The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

Just now, xinoehp512 said:

"Deal!" declared the Bacon Bard, taking her hand and shaking. "Me first. What are those files you're so interested in?"

“Guarantee that you’ll be able to answer my question.”

[Immortal Platypus]

15 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Yes… it is. But like, why? Who are you asking about? Nothing was known about the person I used for the portal. (If the comment is about the curse, I only wanted to get rid of it, so it was a narrower scope of what knowledge gap was required)

Tull gained some knowledge about the blades when he was hit by one, bc his life’s goal was to get them. They basically enabled him to get and use them.

read the comment I quoted. It just has it backwards.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

1 hour ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

“I don’t think that would happen. He only used the dark blade for that.”

Tull sliced Erif with the lighter blade, which he sensed was named “Benevolent Plot Twists”. Immediately, the rain stopped outside.

”It worked!”

Jilu watched the exchange with wonder. This man was clearly powerful.

Erif felt the blade touch his skin-

-and then he was somewhere else.

---

Erif floated in the air, surrounded by four veils of shimmering light. He was in a hall- although the word seemed so pale to describe the majesty of the room.

At the end sat a figure clad in armor of solid black. He was writing with one hand in the air, forming letters of ruby and saphhire that twisted together into strands of brilliant light.

As Erif looked around, he realized that lines of that light were flowing into him from every direction. Curious, he squinted his eyes to make out the letters that comprised their form.

-As Erif watched, the letters described exactly what was happening to him moment by moment, thought by thought. Almost as if they were dictating every moment he experienced, every thought he had. As if he were those words written by the man in black armor sitting on the throne at the end of the hall.

Because he was.

A shill, desperate, maddened screech filled the air. Erif dimly realized that he was the one screaming. He couldn't tear his eyes away. Couldn't turn away. Couldn't tear away the fact that he was ink and paper and nothing mattered and nothing was real and-

With a thunderous snap, the first veil burst into shimmering splinters. Erif gasped, stumbling backwards as soft darkness filled his mind.

---

Erif gasped, falling to his knees, his eyes dilated, his heart racing-

Why was he anxious again? He tried to remember, but the recollection slipped away like water through sand, until all that was left was faint unease.

With a start, he realized that everything seemed... brighter. His skin felt warmer, too, as though he were standing in the vicinity of an oven.

The sun, he realized with a jolt. The rain is gone. The curse is gone. I can see the sun again.

Cautiously, he tried a teleport. Nothing happened. He teleported again. The sky remained cloud-free.

He laughed in disbelief. "Just like that, huh?"

In that moment of joy, any lingering unease faded from his mind, until even the memory of that faint emotion had been forgotten.

One wall of four had broken. But the other three stood strong.

 

 

 

 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

9 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

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Erif felt the blade touch his skin-

-and then he was somewhere else.

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Erif floated in the air, surrounded by four veils of shimmering light. He was in a hall- although the word seemed so pale to describe the majesty of the room.

At the end sat a figure clad in armor of solid black. He was writing with one hand in the air, forming letters of ruby and saphhire that twisted together into strands of brilliant light.

As Erif looked around, he realized that lines of that light were flowing into him from every direction. Curious, he squinted his eyes to make out the letters that comprised their form.

-As Erif watched, the letters described exactly what was happening to him moment by moment, thought by thought. Almost as if they were dictating every moment he experienced, every thought he had. As if he were those words written by the man in black armor sitting on the throne at the end of the hall.

Because he was.

A shill, desperate, maddened screech filled the air. Erif dimly realized that he was the one screaming. He couldn't tear his eyes away. Couldn't turn away. Couldn't tear away the fact that he was ink and paper and nothing mattered and nothing was real and-

With a thunderous snap, the first veil burst into shimmering splinters. Erif gasped, stumbling backwards as soft darkness filled his mind.

---

Erif gasped, falling to his knees, his eyes dilated, his heart racing-

Why was he anxious again? He tried to remember, but the recollection slipped away like water through sand, until all that was left was faint unease.

With a start, he realized that everything seemed... brighter. His skin felt warmer, too, as though he were standing in the vicinity of an oven.

The sun, he realized with a jolt. The rain is gone. The curse is gone. I can see the sun again.

Cautiously, he tried a teleport. Nothing happened. He teleported again. The sky remained cloud-free.

He laughed in disbelief. "Just like that, huh?"

