The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Aeoryi she/her]

52 minutes ago, Nameless* said:

The veil strained, but held. Barely. Power's form was completely lost to the energy within her, the whirling mass of pure narration that fought to break free of Rirrom's mirror veil. Slowly, Rirrom felt the veil begin to crack, the power slipping from his grasp. Then, suddenly, something changed.

Imagination, Curiosity, Reasoning, Whimsy, Emotion, Story, Pride, Megalomaniacal god-complex, and Honor nodded to the once author in thanks, then as one were pulled by the lines into the mass of narration that was Power.

Rirrom saw the lines of light converging on Power, saw them pulse with energy as the ten pieces of Subversion rejoined.

Immediately, the pressure on was lightened, although it did not let up entirely. Within his mirror veil, the mass of Narration began to spin, shrinking in on itself in jerky, unpredictable movements. As it did so, the light, which had dimmed somewhat as Power had distorted, returned to its blinding level and then grew even brighter, making it impossible to see what was happening to the splinters of Subversion.

An instant later, the pressure on Rirrom vanished entirely as the light coming from within the mirror veil ceased. Inside it was one figure, resting on hands and knees, an expression of absolute concentration on her face.

Subversion was whole once more.

Unintelligible stared at Everyone, barely able to stay on his feet. "...What were you responding to? I forgot what we were talking about."

Rirrom has done it. He slowly put down the mirror, and then looked towards Rond

[NameIess]

19 minutes ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

"almost dying is my specialty, any ways, anyone wanna see something fun?" he proceeds to stick his staff, mutter a word under his breath, and create purple cracks in the ground. "magical dynamite"

 

"the names abalodor, if ya wondering"

“Could you get some of those spirits over there?” Unintelligible pointed towards a place where a large mass of spirits had grouped together, preparing to charge the grouped characters and Narrators.

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

"how do you want me to do it? can i blow them up or just capture them?"

[Immortal Platypus]

Platypus whispered into Rirrom's mind, "Leave Rond alone. I'll deal with him."

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

13 hours ago, Being of Cacophony said:

NO! good night sleepy head  

Platypus stayed where he was. He felt the shockwave pass him by, shielded by his alignment with his Plotblade. But he threw up his illusion of himself getting torn to pieces, overconfident smirk literally ripped off his face. Feeling his enemies anguish at the old memories, he threw his own memories of heroes into the mix while his illusion seemed to die.

The Adventurer helping Sequence in the building contest for the Plotblade.

Click.

Platypus' family dying over his body to protect him from the Mordite shrapnel that had killed the Immortal Platypi.

Click.

Platypus going to his home every year to mourn his family.

Click.

The king of the elves granting Platypus shelter from the dreaded draiemons who had killed his whole species with Mordite.

Click.

The images began going faster.

The elves' armies dying until a hero, a Narrator long forgotten, saved them from the draiemons.

Click.

The hero, graciously accepting thanks, offering to stay and protect the elves forever. The elves accepted and the hero that was a Narrator lived a long life with them, in the end, giving his life to protect them.

Cli-

Suddenly the images stop as the illusion was fully torn apart. Platypus was silently, invisibly weeping at the memory of his family and mentor as he dropped from where he was, blocking any beams near him with his Blade. He let his Blades go. He would not kill Rond unless it was needed. Feanor, he would kill. But Rond... he would do his best to spare Rond.

After a long minute, Rond finally stood, turning towards where Platypus really stood, the energy field in front of his face letting him see through illusions, "Defend your people. Fight for your cause. As for me, I will do the same." He raised the unholy blade, making a gesture of respect. "I hope to meet you again on the battlefield, Vengeance wielder." 

Rond strode away, pressing a button on his armor and shifting to a different location.

The spirits continued their sinuous attack on the characters, Narrators, avatars and more all over the battlefield. In the mass of them, a figure formed, Feanor standing there in his vapory cloak, holding aloft a sword. Feanor strode forward towards Subversion, smiling softly, "Subversion! I see you have returned! Welcome back..." His voice echoed forward towards them. "How was being split into ten pieces? Fun... I'd bet..." The villain laughed sarcastically, "Tell me, do you think you will win this entire fight?"

