The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

1 minute ago, Nameless* said:

Unintelligible followed cautiously, testing to cloud to make sure it would hold his weight. "I don't see Omen yet. Maybe-" A voice spoke from behind Sequence. 

"You seek the Dreamsmith?"

Sequenced jumped, turning around to face the voice. "... Why yes, yes I do!"

8 minutes ago, Nameless* said:

Everyone landed in a smithy with a forge that glowed a comfortable blue, walls lined with beautifully crafted weapons. In from of them sat a man with his back to Everyone, sharpening a dull spearpoint. "So Everyone, you've come for a weapon?"

Everyone stood up, feeling increasingly nauseous. "... The Dreamsmith, I presume?"

[Immortal Platypus]

48 minutes ago, Nameless* said:

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Subversion smiled wryly, the glow of her Narrationblade beginning to change, pure white light splitting into a full spectrum of color. "Organize the vote? I thought that was Thaidakar. He counted the votes at least."

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Unintelligible looked under a few pots and checked the chimney. "I don't see anything. Maybe it's just outside the cottage somewhere?" He opened the door to the cottage to check this theory, then froze. "Found it."

"You could leave. Those who are not willing to face fear are not worthy of the Dreamsmith's time."

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I just realized I've never described Vengeance and its glow. Time to do that!

Platypus smirked. "Counting votes means nothing. And he didn't even do that. I did. I just let him announce the results." Vengeance reacted to the changing light, dark gleam cutting through the colors. The multi-shaded gray blade moved faster and faster, the reverse light emitting from it causing strange warps in vision as it interacted with the colored lights from the Narrationblade. 

[PrestoTheMagnificent]

23 hours ago, Sequence said:

Sequence's eyes widened and she leaned in to the examine the revolvers. "Oh my! Those are lovely.. How does one locate this.. 'Dreamsmith'?"

Everyone perked up from wherever they were, listening closely. Their little power-potency-duplication device wasn't nearly enough for their ambitions, so a specialized weapon sounded perfect.

The woman, Lily, woke up with a start. What... what's happening? Where am I?  The edge of her dress caught on fire from the previously mentioned burning tree, and she proceeded to stop, drop, and roll. (after screaming her head off, of course.)

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

10 minutes ago, PrestoTheMagnificent said:

The woman, Lily, woke up with a start. What... what's happening? Where am I?  The edge of her dress caught on fire from the previously mentioned burning tree, and she proceeded to stop, drop, and roll. (after screaming her head off, of course.)

“Oh goodness.. are you alright?” Asked a person. They knelt in a small garden nearby, planting flowers. They wore

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

abalador puts on a black trench coat and walks away. "nothing good here... wonder if theres gonna be something better in the arena?"

[PrestoTheMagnificent]

3 minutes ago, Sequence said:

“Oh goodness.. are you alright?” Asked a person. They knelt in a small garden nearby, planting flowers. They wore

They wore? "Yes, I'm fine- just gave me a bit of scare, is all." Lily attempted to straighten her back and look tough. She failed miserably.

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

Just now, PrestoTheMagnificent said:

They wore? "Yes, I'm fine- just gave me a bit of scare, is all." Lily attempted to straighten her back and look tough. She failed miserably.

I struggle with typing apparently 

The person frowned and stood up from their garden, walking over to Lily. “Are you sure?” They shrugged a small backpack off their shoulders, reaching inside. “Do you need a bandage? Medicine? Tea? This odd pack I found seems to have it all.”

[PrestoTheMagnificent]

2 minutes ago, Sequence said:

I struggle with typing apparently 

The person frowned and stood up from their garden, walking over to Lily. “Are you sure?” They shrugged a small backpack off their shoulders, reaching inside. “Do you need a bandage? Medicine? Tea? This odd pack I found seems to have it all.”

"Did you say... tea?" Lily asked, hopefully. She sat down on the ground, crossing her legs. (criss cross applesauce)

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

3 minutes ago, PrestoTheMagnificent said:

"Did you say... tea?" Lily asked, hopefully. She sat down on the ground, crossing her legs. (criss cross applesauce)

The person smiled. “Yes!” They reached into the pack and pulled out a.. tea kettle. Its whistling had just barely died down when it was removed from the pack. They then reached in and removed two cups. They reached in again and took out… a small coffee table, which they set down in front of Lily. They sat down on the other side and poured two cups of tea. “So, what’s your name?”

