The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

Abalador was silent, watching these. It is no secret I am everywhere... but do I care? no. not really. I am no God, I am a master of Illusion and that is close enough.

[ʟɪɢʜʈ]

3 hours ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

Oh my gosh, I finally finished. This's been wild to write. Can't wait for more stuff. I'm gonna go read and stuff. 

"I fear death as one fears their own sword, cautious around it." Darkness grinned, eyes flaming red. "I am Death's sword, sharpened for service. Shall we begin?" 

Darkness closed his eyes, red energy flowing around him as two more arms sprouted on either side. Two long bo staffs formed in his hands, molten crimson glowed moodily from within each staff. The air sizzled and cracked with every move of the staffs. "Death is the music of life. Life is the symphony of eternity. The darkness is the creation of light."

"We begin."

Darkness' eyes gleamed as he rushed Platypus, moving from side to side, bo staffs spinning wildly in coordinated attacks on Platypus's flanks. Carefully planned strikes would hit Platypus on either side, each hit would feel searing, sending a rush of pain into Platypus, making his vision red for half a second. 

Power flowed in the air around the duel. To Platypus, it would seem as Darkness' own abilities causing it, but that was not it. It was Balance, carefully watching every motion, every attack, ever block, every parry. This would be interesting.

Would Platypus solve the puzzle and escape the second trial? Balance could only hope... if not, he would have to focus primarily on one of the others. The substitution in case Platypus could not fulfill his role.

It would hopefully never come to that.

 

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Mythos knelt, eyes facing the ground, torch light reflecting weakly into his cursed stone mask. He couldn't move a muscle, barely able to breath, much less speak, and those were nigh exhausted. He'd been this way for days, maybe longer. He didn't know. His world was almost entirely darkness and meals spoon fed to him every once and awhile. He'd been separated from the two guards who'd grown to like him. Apparently one of Darkness' servants had discovered them and told Darkness. Either that or that blasted high priest, Rond. Rond deserved to die.

Then again, so did many people that Mythos knew, so that barely said anything meaningful about him.

Mythos gritted his teeth as he heard a snide voice drift to him. "Mythos... I never thought I would see you again. When I heard that my new master had you in chains, I was... pleased."

"Spook..." he replied, "What brought you here? Not too busy dishonoring our father's legacy, I hope?" It was hard, putting thoughts together and bringing them into words. But for Spook... he could do it. Spook reminded him of the past. And the past brought him peace and security.

"Silence!" 

"Oh, I do believe I've had enough of that," Mythos said, aching to rub his neck. He struggled to hide the fact that his throat was sore beyond compare. "Does it help the pain?"

Hearing no response, Mythos continued, "Does working for our father's murderer help ease the pain of the fact that you didn't know?"

The sound of metal crystalizing from pure narration brought a smile to Mythos' face. Oh how reckless his dear brother was. And to think Mythos hadn't even remembered his little brother merely a few months ago. "Do you play with death like you once did with your blocks, little brother?"

"Speak another word and I will kill you here and now. I don't care what Darkness says about needing you for his plans; I will slit your throat right here in this prison cell." Mythos could feel the air crackling as the barest light that Mythos could see through the stone mask began to light up exponentially. Interesting... so Spook was willing to risk his Plotblade too.

Mythos took in as deep a breath as he could muster, "What did Darkness promise you?"

Something searingly cold touched Mythos' back. Mythos didn't move a muscle, concentrating on the void and the flame, just as Cucumber Beard had taught him. 

"I'm not here to bandy words."

"Clearly, and yet you still are. What did you come here for, Spook? Perhaps you're going to give me a to go bag and let me off on my way from this quaint establishment?" Mythos said, drawing in a shaky breath. The pain rattled down his spine and he tensed, un-tensed, groaned. 

"I'm here to ask you a question."

"Is that so? Then, gladly, go ahead and shoot it."

"Did you know?" The words echoed through the cavernous chamber.

"Did I know what?"

"Did you know... Did you know that Feanor was Thaidakar? Did you know we were brothers? Did you know he didn't kill our mom?"

