The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Immortal Platypus]

35 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

waiting for Nameless

#relatable.

Zanitar looked at the OA questioningly. Had he heard anything that was said?

@Ancient Elantrian

[xinoehp512 he/him]

9 minutes ago, Immortal Platypus said:

#relatable.

Karma for me XD

[Immortal Platypus]

1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said:

Karma for me XD

just a little  

[The H]

"All right, all right!" Yrank yelled. (I had to read over 100 posts in the last 5 minutes, forgive me.) "What is even going on here?!"

At the abruptness of his voice, he quietened down and softened it. "Is there any chance somebody could explain a few things? Like first of all..." He softened further, "the Plotblades are real?

[xinoehp512 he/him]

Guys

Something terrible has happened

I FORGOT JEREMY

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

*gasp* NOT JEREMY who's Jeremy

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

14 hours ago, Immortal Platypus said:

#relatable.

Zanitar looked at the OA questioningly. Had he heard anything that was said?

@Ancient Elantrian

No.

no he had not.

whoops

[xinoehp512 he/him]

1 hour ago, Through The Living Glass said:

*gasp* NOT JEREMY who's Jeremy

Jeremy is Jeremy 

On 11/4/2023 at 10:41 PM, xinoehp512 said:

While battles were waged and legends were made, an entirely normal human with nothing unusual about him in the slightest appeared in the middle of nowhere*.

His name was Jeremy, and he was very confused**.

"Where am I?" he asked first of all, and then: "Who am I?"

*Well, nothing unusual except for the whole "having appeared from nowhere" deal, although - to be fair - that in itself was not a particularly unique trait in this setting.
**You would be too, if you were in his situation. Don't take your knowledge of prior existence for granted! You never know when a particularly unfortunate rock of alarming size will take it all away.***
***To be clear, that is not what happened here. Jeremy never had knowledge of prior existence to begin with.

[NameIess]

On 10/3/2024 at 2:52 PM, xinoehp512 said:

Selppaenip bowed and followed ... out the door. 

Outside, he paused. Master ... does not ride a mount, he realized. So I shall not either.

He matched ...'s stride as they walked down the street. I hope that I am being normal, he thought to himself as he stuffed a would-be pickpocket goblin into a trash can.

At first, Selppaenip saw nothing out of the ordinary about how his master walked. Then, he realized that there was nothing out of the ordinary about how ... walked. No magical beings attempted to rob him, no crazy wizards approached with quests. ... simply walked down the street, humming softly to himself with his hands in his pockets.

--

Instead of the quiet mutterings and gasps that had preceded the Brave Adventurer's first announcement, his accusation was met with absolute stunned silence. For a single breathless moment, not a single person in all the crowd could speak. Then the moment ended, and there was chaos.

"Liar!" called one voice. "He would never harbor such evil plots!" Called another. "That old man's always had a shifty way about him. We must send adventurers to stop him before it's too late!" Was the answering cry from across the room. Then everyone was shouting at once, some few in support of the Great Wizard, some others against him, but most simply shouted for proof, for evidence to back up this accusation.

The Brave Adventurer simply stood still, smiling inwardly and waiting for the hubbub to cease. Eventually, after much gavel banging by the Honest Judge, silence was achieved. The room was balanced on a knife's edge, many seeming ready to turn the council into a brawl if they did not like his next words.

"I understand that these words are not ones that any of you wish to hear." The Brave Adventurer said, shaking his head solemnly. "The Great Wizard may have only recently acquired a seat on the council, but he was a founding member of this Order, and a personal friend of my predecessor besides. Indeed, although we had often clashed about minor matters of running the Order, I had nothing but the greatest respect for him, and to believe such treachery of any member of this Order, much less a founding member? I do not make this accusation lightly."

He waved a hand, signaling to one of his aids standing on a high balcony. "In fact, I was not the first to make this accusation. No, the one who brought his concerns to me was the Wise Scholar!" A small door on the opposite side of the room from the great doors of the hall, sealed shut with their massive bars until the council ended, opened, and a small procession walked through it. At their head, the Wise Scholar stood, face filled with sorrow, and determination. As they made their way through the crowd, the Brave Adventurer continued.