[PrestoTheMagnificent]

Just now, Sequence said:

The person smiled. “Yes!” They reached into the pack and pulled out a.. tea kettle. Its whistling had just barely died down when it was removed from the pack. They then reached in and removed two cups. They reached in again and took out… a small coffee table, which they set down in front of Lily. They sat down on the other side and poured two cups of tea. “So, what’s your name?”

"I'm... Lily..." Lily yawned. "I should tell you, I suffer from a rare but chronic sleep disorder called narcole-" she suddenly fell asleep. 

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

Abalador appears right behind lily and the person she's talking to. "hi"

[NameIess]

3 hours ago, Sequence said:

Sequenced jumped, turning around to face the voice. "... Why yes, yes I do!"

The voice turned out to come from a small cloud, hovering above the larger one. "I am Omen. I guard the way to the Dreamsmith."

3 hours ago, Sequence said:

Everyone stood up, feeling increasingly nauseous. "... The Dreamsmith, I presume?"

"Yes." The Dreamsmith turned around to look at Everyone, mechanical jaw shooting out sparks. "What kind of weapon do you need?"

3 hours ago, Being of Cacophony said:

Platypus smirked. "Counting votes means nothing. And he didn't even do that. I did. I just let him announce the results." Vengeance reacted to the changing light, dark gleam cutting through the colors. The multi-shaded gray blade moved faster and faster, the reverse light emitting from it causing strange warps in vision as it interacted with the colored lights from the Narrationblade. 

Subversion deflected a blow from Vengeance, then teleported behind Platypus and summoned her Narrationblade as a sphere, trapping him inside. She rested a hand on the sphere and focused, imbuing it with Narration to prevent any escape. "Well Platypus, do you think you can escape this?"

[Immortal Platypus]

1 hour ago, Nameless* said:

The voice turned out to come from a small cloud, hovering above the larger one. "I am Omen. I guard the way to the Dreamsmith."

"Yes." The Dreamsmith turned around to look at Everyone, mechanical jaw shooting out sparks. "What kind of weapon do you need?"

Subversion deflected a blow from Vengeance, then teleported behind Platypus and summoned her Narrationblade as a sphere, trapping him inside. She rested a hand on the sphere and focused, imbuing it with Narration to prevent any escape. "Well Platypus, do you think you can escape this?"

Platypus laughed. "Remember how you said such Narration was easy to see coming?" Vengeance comes down on the outside of the sphere, then Platypus continued attacking her.

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

4 hours ago, Nameless* said:

The voice turned out to come from a small cloud, hovering above the larger one. "I am Omen. I guard the way to the Dreamsmith."

"... Well hello Omen! It's nice to meet you." Sequence said with a sweet smile. "My name is Sequence, and this here is the legendary adventurer, Ookla the Unintelligible. I have come to see the Dreamsmith! I was told they could make me an interesting weapon, and I'm trying to expand my weapon collection."

4 hours ago, Nameless* said:

"Yes." The Dreamsmith turned around to look at Everyone, mechanical jaw shooting out sparks. "What kind of weapon do you need?"

Everyone looked at the Dreamsmith, pausing for a moment. Something to help me do better. Do good... No, NO! Something to give me the power to destroy anyone I want, whenever I want, wherever I want... do good... destroy... do good... destroy...

"I want something..."

DOGOODDESTROYDOGOODDESTROY-

"I want something that can help me fix things... repair that which is good and destroy that which is evil."

[Through The Living Grub He/Him]

Why do I always miss everything without fail.

Johny offers Lily a waterskin "I forgot what I put in this, either apple juice, Rootbeer or water found in an oasis in a land half existing...Still tastes great though!!"

[PrestoTheMagnificent]

1 hour ago, Xiahida said:

Why do I always miss everything without fail.

Johny offers Lily a waterskin "I forgot what I put in this, either apple juice, Rootbeer or water found in an oasis in a land half existing...Still tastes great though!!"

Lily takes a swig, drinking deeply. "It just tastes like watered down Root Beer!" she said with a laugh. She stood up. "Thank you all for your help, but really, I must be going." She made as to walk away.

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

abalador stands in front. "hello, im abalador. who are you, and what are you doing?"

[PrestoTheMagnificent]

5 minutes ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

abalador stands in front. "hello, im abalador. who are you, and what are you doing?"

She stood up. "My name is She, and I'm using this body for what it was meant to be used for, which, right now, is leaving." She began to walk away.