Mythos hesitated, breaithing heavily for a moment. He did his best to conceal it, speaking in a sarcastic tone. "Did I know..."  The sharp edge of the plot blade left a knick in his arm. He grunted, digging his feet into the ground, "I didn't know."

"Good." The sword left Mythos's back and he finally got a restful breath.

It was a long moment as steps reverberated through the chamber. Finally, Spook was gone, leaving Mythos again alone in his prison. Alone with his thoughts. And thoughts were often more dangerous than any sword, even a sword of Plot.

 

 

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Unbeknownst to Mythos, a pair of eyes watched him. The eyes, in fact, belonged to Rond, high priest of Darkness, former friend of Thaidakar Von Kelsier. However, at the moment, the high priest was not feeling very priestly. No, in fact, as he watched Mythos, he felt a twinge of regret. He could stop it all now and not risk anything. Alas, no. If he stopped, he could not gain his revenge against Darkness, and that would be the undoing of all he had worked towards.

No, Rond couldn't fight himself over it again. He'd committed. 

Mythos was in the center of the room, arms wrapped in a metal formed of Darkness' abilities and a trace amount of Mordite. IN those chains, Mythos could not use any kind of Narration beyond what was granted him narratively by the unfortunate amount of energy present in the palace. 

Rond moved, stepping stealthily forward. He hesitated, watching as Mythos was in exactly the same position as before. Mythos didn't seem to make a move as Rond strode forward, slipping a key out of a pocket. He moved it forward to beside Mythos' face where a key whole lay, pointed downwards. He pushed it in. There was a click and Rond smiled.

The mask fell to the ground, revealing a purply bruised face and fluttering eyelids. After a moment in which Rond felt relief flush through him. He would do this. The plan was working.

"I'm here to rescue you," Rond said. He moved over to each wrap of metal around Mythos' arms and tapped it with the key. The metal evaporated, leaving lead-ish beads of mordite on the ground. Mythos' arms fell to his side and the ground. 

"Rond..." Mythos said quietly. 

The near silence made Rond hesitate. "We have to go. You'll learn more from the others."

He looked at Rond, a flash of anger dancing in his eyes. Then one of deep thought. Finally, Mythos nodded, standing slowly, but surely. Rond gripped his hand, lifting Mythos upwards.

The priest danced to one of the rough walls, pressing the key to the walls then muttering a few words. He sighed relief as a door cracked open in the stone. 

Rond nodded to Mythos who limped along as Rond led the way into the passages. Torches on the walls lit up with an eerie red light, flickering, almost seeming to glitch as the smoke rose to the curved ceiling.

"You knew my father."

"Your father?"

"Thaidakar."

"Yes, I knew Thaidakar."

A long shattering breath emitted from Mythos' lips. "You tried to kill him."

"And he's tried to kill me."

"You work for Darkness." They reached the end of the tunnel, a seemingly blank wall. Mythos raised his eyebrows.

"Yes... but without that protection, I could not be freeing you currently." Rond pressed his hand to a wall. It split open, revealing a jungle path down a granite staircase.

Mythos groaned, "So who are the others?"

"You'll see."

They strode down the stairs in relative silence, the trees and animal life making their standard noises. A small pouring of rain drizzled on their backs; a welcome change from the stale chamber Mythos had lived in for the past while. Rond sighed as they reached a small clearing where-

"Micheal!" Mythos grinned, stepping away from Rond and walking to the surly man that surely was Micheal. Micheal nodded to Rond. How the man had changed. He was grizzled now with an unkempt blond beard and grim eyes.

Micheal and Rond had met by chance as Rond had captured one of his men and let them escape with information. They'd worked together, giving eachother assistance on different operations on slowly cracking down on Darkness' attempts to destroy TLT.

Rond nodded back. Micheal led Mythos into an armored transport, talking softly with eachother.

Rond watched for a few minutes as they left, grinning. He was doing good one way or another. Someday he would be able to watch as Darkness died with some sort of blade in his heart.