In that moment of joy, any lingering unease faded from his mind, until even the memory of that faint emotion had been forgotten.

One wall of four had broken. But the other three stood strong.

 

 

 

 

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“It worked!”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

11 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

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Erif felt the blade touch his skin-

-and then he was somewhere else.

---

Erif floated in the air, surrounded by four veils of shimmering light. He was in a hall- although the word seemed so pale to describe the majesty of the room.

At the end sat a figure clad in armor of solid black. He was writing with one hand in the air, forming letters of ruby and saphhire that twisted together into strands of brilliant light.

As Erif looked around, he realized that lines of that light were flowing into him from every direction. Curious, he squinted his eyes to make out the letters that comprised their form.

-As Erif watched, the letters described exactly what was happening to him moment by moment, thought by thought. Almost as if they were dictating every moment he experienced, every thought he had. As if he were those words written by the man in black armor sitting on the throne at the end of the hall.

Because he was.

A shill, desperate, maddened screech filled the air. Erif dimly realized that he was the one screaming. He couldn't tear his eyes away. Couldn't turn away. Couldn't tear away the fact that he was ink and paper and nothing mattered and nothing was real and-

With a thunderous snap, the first veil burst into shimmering splinters. Erif gasped, stumbling backwards as soft darkness filled his mind.

---

Erif gasped, falling to his knees, his eyes dilated, his heart racing-

Why was he anxious again? He tried to remember, but the recollection slipped away like water through sand, until all that was left was faint unease.

With a start, he realized that everything seemed... brighter. His skin felt warmer, too, as though he were standing in the vicinity of an oven.

The sun, he realized with a jolt. The rain is gone. The curse is gone. I can see the sun again.

Cautiously, he tried a teleport. Nothing happened. He teleported again. The sky remained cloud-free.

He laughed in disbelief. "Just like that, huh?"

In that moment of joy, any lingering unease faded from his mind, until even the memory of that faint emotion had been forgotten.

One wall of four had broken. But the other three stood strong.

 

 

 

 

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Shoe stared at the spot where Elif had been.

[Immortal Platypus]

25 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

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Erif felt the blade touch his skin-

-and then he was somewhere else.

---

Erif floated in the air, surrounded by four veils of shimmering light. He was in a hall- although the word seemed so pale to describe the majesty of the room.

At the end sat a figure clad in armor of solid black. He was writing with one hand in the air, forming letters of ruby and saphhire that twisted together into strands of brilliant light.

As Erif looked around, he realized that lines of that light were flowing into him from every direction. Curious, he squinted his eyes to make out the letters that comprised their form.

-As Erif watched, the letters described exactly what was happening to him moment by moment, thought by thought. Almost as if they were dictating every moment he experienced, every thought he had. As if he were those words written by the man in black armor sitting on the throne at the end of the hall.

Because he was.

A shill, desperate, maddened screech filled the air. Erif dimly realized that he was the one screaming. He couldn't tear his eyes away. Couldn't turn away. Couldn't tear away the fact that he was ink and paper and nothing mattered and nothing was real and-

With a thunderous snap, the first veil burst into shimmering splinters. Erif gasped, stumbling backwards as soft darkness filled his mind.

---

Erif gasped, falling to his knees, his eyes dilated, his heart racing-

Why was he anxious again? He tried to remember, but the recollection slipped away like water through sand, until all that was left was faint unease.

With a start, he realized that everything seemed... brighter. His skin felt warmer, too, as though he were standing in the vicinity of an oven.

The sun, he realized with a jolt. The rain is gone. The curse is gone. I can see the sun again.

Cautiously, he tried a teleport. Nothing happened. He teleported again. The sky remained cloud-free.

He laughed in disbelief. "Just like that, huh?"

In that moment of joy, any lingering unease faded from his mind, until even the memory of that faint emotion had been forgotten.

One wall of four had broken. But the other three stood strong.

 

 

 

 

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I see the 4th wall broke first  

wait... how did the 4th wall break if there is no 4th wall in TLT...

Edited October 9, 2024 by Immortal Platypus

[xinoehp512 he/him]

11 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Shoe stared at the spot where Elif had been.

Elif was a teleporting hamster that had just so happened to appear in that spot for a few moments.

Erif didn't go anywhere, that was all just in his head.

Just now, Immortal Platypus said:

I see the 4th wall broke first  

I'm sure we'll see Erif's fourth wall break eventually.