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

abalador puts up a wall. "rightttttt, and im a god. no"

[PrestoTheMagnificent]

2 minutes ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

abalador puts up a wall. "rightttttt, and im a god. no"

"Wait. Your name is Abalador? And you're a God?" She looked quizzically at Abalador. "What manner of God?"

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

"my name is abalador. im not a god. but im god in a sense."

[PrestoTheMagnificent]

2 minutes ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

"my name is abalador. im not a god. but im god in a sense."

"Very interesting." She said, looking contemplative. She started to try climbing the wall, but fell asleep."

[Immortal Platypus]

1 hour ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

abalador puts up a wall. "rightttttt, and im a god. no"

54 minutes ago, PrestoTheMagnificent said:

"Very interesting." She said, looking contemplative. She started to try climbing the wall, but fell asleep."

Platypus looks over at him. "No you're not." The wall fades into the ground.

Edited October 27, 2023 by Being of Cacophony

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

"Inactivity," a voice whispered softly, "is a poison."

"Yes, Master," the servant replied.

Darkness turned his head towards the servant slightly, "A servant is not to speak back to his master. I want you to find him for me. And next time, you will not fail. The remaining Shadows cannot hide Spook and Micheal from me for long... Inactivity can only hold secrets for so long."

The servant bowed, "Yes, Master."

Darkness's lips twitched at the edges, almost a smile. "Tell the priest that I need a Shadow for tonight's ceremony. There will be a shedding of the ink blood. I will become whole again, one Shadow at a time." Almost as an after thought, he added, "And bring the king. He needs to know the true depth of his losses. Again."

The servant stood, nodding his respects: left. 

Darkness turned back to the window, looking out over an empty hall. His words twisted in the air, almost silent, but ever present. Darkness had been a force for good. Once. Once he had advised kings, led armies, said prophesies. Was it worth it? Leaving it all? 

"Yes," he said almost silently. It was worth it. Every bit of it. He was who he was and he would never change that. Darkness was the corrosive acid that would do its best to destroy TLT. It was his role. It was his destiny to fulfill it. In the back of his mind he knew that he would've considered it wrong at another time, but he was not that person anymore. Now he was Darkness. And Darkness was something powerful, something heavy, something that people all over the multiverse feared.

Why would he change that?

 

 

Rond knew what it was like to fail. He knew what it was like to die again and again, but still be brought back to life. He knew the feeling intimately like the touch of a lover, like the back of his hand, like the color of his hair. It was what he experienced in every waking moment, every time he closed his eyes and opened them again. Rond was a dead man, one of the condemned. 

And to be condemned was to be blessed, at least in his new master's eyes.

Thaidakar had been Feanor. Darkness was now Thaidakar. Rond followed him, Rond had been in the vicinity of his greatest friend and worst enemy. Thaidakar Von Kelsier. Brother. Ally. Villain. Enemy. Rond had known him better than almost anyone else, yet, in the end, he hadn't known him at all. It killed him inside every time he heard his new master's voice or saw his face. Darkness inhabited Thaidakar's body even now. 

Rond gritted his teeth, pacing back and forth. Around him, minor priests and socialites busy with their daily observances muddled around. It was early in the morning and Rond didn't want the day to leave without himself at least having a small taste of happiness. Then again, he'd become Darkness's high priest. And with that office of priesthood, there was little to be happy about. Rond had found time and time again that religion, despite it's advertisement of happiness, was truly just yet another way to make miserable people even more miserable with their lives. In practice, it was a clever business plan.

And, so it was, Rond liked business. It kept him at least marginally busy. He smiled ever so slightly at that. Wordplay helped ease his mind, especially during a time like this. Even if it was in his own mind that it took place and not said aloud. Hopefully he wouldn't be given orders for another five minutes. Unfortunately, is luck wasn't that good.

The servant who had been talking to Darkness mere minutes earlier walked in. Two minor priests accosted him instantly, and the servant stated his business in hushed tones. Rond watched the trio in the corner of his eye. Finally, one approached him and said, "There are orders from Darkness." The servant relayed the info that Darkness had wanted relayed.

Rond didn't reply, nodding to himself. This was to be expected. His master's orders were, to most, unpredictable. Rond, however, was a master at predicting what should not be predictable. Rond had, after all, predicted when Thaidakar... His thoughts trailed off as he felt the cascade of images and feelings hit him like a train. Every time he thought about Thaidakar without realizing it, this happened. This guilt. Why did he feel it? It couldn't be because Thaidakar had been under his nose the whole time... 