"I would not have believed an accusation of this magnitude from just anybody. But the Wise Scholar has known the Great Wizard since before the Order was founded, and has been one of his closest friends and allies for far too long to have any motives for betrayal. He came to me in the dead of night, greatly distressed, and told me of his suspicions. He had long made habit of studying his friend's powers, and as part of his research he tracked the movements of many of the Great Wizard's enchanted minions. In his research, he had discovered an odd pattern: His friend seemed to be tracking the movements of any quest that involved searching for forgotten weapons, particularly if there was a rumor that there might be Plotblades involved. Confused by this, the Wise Scholar went and confronted his friend, asking him the purpose of his actions."

The Wise Scholar had reached the center of the room, eyes downcast.

"I'll let him tell you the rest of the story." Spoke the Brave Adventurer, resting a reassuring hand on the Wise Scholar's shoulder. The Wise Scholar flinched at the contact, but spoke in a wavering voice.

"He... he was silent at first, but then he told me... told me he'd been trying to figure out where the two most dangerous Plotblades were. He said that he'd learned of their existence long ago, and had been trying to find them ever since. I was shocked. I asked him why he'd kept this a secret from the rest of the Order. He said that they were too dangerous for us to have, that he couldn't trust that someone wouldn't try to claim them, and even if he could, he said that the only way to keep them secure was to make sure that as few as possible knew they existed."

Clenching his fists, the Wise Scholar looked up at the gathered crowd. "I was... suspicious. I began tracking the movements of his fluffy minions more closely, in order to be certain of the truth of his words. However, I found that one in particular seemed to disappear for periods of time, beyond any realm that I could see. So I set forth a plan to intercept it without his knowing, and... I found this."

The Wise Scholar withdrew a note from his robe, unfolding it carefully. He stared at the note for a moment, then carefully set it down on the Nonagonal table. "The note is part of a correspondence that my friend had with the Dreamsmith. It reads: 'Yes, I can combine the Plotblades and reforge them in the way you asked. It should remove the personality warping effect that they have upon the wielder and make them much safer to use.'" He bowed his head. "This confirmed my darkest suspicions. My friend... he plots to claim the Blades. Not only that, but he plans to take them to the Dreamsmith, who will reforge them, making them even more dangerous. I do not wish to say this, but... we must stop him. He must not be allowed to find the Blades."

The Brave Adventurer nodded. "Thank you, Wise Scholar. I know this is hard for you, but we cannot ignore the Great Wizard's treachery any longer. We must send out a squad of our most elite adventurers to find him and bring him here for trial. Unless..." He turned slowly, moving his gaze across the room. "Perhaps, Great Wizard, you wish to save us the trouble? I sense some in this room who do not belong. Perhaps you are watching, through the eyes of your spies. Come forth, and defend yourself."

@SpiritOfWrath@Ancient Elantrian@Immortal Platypus@Through The Living Glass

Edited October 5, 2024 by NameIess

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

5 minutes ago, NameIess said:

At first, Selppaenip saw nothing out of the ordinary about how his master walked. Then, he realized that there was nothing out of the ordinary about how ... walked. No magical beings attempted to rob him, no crazy wizards approached with quests. ... simply walked down the street, humming softly to himself with his hands in his pockets.

--

Instead of the quiet mutterings and gasps that had preceded the Brave Adventurer's first announcement, his accusation was met with absolute stunned silence. For a single breathless moment, not a single person in all the crowd could speak. Then the moment ended, and there was chaos.

"Liar!" called one voice. "He would never harbor such evil plots!" Called another. "That old man's always had a shifty way about him. We must send adventurers to stop him before it's too late!" Was the answering cry from across the room. Then everyone was shouting at once, some few in support of the Great Wizard, some others against him, but most simply shouted for proof, for evidence to back up this accusation.

The Brave Adventurer simply stood still, smiling inwardly and waiting for the hubbub to cease. Eventually, after much gavel banging by the Honest Judge, silence was achieved. The room was balanced on a knife's edge, many seeming ready to turn the council into a brawl if they did not like his next words.

"I understand that these words are not ones that any of you wish to hear." The Brave Adventurer said, shaking his head solemnly. "The Great Wizard may have only recently acquired a seat on the council, but he was a founding member of this Order, and a personal friend of my predecessor besides. Indeed, although we had often clashed about minor matters of running the Order, I had nothing but the greatest respect for him, and to believe such treachery of any member of this Order, much less a founding member? I do not make this accusation lightly."