Feeling content with himself, he turned to go sneak his way back into the fortress. The priests on his side had been causing a good distraction, ready to deploy the reasons why Rond had been gone precisely when Mythos had escaped. 

However, he was stopped in his tracks barely after he began his trek. For right in the middle of his path stood Spook Von Kelsier holding two powerful weapons in either hand and an expression that could've curdled milk.

"High Priest Rond, I sentence you with treason. As punishment, you will receive..." The Narrator lifted his blades, "Death."

This should be banned because it is too long.

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

1 minute ago, ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ said:

This should be banned because it is too long.

lol 

well, would you rather it all in one post or a LOT of smaller ones?

[Immortal Platypus]

10 minutes ago, ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ said:

This should be banned because it is too long.

go to page 2500. now that was a long post

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

2 minutes ago, Immortal Platypus said:

go to page 2500. now that was a long post

If I’d done better prose in the latest post, it might’ve been at least as big as that one.

[Immortal Platypus]

20 minutes ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

Oh my gosh, I finally finished. This's been wild to write. Can't wait for more stuff. I'm gonna go read and stuff. 

"I fear death as one fears their own sword, cautious around it." Darkness grinned, eyes flaming red. "I am Death's sword, sharpened for service. Shall we begin?" 

Darkness closed his eyes, red energy flowing around him as two more arms sprouted on either side. Two long bo staffs formed in his hands, molten crimson glowed moodily from within each staff. The air sizzled and cracked with every move of the staffs. "Death is the music of life. Life is the symphony of eternity. The darkness is the creation of light."

"We begin."

Darkness' eyes gleamed as he rushed Platypus, moving from side to side, bo staffs spinning wildly in coordinated attacks on Platypus's flanks. Carefully planned strikes would hit Platypus on either side, each hit would feel searing, sending a rush of pain into Platypus, making his vision red for half a second. 

Power flowed in the air around the duel. To Platypus, it would seem as Darkness' own abilities causing it, but that was not it. It was Balance, carefully watching every motion, every attack, ever block, every parry. This would be interesting.

Would Platypus solve the puzzle and escape the second trial? Balance could only hope... if not, he would have to focus primarily on one of the others. The substitution in case Platypus could not fulfill his role.

It would hopefully never come to that.

  "Good. I wouldn't want someone too intimidated by something that isn't me. Might give them an excuse, you see." He smirked confidently, eyes narrowed, carefully watching Darkness' eyes.

"Our philosophy might have to disagree there," he said, leaping back as he saw the staves form. "Much as I would love to beat you, I have more important things than fake you."

Rolling right, he used his blade to force the staff to pass over him as he narrowly escaped the left staff. Feeling a strike hit him, watching his vision change, he knew it would happen again. He closed his eyes and fought by feel. He couldn't afford to be distracted by the red. 

The very air felt different as he flowed. Weapons clashed, and instead of clanging, to Platypus' ears, they chimed to a rhythmic beat, a pulse that echoed his heart. He spun, diverting and blocking multiple attacks at once, a master at this strange technique, scorned by some, but considered the perfected form of all arts by others. He continually moved backwards, retreating while his thoughts swirled. He had to advance from here. Without outside power, he couldn't beat Darkness in a 1v1. Not while his reach was less than 1/4 of his, and he had half as many weapons. 

"Well," he panted, retreating without looking backwards, eyes still closed as he somehow sensed Darkness' movements. "We both know that I can't beat you here, and we both ought to know that you can't beat me here. So what do you say we just move on? I have better things to do than fight fake Darkness, I need to stop real Darkness."

Just now, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

If I’d done better prose in the latest post, it might’ve been at least as big as that one.

yeah, but... eh.

also, having re-read page 2500 post and a few things, time for a little fun.

Hacob materialized in a plane of existence unknown to all save a few select people. "Alright Nowhere, where is he? I know you're harboring a Shadow somewhere. Where is he?" He strode forward aggressively, only to be blocked by Impossible.

"Calm down Hacob," he rumbled, before indicating past Nowhere. "If a Shadow came to us, don't you think we'd have told you?"