44 minutes ago, The Halcyon Girl said:

“Guarantee that you’ll be able to answer my question.”

"Pinky promise!"

45 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Shoe gave Nogard a hug.

Nogard smiled faintly. "Thanks, Shoe."

18 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

“It worked!”

Erif considered Tull's Plotblade thoughtfully. "Say... would that be able to reverse a curse on a place?"

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

Just now, xinoehp512 said:

Elif was a teleporting hamster that had just so happened to appear in that spot for a few moments.

Erif didn't go anywhere, that was all just in his head.

I'm sure we'll see Erif's fourth wall break eventually.

"Pinky promise!"

Nogard smiled faintly. "Thanks, Shoe."

Erif considered Tull's Plotblade thoughtfully. "Say... would that be able to reverse a curse on a place?"

“I’m not sure. It depends, I guess.”

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

5 hours ago, Immortal Platypus said:

"OA literally played the past conversation for us. Did you not listen? And yes, there was mention of Plotblades. Apparently there are two more, linked, plotblades that are the most dangerous. I find it hard to believe, but the Brave Adventurer seems confident."

"Maybe too confident. I'm not sure he has the well-being of the people in mind..."

20 minutes ago, Immortal Platypus said:

I see the 4th wall broke first  

wait... how did the 4th wall break if there is no 4th wall in TLT...

If there is a fourth wall I broke it a long time ago

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

20 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Elif was a teleporting hamster that had just so happened to appear in that spot for a few moments.

 

Didn't he teleport away afterwards though . . . ?

20 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Nogard smiled faintly. "Thanks, Shoe."

Shoe nodded.

[Immortal Platypus]

24 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

I'm sure we'll see Erif's fourth wall break eventually.

yes. long after the 4th wall broke

9 minutes ago, Ancient Elantrian said:

"Maybe too confident. I'm not sure he has the well-being of the people in mind..."

If there is a fourth wall I broke it a long time ago

oh, it doesn't exist. look at the tags at the top of the topic

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

1 minute ago, Immortal Platypus said:

yes. long after the 4th wall broke

oh, it doesn't exist. look at the tags at the top of the topic

That's good. I would feel bad if I caused more damage to major structural supports again.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

27 minutes ago, Immortal Platypus said:

wait... how did the 4th wall break if there is no 4th wall in TLT...

The fourth wall exists for Erif and Nogard. That's why they can't comprehend the true nature of Narrators/Authors.

3 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Didn't he teleport away afterwards though . . . ?

You right. He didn't teleport very far though. Just a short hop.

24 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

“I’m not sure. It depends, I guess.”

Erif's gaze lingered on the blade for a moment longer, then he shook his head, as if to clear the thought away. "Well. My sincerest thanks for clearing my curse." He bowed. "Is there anything that I could help you with, in exchange?"

7 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Didn't he teleport away afterwards though . . . ?

Shoe nodded.

Nogard exhaled and stood up. "Well. It sounds like the world might be in danger from these 'Plotblades' and this Great Wizard. We should try and figure out who he is, don't you think?"

[NameIess]

13 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

With a monumental effort of will, Selppaenip refrained from disarming the assassin and made his order- ten of everything on the menu.

... ordered his usual, and the waiter went off to get their order. "Are you watching closely? I..." ... trailed off, staring at the door of the restaurant.

13 hours ago, Immortal Platypus said:

"I hate how everyone uses caves for their bases. So stereotypical," Platypus grumbled to himself. Then he walked into the cave.

Inside the cave, a figure made of mist stood with his back turned.

--

Tension hung over the council room of the Brave Adventurers. The wounded had been taken to the infirmary, including the Brave Adventurer himself, but the wreckage left by the battle still remained, and the high Council had to stand in the midst of it as they continued their meeting.

"We have no choice. I do not like it any more than you do, but we cannot ignore the facts." The Honorable Judge spat out the words as if they burned his tongue, but he continued. "The Great Wizard plotted to claim these Plotblades without telling any council member, and his correspondence with the Dreamsmith is highly suspect at best. Furthermore, those intruders had more than just that one magical rabbit with them if my information is right, and they bypassed our defenses far too easily. I know they used Narration, but still, we should have had warning of their presence, even if our magic could not keep them out. The Great Wizard himself claimed that his wards would give warning before anyone unauthorized could break into this hall, even the Witherlord himself."