He waved a hand, signaling to one of his aids standing on a high balcony. "In fact, I was not the first to make this accusation. No, the one who brought his concerns to me was the Wise Scholar!" A small door on the opposite side of the room from the great doors of the hall, sealed shut with their massive bars until the council ended, opened, and a small procession walked through it. At their head, the Wise Scholar stood, face filled with sorrow, and determination. As they made their way through the crowd, the Brave Adventurer continued.

"I would not have believed an accusation of this magnitude from just anybody. But the Wise Scholar has known the Great Wizard since before the Order was founded, and has been one of his closest friends and allies for far too long to have any motives for betrayal. He came to me in the dead of night, greatly distressed, and told me of his suspicions. He had long made habit of studying his friend's powers, and as part of his research he tracked the movements of many of the Great Wizard's enchanted minions. In his research, he had discovered an odd pattern: His friend seemed to be tracking the movements of any quest that involved searching for forgotten weapons, particularly if there was a rumor that there might be Plotblades involved. Confused by this, the Wise Scholar went and confronted his friend, asking him the purpose of his actions."

The Wise Scholar had reached the center of the room, eyes downcast.

"I'll let him tell you the rest of the story." Spoke the Brave Adventurer, resting a reassuring hand on the Wise Scholar's shoulder. The Wise Scholar flinched at the contact, but spoke in a wavering voice.

"He... he was silent at first, but then he told me... told me he'd been trying to figure out where the two most dangerous Plotblades were. He said that he'd learned of their existence long ago, and had been trying to find them ever since. I was shocked. I asked him why he'd kept this a secret from the rest of the Order. He said that they were too dangerous for us to have, that he couldn't trust that someone wouldn't try to claim them, and even if he could, he said that the only way to keep them secure was to make sure that as few as possible knew they existed."

Clenching his fists, the Wise Scholar looked up at the gathered crowd. "I was... suspicious. I began tracking the movements of his fluffy minions more closely, in order to be certain of the truth of his words. However, I found that one in particular seemed to disappear for periods of time, beyond any realm that I could see. So I set forth a plan to intercept it without his knowing, and... I found this."

The Wise Scholar withdrew a note from his robe, unfolding it carefully. He stared at the note for a moment, then carefully set it down on the Nonagonal table. "The note is part of a correspondence that my friend had with the Dreamsmith. It reads: 'Yes, I can combine the Plotblades and reforge them in the way you asked. It should remove the personality warping effect that they have upon the wielder and make them much safer to use.'" He bowed his head. "This confirmed my darkest suspicions. My friend... he plots to claim the Blades. Not only that, but he plans to take them to the Dreamsmith, who will reforge them, making them even more dangerous. I do not wish to say this, but... we must stop him. He must not be allowed to find the Blades."

The Brave Adventurer nodded. "Thank you, Wise Scholar. I know this is hard for you, but we cannot ignore the Great Wizard's treachery any longer. We must send out a squad of our most elite adventurers to find him and bring him here for trial. Unless..." He turned slowly, moving his gaze across the room. "Perhaps, Great Wizard, you wish to save us the trouble? I sense some in this room who do not belong. Perhaps you are watching, through the eyes of your spies. Come forth, and defend yourself."

@SpiritOfWrath@Ancient Elantrian@Immortal Platypus@Through The Living Glass

Tull exited the passage with his hands up. “We didn’t come here purposefully. We fell through a portal, looking for a weapon.”

[Immortal Platypus]

20 hours ago, The H said:

"All right, all right!" Yrank yelled. (I had to read over 100 posts in the last 5 minutes, forgive me.) "What is even going on here?!"

At the abruptness of his voice, he quietened down and softened it. "Is there any chance somebody could explain a few things? Like first of all..." He softened further, "the Plotblades are real?

Zanitar glared at him. "Don't you speak of Plotblades! Those things are better left unmentioned. But... yes. They are very, very real, and very capable of causing devastation."

17 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

Guys

Something terrible has happened

I FORGOT JEREMY

I also forgot Jeremy.

NOT JEREMY! He didn't deserve this.