Thaid, if one of the Shadows is there, please RP with that one. If not, I'll use my backup plan.

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

4 minutes ago, Immortal Platypus said:

  "Good. I wouldn't want someone too intimidated by something that isn't me. Might give them an excuse, you see." He smirked confidently, eyes narrowed, carefully watching Darkness' eyes.

"Our philosophy might have to disagree there," he said, leaping back as he saw the staves form. "Much as I would love to beat you, I have more important things than fake you."

Rolling right, he used his blade to force the staff to pass over him as he narrowly escaped the left staff. Feeling a strike hit him, watching his vision change, he knew it would happen again. He closed his eyes and fought by feel. He couldn't afford to be distracted by the red. 

The very air felt different as he flowed. Weapons clashed, and instead of clanging, to Platypus' ears, they chimed to a rhythmic beat, a pulse that echoed his heart. He spun, diverting and blocking multiple attacks at once, a master at this strange technique, scorned by some, but considered the perfected form of all arts by others. He continually moved backwards, retreating while his thoughts swirled. He had to advance from here. Without outside power, he couldn't beat Darkness in a 1v1. Not while his reach was less than 1/4 of his, and he had half as many weapons. 

"Well," he panted, retreating without looking backwards, eyes still closed as he somehow sensed Darkness' movements. "We both know that I can't beat you here, and we both ought to know that you can't beat me here. So what do you say we just move on? I have better things to do than fight fake Darkness, I need to stop real Darkness."

Darkness seemed to hesitate, dropped a staff, and extended a hand, "Once you achieve the next balance, you will move on." Power zipped from Darkness' fingers, slamming into Platypus. 

A voice whispered, "Remember the knife."

Platypus was one again in the room, the palatable darkness hanging around him. Darkness formed with the strange red energy about him. he formed his two extra arms and the two weapons. "Ready to die?"

7 minutes ago, Immortal Platypus said:

yeah, but... eh.

also, having re-read page 2500 post and a few things, time for a little fun.

Hacob materialized in a plane of existence unknown to all save a few select people. "Alright Nowhere, where is he? I know you're harboring a Shadow somewhere. Where is he?" He strode forward aggressively, only to be blocked by Impossible.

"Calm down Hacob," he rumbled, before indicating past Nowhere. "If a Shadow came to us, don't you think we'd have told you?"

Thaid, if one of the Shadows is there, please RP with that one. If not, I'll use my backup plan.

You want me to rp as Nowhere in this situation?

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

Is it ok if I create a short backstory for the multiverse?

Edited February 8, 2024 by RoyalBeeMage

[The Bookwyrm he/him]

4 hours ago, RoyalBeeMage said:

Is it ok if I create a short backstory for the multiverse?

You could try...but to be fair it'll probably be forgotten.

There are like dozens of clashing lores in the deep pages of the thread that are completely irrelevant. Even though we have some plot right now...that's not always the case. So you could, but no promises it sticks.

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

at the dawn of time, many gods came into existence. they were known by many names and represented many things. some mortals saw them as one being while others saw them as individuals. after they created mortals they decided to create the 10 stones of power. powerful artefacts that held the power of the gods themselves. each stone had the power to enlighten someone about the endless multiverse. each stone has a herald (a being who contains the stone's entire power) and several avatars(beings who use the power of the stone to travel across dimensions). 

the locations of most of the stones are unknown as of right now except for 1. the stone of shattering. it has the power to shatter a conscience across the multiverse allowing them to control the minds of every version of themselves. the original conscience would live in a body that would slowly decay to the energy causing it to exist as raw energy. the current herald of the stone of shattering is royalbeemage AKA Roy.

1 hour ago, The Bookwyrm said:

You could try...but to be fair it'll probably be forgotten.

There are like dozens of clashing lores in the deep pages of the thread that are completely irrelevant. Even though we have some plot right now...that's not always the case. So you could, but no promises it sticks.

yeah probably. but i have to much time right now and it would help explain a few things that are happening in a few rp's for me.