@Nameless*

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

"imma take some intiative and blow them to pieces" he speaks a word, and purple light comes further out of the cracks. it eventually grows so much that the ground explodes like a geyser. he also turns into a large dog with him in the center. "fun times"

[Immortal Platypus]

1 minute ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

After a long minute, Rond finally stood, turning towards where Platypus really stood, the energy field in front of his face letting him see through illusions, "Defend your people. Fight for your cause. As for me, I will do the same." He raised the unholy blade, making a gesture of respect. "I hope to meet you again on the battlefield, Vengeance wielder." 

Rond strode away, pressing a button on his armor and shifting to a different location.

The spirits continued their sinuous attack on the characters, Narrators, avatars and more all over the battlefield. In the mass of them, a figure formed, Feanor standing there in his vapory cloak, holding aloft a sword. Feanor strode forward towards Subversion, smiling softly, "Subversion! I see you have returned! Welcome back..." His voice echoed forward towards them. "How was being split into ten pieces? Fun... I'd bet..." The villain laughed sarcastically, "Tell me, do you think you will win this entire fight?"

@Nameless*

Platypus raised Vengeance in a sign of peace at where Rond had disappeared.

Then he ran with a yell, swords raised, at Feanor, Vengeance glowing even brighter at the sight of Feanor.

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

the mines explode at random, raining fire and death on the field.

[Immortal Platypus]

1 minute ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

the mines explode at random, raining fire and death on the field.

Platypus ran through the field, darting among the explosions until one explodes underneath him. It propels him up and he flips over, then lands and continues to run straight at Feanor.

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

2 minutes ago, Being of Cacophony said:

Platypus raised Vengeance in a sign of peace at where Rond had disappeared.

Then he ran with a yell, swords raised, at Feanor, Vengeance glowing even brighter at the sight of Feanor.

"I'm not here for you," Feanor raised his hand, blue energy flowing from the sky and striking Platypus to the ground with almost impossibly strong Narration and Plotweaving. 

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

"ok, can i whack some people now?"

[Immortal Platypus]

1 minute ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

"I'm not here for you," Feanor raised his hand, blue energy flowing from the sky and striking Platypus to the ground with almost impossibly strong Narration and Plotweaving. 

Platypus deflects the energy toward Feanor with Vengeance. 

"I don't care who you're here for," he growls, stopping in between Feanor and Subversion. "You'd better leave."

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

1 minute ago, Being of Cacophony said:

Platypus deflects the energy toward Feanor with Vengeance. 

"I don't care who you're here for," he growls, stopping in between Feanor and Subversion. "You'd better leave."

The energy melts into nothing in the air. Feanor raised an eyebrow, "You want to fight me, eh?"

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

"wait, whos the evil one here?"

[Immortal Platypus]

Just now, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

The energy melts into nothing in the air. Feanor raised an eyebrow, "You want to fight me, eh?"

"Eventually." He shook his head. "But not today. Today is a time to grieve. But you will leave."

With that, Platypus started Narrating. Drawing on the remaining power from Power that was still all around, he Narrated that the spirits were on his side. They stopped their attacks and swarmed toward Feanor. He kept Narrating. Anything Feanor Narrated, he Narrated away, or changed it so it fought for him. His Plot-boosted Narration was incredibly strong, and Vengeance's glow only seemed to get brighter.

"GO! FROM! HERE!"

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

"WILL SOMEONE ANSWER ME?" abalodor shouts, which creates a shockwave that is felt by everything

[Just_a_Fan he/him]

"I have no idea."

[Immortal Platypus]

2 minutes ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

"WILL SOMEONE ANSWER ME?" abalodor shouts, which creates a shockwave that is felt by everything

Platypus barely glances his direction.

"FEANOR IS THE EVIL ONE! OBVIOUSLY!"