8 hours ago, Ancient Elantrian said:

No.

no he had not.

whoops

Zanitar swiveled his glare to the OA. "Well? Can you help us? We need to leave very soon if we want to be able to do anything. The plot is moving quickly, and if we don't act with haste, it will be over before we get there."

16 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Instead of the quiet mutterings and gasps that had preceded the Brave Adventurer's first announcement, his accusation was met with absolute stunned silence. For a single breathless moment, not a single person in all the crowd could speak. Then the moment ended, and there was chaos.

"Liar!" called one voice. "He would never harbor such evil plots!" Called another. "That old man's always had a shifty way about him. We must send adventurers to stop him before it's too late!" Was the answering cry from across the room. Then everyone was shouting at once, some few in support of the Great Wizard, some others against him, but most simply shouted for proof, for evidence to back up this accusation.

The Brave Adventurer simply stood still, smiling inwardly and waiting for the hubbub to cease. Eventually, after much gavel banging by the Honest Judge, silence was achieved. The room was balanced on a knife's edge, many seeming ready to turn the council into a brawl if they did not like his next words.

"I understand that these words are not ones that any of you wish to hear." The Brave Adventurer said, shaking his head solemnly. "The Great Wizard may have only recently acquired a seat on the council, but he was a founding member of this Order, and a personal friend of my predecessor besides. Indeed, although we had often clashed about minor matters of running the Order, I had nothing but the greatest respect for him, and to believe such treachery of any member of this Order, much less a founding member? I do not make this accusation lightly."

He waved a hand, signaling to one of his aids standing on a high balcony. "In fact, I was not the first to make this accusation. No, the one who brought his concerns to me was the Wise Scholar!" A small door on the opposite side of the room from the great doors of the hall, sealed shut with their massive bars until the council ended, opened, and a small procession walked through it. At their head, the Wise Scholar stood, face filled with sorrow, and determination. As they made their way through the crowd, the Brave Adventurer continued.

"I would not have believed an accusation of this magnitude from just anybody. But the Wise Scholar has known the Great Wizard since before the Order was founded, and has been one of his closest friends and allies for far too long to have any motives for betrayal. He came to me in the dead of night, greatly distressed, and told me of his suspicions. He had long made habit of studying his friend's powers, and as part of his research he tracked the movements of many of the Great Wizard's enchanted minions. In his research, he had discovered an odd pattern: His friend seemed to be tracking the movements of any quest that involved searching for forgotten weapons, particularly if there was a rumor that there might be Plotblades involved. Confused by this, the Wise Scholar went and confronted his friend, asking him the purpose of his actions."

The Wise Scholar had reached the center of the room, eyes downcast.

"I'll let him tell you the rest of the story." Spoke the Brave Adventurer, resting a reassuring hand on the Wise Scholar's shoulder. The Wise Scholar flinched at the contact, but spoke in a wavering voice.

"He... he was silent at first, but then he told me... told me he'd been trying to figure out where the two most dangerous Plotblades were. He said that he'd learned of their existence long ago, and had been trying to find them ever since. I was shocked. I asked him why he'd kept this a secret from the rest of the Order. He said that they were too dangerous for us to have, that he couldn't trust that someone wouldn't try to claim them, and even if he could, he said that the only way to keep them secure was to make sure that as few as possible knew they existed."

Clenching his fists, the Wise Scholar looked up at the gathered crowd. "I was... suspicious. I began tracking the movements of his fluffy minions more closely, in order to be certain of the truth of his words. However, I found that one in particular seemed to disappear for periods of time, beyond any realm that I could see. So I set forth a plan to intercept it without his knowing, and... I found this."

The Wise Scholar withdrew a note from his robe, unfolding it carefully. He stared at the note for a moment, then carefully set it down on the Nonagonal table. "The note is part of a correspondence that my friend had with the Dreamsmith. It reads: 'Yes, I can combine the Plotblades and reforge them in the way you asked. It should remove the personality warping effect that they have upon the wielder and make them much safer to use.'" He bowed his head. "This confirmed my darkest suspicions. My friend... he plots to claim the Blades. Not only that, but he plans to take them to the Dreamsmith, who will reforge them, making them even more dangerous. I do not wish to say this, but... we must stop him. He must not be allowed to find the Blades."