[The Bookwyrm he/him]

17 hours ago, NameIess said:

Penelope perchance may have stood frozen, staring into the eyes of one who had long ago been among the greatest of heroes, but was now nothing more than an old man, coming closer to death every day. 
 

For his part, the old man in question likely would have coughed, breath coming in ragged gasps, muscles crying out in agony as he slowly sat up. 

“I always…wanted to teach a pineapple. I cannot remember why I thought it, but I always thought…one of you could bring out the true potential of my techniques. But now… I am sorry, young one. I am so far gone…I cannot teach any longer.”

Hehehe time for plot. Don't you love taking something tangentially relevant and making it an important event?

Suddenly, Avatar burst through the door of the hut. He was dressed in all black, and his eyes held a glimmer of malice. He rested the flat of his Plotblade on his shoulder.

"Well," he said smiling, "I seem to be interrupting."

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

Just now, The Bookwyrm said:

Hehehe time for plot. Don't you love taking something tangentially relevant and making it an important event?

Suddenly, Avatar burst through the door of the hut. He was dressed in all black, and his eyes held a glimmer of malice. He rested the flat of his Plotblade on his shoulder.

"Well," he said smiling, "I seem to be interrupting."

Abalador stood there. "Ha Ha"

[Immortal Platypus]

9 hours ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

Darkness seemed to hesitate, dropped a staff, and extended a hand, "Once you achieve the next balance, you will move on." Power zipped from Darkness' fingers, slamming into Platypus. 

A voice whispered, "Remember the knife."

Platypus was one again in the room, the palatable darkness hanging around him. Darkness formed with the strange red energy about him. he formed his two extra arms and the two weapons. "Ready to die?"

You want me to rp as Nowhere in this situation?

"The next balance, eh? Darkness, you are preventing the balance. Fine."

Platypus ignored the voice, blocking it out. He couldn't be distracted if he wanted to kill Darkness.

Platypus looked around, eyes finally open. "Never more so. Unfortunately, I have things to do." He feinted a charge at Darkness and then pursued, not fighting as hard as he could yet.

That would be great, and Shadow as well if one is here.

7 hours ago, RoyalBeeMage said:

Is it ok if I create a short backstory for the multiverse?

it probably won't be canon, but it could be your headcanon. Or you could come from a different universe where this backstory happened. Maybe you got locked up in TLT by the Enullers like a Narrator cause you had powers similar to one.

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

TLT is whatever you make it.  Best part about it imo.

Everyone appears near Platypus and Darkness. "Ooh, a fight. Jolly good." They sit back and observe.

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

26 minutes ago, Sequence said:

TLT is whatever you make it.  Best part about it imo.

Everyone appears near Platypus and Darkness. "Ooh, a fight. Jolly good." They sit back and observe.

However, Everyone suddenly found themselves in an alternate dimension with an old man named Teddy B Ear.

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

5 minutes ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

However, Everyone suddenly found themselves in an alternate dimension with an old man named Teddy B Ear.

Everyone blinked, looking around in confusion. "Huh. never had that happen before."

[NameIess]

4 hours ago, The Bookwyrm said:

Hehehe time for plot. Don't you love taking something tangentially relevant and making it an important event?

Suddenly, Avatar burst through the door of the hut. He was dressed in all black, and his eyes held a glimmer of malice. He rested the flat of his Plotblade on his shoulder.

"Well," he said smiling, "I seem to be interrupting."

Penelope, now confirmed to be real by the presence of someone else who was real, stumbled back in shock.

Nin's master stared at Avatar. "You are here to...kill her, I presume?" Old instincts took over, and in an awe-inspiring display of physical strength (For a decrepit old man with both feet in the grave) he managed to rise to his feet. "I'm afraid that I cannot allow this to happen. As long as I live, you will not harm her."

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

1 minute ago, NameIess said:

Penelope, now confirmed to be real by the presence of someone else who was real, stumbled back in shock.

Nin's master stared at Avatar. "You are here to...kill her, I presume?" Old instincts took over, and in an awe-inspiring display of physical strength (For a decrepit old man with both feet in the grave) he managed to rise to his feet. "I'm afraid that I cannot allow this to happen. As long as I live, you will not harm her."