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

"OK THEN ILL WHACK HIM" he runs foward and knocks feanor flat

[Immortal Platypus]

Just now, TheRavenHasLanded said:

"OK THEN ILL WHACK HIM" he runs foward and knocks feanor flat

Platypus watches as he runs forward. There is no way that works.

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

1 hour ago, Nameless* said:

Unintelligible shook his head very slowly. "No, just almost died. I'll recover just fine."

“That’s unfortunate.”

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

1 hour ago, Being of Cacophony said:

"Eventually." He shook his head. "But not today. Today is a time to grieve. But you will leave."

With that, Platypus started Narrating. Drawing on the remaining power from Power that was still all around, he Narrated that the spirits were on his side. They stopped their attacks and swarmed toward Feanor. He kept Narrating. Anything Feanor Narrated, he Narrated away, or changed it so it fought for him. His Plot-boosted Narration was incredibly strong, and Vengeance's glow only seemed to get brighter.

"GO! FROM! HERE!"

you have no idea what you're unleashing by trapping Feanor in a corner...

Feanor smiled sardonically as the nightmarish spirits zoned in on himself. The master raised his blade so that it was parallel to his nose, falling into a rare sword stance that he'd known all his life like a close friend. The spirits grew closer and closer as Feanor took a deep breath. This was the moment he'd been waiting for. Ahh, and what a glorious moment it was. No-one would ruin his plans, not completely. They could try. Oh they could try. But, in the end, they had to know that they will lose all they hold dear in the process. Feanor remembered teaching upon teaching, layer upon layer of training him to become one of the best warriors in TLT. No, not a warrior, a beast of fury that could tear everything in its path to pieces.

It was time to unleash that beast.

Feanor's eyes snapped open, an animalistic rage seeming to emanate from them and him as he moved with grace, slamming his blade into one spirit after another. Narration grew around him, blocking Platypus from undoing his with expertise and finesse only learned after progressive failure and success. A master at his craft, Feanor mowed through the spirits, slashing them with his blade, a deadly cross between the darkness and the light. 

Feanor leapt into the air, sending the spirits with subtle Plot Weavings and Narration to charge Platypus. Narration flares around the master swordsman who is Feanor, bursting into blinding white flames. Feanor lands in front of Platypus, eyes blazing with Narration, white flames all around him like a halo of contrast to the darkness of his cloak, fallen spirits in the millions behind him. Feanor danced, slashing, stabbing, parrying, Narrating, Plot weaving, piercing and far more in an attack on Platypus. He countered every bit of Narration thrown at him with an impossibly precise touch, showing how long he'd been working to this moment. 

It was abundantly clear that Feanor was fighting a master of TLT.

EDIT: accidentally wrote Platypus there instead of Feanor.

1 hour ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

"OK THEN ILL WHACK HIM" he runs foward and knocks feanor flat

He's slashed by Feanor's sword and kicked into Platypus during the flurry of attacks on the spirits.

Edited August 24, 2023 by Thaidakar the Ghostblood

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

The once author floated in darkness. All the remaining power from his time as an author had left, and Ryss was using his abilities as an author to narrate pain into the once author with ruthlessness. A freezing cold hit him, and then his body felt like it was being ripped apart. He was burned, crushed, and stabbed. He stayed alive through all of it. Then he felt something. A sliver of power, almost completely hidden by the emptiness. 

The once narrator pulled on the power. Hard. He began narrating his own story, separating himself from Ryss. Then his power returned to him. On the field power flooded into him. He gasped as life returned to him. He looked around at the world, now devoid of cracks in reality. “I could get used to this.” He said. 

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

"ouch- that hurt" he muttered. "ok looks like we are doing this" his avatar, now growing to be more human like, grows to an absurd height and runs at feanor. "time for ya funeral buddy"

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

1 minute ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

"ouch- that hurt" he muttered. "ok looks like we are doing this" his avatar, now growing to be more human like, grows to an absurd height and runs at feanor. "time for ya funeral buddy"

IN a flash of Narration, he was the size of an ant and flying at insane speeds towards the stars.