It couldn't be.

So, with that in mind, Rond dismissed the servant and began the process of bringing one of the capture Shadows and the king from their respective cells. The king was especially important. After all, he was Thaidakar's son. 

"All hail King Mythos," Rond muttered sarcastically. "To the king of dirt, rags and the tiny cramped space of his cell."

 

 

Mythos grunted as the whip hit him again. He slammed into the ground face first, feeling blood, sweat and dirt mix all over his body. Every day for two weeks. Fifty lashes. It was the embarrassment of his entire life that he'd been captured by one of Darkness's servants in the midst of a quick skirmish. Thank all of the gods in the pantheon that only one Shadow had been captured then. Each one taken was another bit of power added to Darkness.

"51," Mythos gasped as another cascade of leather and nails slammed into his wounded back. "That's over the quota."

"No talking back," the surly voice of Mythos's guard said. "That's another lash." The whip slammed into Mythos again, causing him to dig his hands into the dusty ground.

Mythos ground his teeth together, lifting himself off the ground with shaky arms. "What sort of slop are we having today?"

The guard grabbed Mythos's arm and helped him, "the normal kind. Gruel. Don't cause any trouble, okay? I'll have to whip you more."

The guard had been a pleasant surprise to Mythos. It turned out that he'd only gone over instantly to Darkness's side because all other places rejected him for once being an avatar of Thaidakar. He'd removed most of the connection, apparently. 

"I hope you find a way out of this mess, friend," Mythos said. "Maybe I'll find you and hire you for myself. Then again, I may have to punish you for giving me that extra lash. I promise it won't be too harsh."

Melvin, the guard, grinned, "I'd only expect it, your majesty." As most in TLT, Melvin now knew that Mythos had been royalty.

Mythos smiled back, "Thanks and-"

He was interrupted by a black robed servant entering the room, "Guardsman, you are to ready the king of chains and rags for tonight. There is going to be a sacrifice and the prisoner must be present." The servant started to bow, hesitated, stopped, and left. 

Mythos sighed as the guardsman led him away. Darkness wanted to see him? Fine. But Mythos would make sure that he wouldn't give him what he wanted. To do so would be to surrender, and Mythos would never surrender to that bag of horse dung ever. Being Darkness's hostage was only a minor convenience to that.

Mythos had been through worse, after all.

 

I'm back! Hopefully I'll be able to be on more and rp. I'll make shorter posts that still tell the complete story I want to tell on TLT. I hope y'all are fine with me coming in with my people.

[Immortal Platypus]

15 hours ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

"Inactivity," a voice whispered softly, "is a poison."

"Yes, Master," the servant replied.

Darkness turned his head towards the servant slightly, "A servant is not to speak back to his master. I want you to find him for me. And next time, you will not fail. The remaining Shadows cannot hide Spook and Micheal from me for long... Inactivity can only hold secrets for so long."

The servant bowed, "Yes, Master."

Darkness's lips twitched at the edges, almost a smile. "Tell the priest that I need a Shadow for tonight's ceremony. There will be a shedding of the ink blood. I will become whole again, one Shadow at a time." Almost as an after thought, he added, "And bring the king. He needs to know the true depth of his losses. Again."

The servant stood, nodding his respects: left. 

Darkness turned back to the window, looking out over an empty hall. His words twisted in the air, almost silent, but ever present. Darkness had been a force for good. Once. Once he had advised kings, led armies, said prophesies. Was it worth it? Leaving it all? 

"Yes," he said almost silently. It was worth it. Every bit of it. He was who he was and he would never change that. Darkness was the corrosive acid that would do its best to destroy TLT. It was his role. It was his destiny to fulfill it. In the back of his mind he knew that he would've considered it wrong at another time, but he was not that person anymore. Now he was Darkness. And Darkness was something powerful, something heavy, something that people all over the multiverse feared.

Why would he change that?

 

 

Rond knew what it was like to fail. He knew what it was like to die again and again, but still be brought back to life. He knew the feeling intimately like the touch of a lover, like the back of his hand, like the color of his hair. It was what he experienced in every waking moment, every time he closed his eyes and opened them again. Rond was a dead man, one of the condemned. 

And to be condemned was to be blessed, at least in his new master's eyes.