Abalador poked Avatar in the back. "Yo"

[The Bookwyrm he/him]

27 minutes ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

Abalador poked Avatar in the back. "Yo"

A small barrier of darkness solidified in front of Abalador's finger before he could touch Avatar.

29 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Penelope, now confirmed to be real by the presence of someone else who was real, stumbled back in shock.

Nin's master stared at Avatar. "You are here to...kill her, I presume?" Old instincts took over, and in an awe-inspiring display of physical strength (For a decrepit old man with both feet in the grave) he managed to rise to his feet. "I'm afraid that I cannot allow this to happen. As long as I live, you will not harm her."

Avatar laughed. "Her? Why would I care about her? A fledgling pineapple has nothing for me, sapient though she may be."

Avatar stepped closer, looming over Nin's Master's frail body. He held his Plotblade in front of him and stroked the flat of the blade.

"No. I'm here to kill you."

[NameIess]

1 minute ago, The Bookwyrm said:

Avatar laughed. "Her? Why would I care about her? A fledgling pineapple has nothing for me, sapient though she may be."

Avatar stepped closer, looming over Nin's Master's frail body. He held his Plotblade in front of him and stroked the flat of the blade.

"No. I'm here to kill you."

Nin's master froze. "Me? What will killing an utterly useless old man do for you?"

[The Bookwyrm he/him]

5 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Nin's master froze. "Me? What will killing an utterly useless old man do for you?"

Avatar held the Plotblade towards Nin's master, letting him study it. "Do you know what this is?"

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

45 minutes ago, The Bookwyrm said:

A small barrier of darkness solidified in front of Abalador's finger before he could touch Avatar.

Avatar laughed. "Her? Why would I care about her? A fledgling pineapple has nothing for me, sapient though she may be."

Avatar stepped closer, looming over Nin's Master's frail body. He held his Plotblade in front of him and stroked the flat of the blade.

"No. I'm here to kill you."

"Rude"

[NameIess]

3 hours ago, The Bookwyrm said:

Avatar held the Plotblade towards Nin's master, letting him study it. "Do you know what this is?"

Nin’s master glanced at the Plotblade. “A sword?”

[The Bookwyrm he/him]

2 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Nin’s master glanced at the Plotblade. “A sword?”

"This," Avatar said, "Is the Plotblade of Unity. Or at least an Echo of it. Lucky for me, this Echo holds the same properties as the original sword. Namely, the ability to take the essence of those it slays and incorporate it into the essence of the wielder."

Avatar smiled wickedly. "So. You may only be an utterly useless old man right now, but inside you is still deep wisdom and power, buried under the burdens of age and pain. You can't access yourself anymore. But that power let you train some of the most powerful heroes in history.

"What could someone like me do with that power and wisdom?"

[NameIess]

1 hour ago, The Bookwyrm said:

"This," Avatar said, "Is the Plotblade of Unity. Or at least an Echo of it. Lucky for me, this Echo holds the same properties as the original sword. Namely, the ability to take the essence of those it slays and incorporate it into the essence of the wielder."

Avatar smiled wickedly. "So. You may only be an utterly useless old man right now, but inside you is still deep wisdom and power, buried under the burdens of age and pain. You can't access yourself anymore. But that power let you train some of the most powerful heroes in history.

"What could someone like me do with that power and wisdom?"

Nin's master laughed hoarsely. "A great teacher, eh?" His laughter died, and his expression filled with sorrow. "I have never been a great teacher. Though I have taught dozens of students, I have never managed to lead any of them to mastery of my techniques. None of them have ever surpassed my peak, save for Nin, and he only did so after he abandoned my path to forge his own."

Nin's master took a step towards Avatar, legs trembling at the effort, and spoke in a low whisper. "Do you know what it is to grow old as I have? To feel your strength drain away, replaced by a pathetic weakness? Do you know what it is to feel your instincts abandon you, to watch as your mind and soul decay away until thinking is more tiring than the greatest battles of your youth?"

Edited February 8, 2024 by NameIess