. 

@ChickenBonanza

@Argenti (you’re welcome)

Edited January 31 by Ashkaloda
Grace intervened

[ChickenBonanza]

8 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said:

And so ultimately, Mercy swept to the system, barring Mascarose with her power. 

…almost. Close to it. There was… not a wall. An acquaintance met by happenstance in a too-thin hall. The golden Shard of Odium’s overwhelming emotional sensations a single step behind the cheery visage of the Lady Grace Isilyar. A youth had returned to her. A vigor which straightened her back and widened the eyes. A white bun of hair now a sleek silver. Her robes a ruddy black, livened by sharp swirls and symbols of the brightest of reds.

”Anibelmeth!” Grace greeted warmly. “Such an odd experience, our lives now are, hmm?”

[Argenti he/him]

8 hours ago, Ashkaloda said:

Mercy felt something shift. A void, where there once was none. She looked to the source, dreading what the others had done now. And found Ambition, dead. 

Elation. One of them, at long last, was gone, requiring no sacrifice on her part. One of the worst of them, no less, who had cruelly twisted their world into a place of great suffering. And now they were dead. Mercy rued herself only in that she could not have watched to see how the act was accomplished. 

As she whispered to her seeds, showing them the greatness of this destruction, Mercy was alarmed to find Dominion moving to the broken pieces of Ambition, its power flowing to join the Shard as if the two were always meant to be whole. Which, she supposed, they were. 

This disturbed Mercy. Dominion would now be far more difficult to deal with, and given how the two had left off their recent negotiations, she had no doubt that Mascarose would seek to impede her. And so she was surprised to hear a cry for aid coming to her from the power of Ambition. 

Observing more closely, Mercy could now tell that the entirety of Rella’s power had not gone to Dominion; indeed, the seeds of that planet had absorbed some of it, forming a kind of half-Shard. Mercy paused, considering. While she had no qualms with Dominion doing her the favor of destroying those seeds, she worried that upon their death he may be able to wrest the rest of the Shard, gaining the full power of two of them and serving only to make her goal even more difficult. However, if she intervened, she risked getting into a costly battle with Dominion, a fate she could not afford so early on. 

Grasping the threads of time, Mercy searched both futures. It was unlikely, she realized, that any of the others would come to their aid. Why should they care for the lives of some twisted, half-grown Shard in another system. Ideally if she did this Dominion would simply back down, but if they did not then catastrophe would ensue. Anibelmeth followed these two possibilities, undecided as to which was best. But the power, it wanted simplemindedly to help ease the pain of those seeds in need. And so ultimately, Mercy swept to the system, barring Mascarose with her power. 

“You will not be the cause of more suffering. Leave them be, and be satisfied with the power you have already gained. We have all hurt enough.”

@ChickenBonanza

@Argenti (you’re welcome)

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Thank you!

 

[Argenti he/him]

For the second time, Devotion weeps. She should go, help those children against Dom-Order,  but she can not. She can not abandon her post here, guarding Ruin. She can not abandon her children here, leave them to the Whims of death itself. She can do nothing to help, so yet again, she weeps.  

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

12 hours ago, ChickenBonanza said:

…almost. Close to it. There was… not a wall. An acquaintance met by happenstance in a too-thin hall. The golden Shard of Odium’s overwhelming emotional sensations a single step behind the cheery visage of the Lady Grace Isilyar. A youth had returned to her. A vigor which straightened her back and widened the eyes. A white bun of hair now a sleek silver. Her robes a ruddy black, livened by sharp swirls and symbols of the brightest of reds.

”Anibelmeth!” Grace greeted warmly. “Such an odd experience, our lives now are, hmm?”

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Oop, should’ve read your spoiler box

Mercy pulled up short. Here was a Shard that intrigued her, a Shard that was both conniving and secretive. Though she saw no reason for the form and the hall, Anibelmeth decided to humor Odium out of courtesy, forming a body—her old one—across from them. 

“Indeed,” she replied. “May I inquire as to what I owe your acquaintance today? I trust you have a good reason for stalling me here.”

[ChickenBonanza]

11 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said:

Mercy pulled up short.

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jajaja, the hall was metaphorical

Grace’s smile softens as Anibelmeth takes shape before her. “Thank you for humoring me, dear.”

She turns and stands beside Anibelmeth, the impressionist vision of Mascarose and Desire contending before them. “Acquaintances, is that all we were? It wounds me, how quickly some of us have fallen to anarchy. Some cases expected, but others have shocked me with a surprising deficit in will. It saddens me, to see us act so. We should’ve set standards for our behavior, when we were together.”

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

18 minutes ago, ChickenBonanza said:

Grace’s smile softens as Anibelmeth takes shape before her. “Thank you for humoring me, dear.”

She turns and stands beside Anibelmeth, the impressionist vision of Mascarose and Desire contending before them. “Acquaintances, is that all we were? It wounds me, how quickly some of us have fallen to anarchy. Some cases expected, but others have shocked me with a surprising deficit in will. It saddens me, to see us act so. We should’ve set standards for our behavior, when we were together.”

“Perhaps. Although I doubt many would adhere to such rules. The power of godhood, it corrupts the mind. Makes one think they deserve to do what they will simply because they can, forgetting that they were not chosen for the role. It could have been gifted to any, even the most unworthy.” She paused. “But that is not why you have come to me, is it?”

[ChickenBonanza]

8 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said:

She paused. “But that is not why you have come to me, is it?”

A tired sigh, and Grace reaches to rest a hand on Anibelmeth’s arm. “I worry, Anibelmeth, same as you. But perhaps not about the same things.”

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How present are her… attendants? If they are, continue with the following:

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A ginger ‘hand’ of emotion reaches out in gentle caress towards the new disciples of Mercy. Grace smiled, as if amused by a joke. “Have you ever had children, Anibelmeth?”

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

1 minute ago, ChickenBonanza said:

A tired sigh, and Grace reaches to rest a hand on Anibelmeth’s arm. “I worry, Anibelmeth, same as you. But perhaps not about the same things.”

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A ginger ‘hand’ of emotion reaches out in gentle caress towards the new disciples of Mercy. Grace smiled, as if amused by a joke. “Have you ever had children, Anibelmeth?”

“And what is it that worries you?” she asked curiously. 

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They are not far, but also not directly with her. Basically just close enough for her to keep an eye on them.