Thaidakar had been Feanor. Darkness was now Thaidakar. Rond followed him, Rond had been in the vicinity of his greatest friend and worst enemy. Thaidakar Von Kelsier. Brother. Ally. Villain. Enemy. Rond had known him better than almost anyone else, yet, in the end, he hadn't known him at all. It killed him inside every time he heard his new master's voice or saw his face. Darkness inhabited Thaidakar's body even now. 

Rond gritted his teeth, pacing back and forth. Around him, minor priests and socialites busy with their daily observances muddled around. It was early in the morning and Rond didn't want the day to leave without himself at least having a small taste of happiness. Then again, he'd become Darkness's high priest. And with that office of priesthood, there was little to be happy about. Rond had found time and time again that religion, despite it's advertisement of happiness, was truly just yet another way to make miserable people even more miserable with their lives. In practice, it was a clever business plan.

And, so it was, Rond liked business. It kept him at least marginally busy. He smiled ever so slightly at that. Wordplay helped ease his mind, especially during a time like this. Even if it was in his own mind that it took place and not said aloud. Hopefully he wouldn't be given orders for another five minutes. Unfortunately, is luck wasn't that good.

The servant who had been talking to Darkness mere minutes earlier walked in. Two minor priests accosted him instantly, and the servant stated his business in hushed tones. Rond watched the trio in the corner of his eye. Finally, one approached him and said, "There are orders from Darkness." The servant relayed the info that Darkness had wanted relayed.

Rond didn't reply, nodding to himself. This was to be expected. His master's orders were, to most, unpredictable. Rond, however, was a master at predicting what should not be predictable. Rond had, after all, predicted when Thaidakar... His thoughts trailed off as he felt the cascade of images and feelings hit him like a train. Every time he thought about Thaidakar without realizing it, this happened. This guilt. Why did he feel it? It couldn't be because Thaidakar had been under his nose the whole time... 

It couldn't be.

So, with that in mind, Rond dismissed the servant and began the process of bringing one of the capture Shadows and the king from their respective cells. The king was especially important. After all, he was Thaidakar's son. 

"All hail King Mythos," Rond muttered sarcastically. "To the king of dirt, rags and the tiny cramped space of his cell."

 

 

Mythos grunted as the whip hit him again. He slammed into the ground face first, feeling blood, sweat and dirt mix all over his body. Every day for two weeks. Fifty lashes. It was the embarrassment of his entire life that he'd been captured by one of Darkness's servants in the midst of a quick skirmish. Thank all of the gods in the pantheon that only one Shadow had been captured then. Each one taken was another bit of power added to Darkness.

"51," Mythos gasped as another cascade of leather and nails slammed into his wounded back. "That's over the quota."

"No talking back," the surly voice of Mythos's guard said. "That's another lash." The whip slammed into Mythos again, causing him to dig his hands into the dusty ground.

Mythos ground his teeth together, lifting himself off the ground with shaky arms. "What sort of slop are we having today?"

The guard grabbed Mythos's arm and helped him, "the normal kind. Gruel. Don't cause any trouble, okay? I'll have to whip you more."

The guard had been a pleasant surprise to Mythos. It turned out that he'd only gone over instantly to Darkness's side because all other places rejected him for once being an avatar of Thaidakar. He'd removed most of the connection, apparently. 

"I hope you find a way out of this mess, friend," Mythos said. "Maybe I'll find you and hire you for myself. Then again, I may have to punish you for giving me that extra lash. I promise it won't be too harsh."

Melvin, the guard, grinned, "I'd only expect it, your majesty." As most in TLT, Melvin now knew that Mythos had been royalty.

Mythos smiled back, "Thanks and-"

He was interrupted by a black robed servant entering the room, "Guardsman, you are to ready the king of chains and rags for tonight. There is going to be a sacrifice and the prisoner must be present." The servant started to bow, hesitated, stopped, and left. 

Mythos sighed as the guardsman led him away. Darkness wanted to see him? Fine. But Mythos would make sure that he wouldn't give him what he wanted. To do so would be to surrender, and Mythos would never surrender to that bag of horse dung ever. Being Darkness's hostage was only a minor convenience to that.

Mythos had been through worse, after all.

 

I'm back! Hopefully I'll be able to be on more and rp. I'll make shorter posts that still tell the complete story I want to tell on TLT. I hope y'all are fine with me coming in with my people.

woo hoo! This is where I'm sooooo glad that quotes have an "expand" button now. They won't take my entire screen! I'm excited to see how this goes, and I'm ready to take Darkness down. Luxsprites were never afraid of the Dark after all  

Edited October 28, 2023 by Being of Cacophony