The Brave Adventurer nodded. "Thank you, Wise Scholar. I know this is hard for you, but we cannot ignore the Great Wizard's treachery any longer. We must send out a squad of our most elite adventurers to find him and bring him here for trial. Unless..." He turned slowly, moving his gaze across the room. "Perhaps, Great Wizard, you wish to save us the trouble? I sense some in this room who do not belong. Perhaps you are watching, through the eyes of your spies. Come forth, and defend yourself."

Platypus jerked upright. "The Dreamsmith? I will have to go there. I must speak to the Dreamsmith about this immediately. Either I can clear the Great Wizard's name, or perhaps I can bring evidence to bear against him."

With this in mind, and the idea of perhaps getting something else to add to his shelf (though it might go on his other shelf, the one full of other magic, but significantly less important items. It depends on how useful the item would be), Platypus set off to the Dreamsmith.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

20 minutes ago, NameIess said:

At first, Selppaenip saw nothing out of the ordinary about how his master walked. Then, he realized that there was nothing out of the ordinary about how ... walked. No magical beings attempted to rob him, no crazy wizards approached with quests. ... simply walked down the street, humming softly to himself with his hands in his pockets.

Selppaenip was so stunned by this epiphany that he disarmed the attempted armed robber on pure instinct alone. It was only after the man was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy that Selppaenip realized that he might be doing something wrong.

With some effort, he forcefully restrained himself from using his extensive hand-to-hand combat training to defeat the man in seven seconds. Unfortunately, he was not entirely successful, and was only able to keep his time over a minute.

He sighed, releasing the man from a headlock and letting his unconscious body slump to the ground. "Master," he said despondently, "I fear there is something about this 'normalcy' that I cannot grasp."

19 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Tull exited the passage with his hands up. “We didn’t come here purposefully. We fell through a portal, looking for a weapon.”

It took Erif a second to register what Tull was doing- a second in which, unfortunately, he was doing nothing to dissuade him from walking directly into the room full of powerful adventurers and loudly proclaiming 'WE DIDN'T DO IT.'"

[The H]

"But let's say we forge the Plotblades into one," Yrank put forward, hand on Erif's shoulder, hoping to calm down the lad. "Would it be so powerful that no mortal could safely wield it?

"Considering the Plotblades as real weapons as opposed to mythological relics is quite new to me, however, it seems to me that the Plotblades could be inferior to an endless imagination. If you have the willpower in TLT, won't the event happen anyway? What do the Plotblades give that we don't already have?"

Edited October 5, 2024 by The H

[xinoehp512 he/him]

3 minutes ago, The H said:

"But let's say we forge the Plotblades into one," Yrank put forward, hand on Erif's shoulder, hoping to calm down the lad. "Would it be so powerful that no mortal could safely wield it?

"Considering the Plotblades as real weapons as opposed to mythological relics is quite new to me, however, it seems to me that the Plotblades could be inferior to an endless imagination. If you have the willpower in TLT, won't the event happen anyway? What do the Plotblades give that we don't already have?"

Erif jumped and let out a strangled half-scream as the strange old man appeared from nowhere behind him.

"What- Who- How-?"

Why Erif?

15 minutes ago, Immortal Platypus said:

Zanitar glared at him. "Don't you speak of Plotblades! Those things are better left unmentioned. But... yes. They are very, very real, and very capable of causing devastation."

Nogard's curiosity was piqued at the mention of "Plotblades". He'd never heard of them before, but they sounded important.

[The H]

2 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Why Erif?

20 minutes ago, Immortal Platypus said:

(Yrank saw him a bit jumpy. He likes to comfort people younger than him, the story behind this I hope I can touch on someday)

Edited October 5, 2024 by The H

[xinoehp512 he/him]

1 minute ago, The H said:

(Yrank saw him a bit jumpy, he likes to comfort people younger than him, which I hope I can touch on more someday)

(Makes sense. But you should know Erif isn't with the rest of the group. He and Tull entered together through a completely different way.)

Edited October 5, 2024 by xinoehp512

[The H]

1 minute ago, xinoehp512 said:

(Makes sense. But you should know Erif isn't with the rest of the group. He and Tull entered together through a completely different way.)

Blast...

[xinoehp512 he/him]

To be fair, there's no reason why Hrank couldn't have just showed up without explanation behind Erif. This is TLT.

Erif stared at the old man with wild eyes. "I didn't do it," he said automatically.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

19 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Nogard's curiosity was piqued at the mention of "Plotblades". He'd never heard of them before, but they sounded important.

Shoe had zoned out. What was going on?

He poked Nogard and made a confused face.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

6 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Shoe had zoned out. What was going on?

He poked Nogard and made a confused face.

"There's a meeting of the Brave Adventurers where they're going to discuss 'Plotblades'," whispered Nogard. "Do you know what those are? They sound important! Anyways, we're planning to infiltrate it to hear what's going on."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, xinoehp512 said:

"There's a meeting of the Brave Adventurers where they're going to discuss 'Plotblades'," whispered Nogard. "Do you know what those are? They sound important! Anyways, we're planning to infiltrate it to hear what's going on."

Thanks for the TL;DR lol

Shoe shook his head; he didn't know what they were.

He was intrigued, however.

*stealth mode activate*

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

24 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

To be fair, there's no reason why Hrank couldn't have just showed up without explanation behind Erif. This is TLT.

Erif stared at the old man with wild eyes. "I didn't do it," he said automatically.

Tull gave a stuttering explanation. “I heard a rumor of a mythical weapon, and I went following it. I met Erif on the way. We found a blue portal, and it took us to a secret passage in the wall. I think someone was spying on you guys.”

[Immortal Platypus]

3 hours ago, The H said:

"But let's say we forge the Plotblades into one," Yrank put forward, hand on Erif's shoulder, hoping to calm down the lad. "Would it be so powerful that no mortal could safely wield it?

"Considering the Plotblades as real weapons as opposed to mythological relics is quite new to me, however, it seems to me that the Plotblades could be inferior to an endless imagination. If you have the willpower in TLT, won't the event happen anyway? What do the Plotblades give that we don't already have?"

A squirrel that happened to be there piped up. "You couldn't forge the Plotblades into one. The only person that ever accomplished that was Plot himself, and he is long dead. Even if you could, it would be far too powerful to wield. The only being I can think of that might have the power to do that besides Plot is is the Witherlord, and we don't want him to have any more power."

"As for your other point, the Plotblades are inferior to Narrators in many ways, the most obvious of which is their limitations. However, they have significantly more power than a Narrator, it is just incredibly difficult to access. The Plotblades give raw energy, which can be converted into Plotweaving, Narrating, Creating, Destroying, Changing,  really anything. With a Plotblade, even a non-Narrator could potentially Narrate! You clearly don't understand just how powerful these things are! It is an essential thing that they are limited in scope, or TLT as we know it would likely be destroyed!"

He took a deep breath and, turning to the Brave Adventurer, he continued, "I would be quite intrigued to hear which Plotblades you are referring to. To be more dangerous than Endings would be quite the feat, not to mention Lore. I don't know how a Plotblade could possibly be more dangerous than Lore."

3 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

Nogard's curiosity was piqued at the mention of "Plotblades". He'd never heard of them before, but they sounded important.

2 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

"There's a meeting of the Brave Adventurers where they're going to discuss 'Plotblades'," whispered Nogard. "Do you know what those are? They sound important! Anyways, we're planning to infiltrate it to hear what's going on."

2 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Thanks for the TL;DR lol

Shoe shook his head; he didn't know what they were.

He was intrigued, however.

*stealth mode activate*

"How do none of you know what Plotblades are? They've been an important part of the lore for 100s of pages now! This is like not knowing what a Narrationblade or an Ennuller is!"

Shaking his head with exasperation, he turned to the Once-Author. "Can you take us to the meeting secretly, or should we use my magic? My magic will almost certainly take longer."

[NameIess]

3 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

Selppaenip was so stunned by this epiphany that he disarmed the attempted armed robber on pure instinct alone. It was only after the man was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy that Selppaenip realized that he might be doing something wrong.

With some effort, he forcefully restrained himself from using his extensive hand-to-hand combat training to defeat the man in seven seconds. Unfortunately, he was not entirely successful, and was only able to keep his time over a minute.

He sighed, releasing the man from a headlock and letting his unconscious body slump to the ground. "Master," he said despondently, "I fear there is something about this 'normalcy' that I cannot grasp."

"If you think you can never be normal, then you are not watching closely enough. Do not look for what I do, but for how I do it. Now come on, we're close to our destination."

3 hours ago, Immortal Platypus said:

Platypus jerked upright. "The Dreamsmith? I will have to go there. I must speak to the Dreamsmith about this immediately. Either I can clear the Great Wizard's name, or perhaps I can bring evidence to bear against him."

With this in mind, and the idea of perhaps getting something else to add to his shelf (though it might go on his other shelf, the one full of other magic, but significantly less important items. It depends on how useful the item would be), Platypus set off to the Dreamsmith.

The Dreamsmith, wherever he resided, felt the portent of Platypus's coming, and fired up his forge. 

--

The Brave Adventurer reached out and grabbed something from the table before him. He snapped his fingers, breaking the spell that gave the rabbit invisibility. "You see? He sends his spies among us! This is the final proof of his trea-"

4 hours ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Tull exited the passage with his hands up. “We didn’t come here purposefully. We fell through a portal, looking for a weapon.”

The Brave Adventurer, along with everyone else in the room, turned in shock to stare as first Tull, then Erif, then Yrank, then a talking squirrel appeared. Then the Valiant One sprang to his feet, Shardblade forming in his hands. "How dare you intrude here?" In moments, the group was surrounded by a sea of angry adventurers with swords drawn.

The Brave Adventurer frowned down at them, still holding the rabbit in his hand. "Who... are you? Do you work for the Great Wizard?"

@The H

[xinoehp512 he/him]

49 minutes ago, Immortal Platypus said:

A squirrel that happened to be there piped up. "You couldn't forge the Plotblades into one. The only person that ever accomplished that was Plot himself, and he is long dead. Even if you could, it would be far too powerful to wield. The only being I can think of that might have the power to do that besides Plot is is the Witherlord, and we don't want him to have any more power."

"As for your other point, the Plotblades are inferior to Narrators in many ways, the most obvious of which is their limitations. However, they have significantly more power than a Narrator, it is just incredibly difficult to access. The Plotblades give raw energy, which can be converted into Plotweaving, Narrating, Creating, Destroying, Changing,  really anything. With a Plotblade, even a non-Narrator could potentially Narrate! You clearly don't understand just how powerful these things are! It is an essential thing that they are limited in scope, or TLT as we know it would likely be destroyed!"

He took a deep breath and, turning to the Brave Adventurer, he continued, "I would be quite intrigued to hear which Plotblades you are referring to. To be more dangerous than Endings would be quite the feat, not to mention Lore. I don't know how a Plotblade could possibly be more dangerous than Lore."

Erif slowly got more and more cross-eyed as he listened to the loquacious squirrel.

"Uh," he said. "Who is Plot? Who is the Witherlord?"

 

31 minutes ago, NameIess said:

"If you think you can never be normal, then you are not watching closely enough. Do not look for what I do, but for how I do it. Now come on, we're close to our destination."

Selppaenip frowned. Those were particularly confusing words. He supposed that must mean they were particularly wise.

TP wagged his tail excitedly as they approached the Chinese restaurant. He thumped Selppaenip with his snout.

"Ah yes," grunted Selppaenip. "TP wishes to order whatever on the menu is hottest."

49 minutes ago, Immortal Platypus said:

"How do none of you know what Plotblades are? They've been an important part of the lore for 100s of pages now! This is like not knowing what a Narrationblade or an Ennuller is!"

"Uh," said Nogard weakly. "Maybe you could give us a crash course on those too?"

They're new, cut them some slack  

31 minutes ago, NameIess said:

The Brave Adventurer, along with everyone else in the room, turned in shock to stare as first Tull, then Erif, then Yrank, then a talking squirrel appeared. Then the Valiant One sprang to his feet, Shardblade forming in his hands. "How dare you intrude here?" In moments, the group was surrounded by a sea of angry adventurers with swords drawn.

The Brave Adventurer frowned down at them, still holding the rabbit in his hand. "Who... are you? Do you work for the Great Wizard?"

Erif let out a mental groan. Far above, thunder rumbled.

You just had to speak, he thought grouchily. We could have stayed hidden, but you just had to speak. Oh well, time to use what he'd been taught to do in situations like this.

"I want a lawyer," he said firmly.

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In the cave where Nogard, Shoe, OA, Zanitar, and others were, Qodi inexplicably wasn't.

Edited October 6, 2024 by xinoehp512