"I don't like him." Muttered the Valiant One. "The Brave Adventurer, I mean. He would never have been elected if his predecessor had not retired so unexpectedly. Storms, if he'd announced it when he decided to retire, instead of waiting for months until the day before the election was held, even then we would have gotten someone else. I know that there was no way he could have influenced that, but still. It seems too fortunate. And now the Great Wizard, his greatest opponent on the council, proves to be a traitor and threat to the whole Thread? It's too... too convenient."

"Like him or not, he is our leader. And like him or not, I agree with the Honorable Judge. The Great Wizard is too much of a strategic danger for us to ignore." The General kicked a muffin angrily. "Our response here was a disgrace! Our leader injured, along with a dozen other adventurers, and what do we have to show for it? Nothing! Not a single one of those intruders captured, though they attacked us in the seat of our power. Bah!"

The room was quiet then, and tension rushed in to fill the silence.

Finally, the Wise Scholar spoke. "There's no getting around it. We all know what we must happen. I move that we expel the Great Wizard from our number, and charge him with crimes against TLT, to be captured and brought here for trial under the council."

One by one, the other council members nodded their assent. "There, that's done. I'll organize the manhunt for the Gr- for the wizard, as well as that for those intruders. Between this and the Plotblades, our forces will be stretched thin to the breaking point." The General shook her head. "Perhaps that's what he wants. Part of me hopes that these Plotblades are nothing more than a ploy to spread us further, weaken us for some sort of strike. If we could only be so lucky."

With that, the council dissolved, each member making their own way separately from the room, the General shouting for a full casualty report and demanding that her officers meet her in the war room, the Wise Scholar trembling, the Ancient Flaffle resolute.

One by one, All seven trickled away, till only the Valiant One remained. He sat down among the remnants of the Nonagonal table and thought upon the nature of lies.

And if the Brave Adventurer had been conscious to see this, he would have laughed for joy. Because everything was proceeding exactly as he wanted. Soon, his plans would see fruition.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

5 minutes ago, NameIess said:

ordered his usual, and the waiter went off to get their order. "Are you watching closely? I..." ... trailed off, staring at the door of the restaurant.

"The full power of my eyes is in effect," responded Selppaenip, watching the waiter with extreme focus. Was that a knife in his pocket?

TP turned to follow ...'s gaze.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

2 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

Elif was a teleporting hamster that had just so happened to appear in that spot for a few moments.

Erif didn't go anywhere, that was all just in his head.

I'm sure we'll see Erif's fourth wall break eventually.

"Pinky promise!"

Nogard smiled faintly. "Thanks, Shoe."

Erif considered Tull's Plotblade thoughtfully. "Say... would that be able to reverse a curse on a place?"

She pressed her lips together thoughtfully. “Fine. The files detail the Travate records off Islee. My question now.” She leaned a little closer and lowered her voice. “How do you steal a Forveant Bond?” 

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2 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

The fourth wall exists for Erif and Nogard. That's why they can't comprehend the true nature of Narrators/Authors.

You right. He didn't teleport very far though. Just a short hop.

Erif's gaze lingered on the blade for a moment longer, then he shook his head, as if to clear the thought away. "Well. My sincerest thanks for clearing my curse." He bowed. "Is there anything that I could help you with, in exchange?"

Nogard exhaled and stood up. "Well. It sounds like the world might be in danger from these 'Plotblades' and this Great Wizard. We should try and figure out who he is, don't you think?"

Yes, Qodi thought. And find Plotblades on the way. Yummy yummy Plotblades.

“It… sounds dangerous,” Gail hesitated. “Qodi and I are supposed to be working on our CD project to graduate… whatever that is.”

[xinoehp512 he/him]

50 minutes ago, The Halcyon Girl said:

She pressed her lips together thoughtfully. “Fine. The files detail the Travate records off Islee. My question now.” She leaned a little closer and lowered her voice. “How do you steal a Forveant Bond?” 

the lore I made up washing dishes for 6 hours  

Yes, Qodi thought. And find Plotblades on the way. Yummy yummy Plotblades.

“It… sounds dangerous,” Gail hesitated. “Qodi and I are supposed to be working on our CD project to graduate… whatever that is.”

Well, Haly. How do you steal a Forveant bond?

Answer carefully. Your lore may depend on this.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

6 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

Well, Haly. How do you steal a Forveant bond?

Answer carefully. Your lore may depend on this.

Murder and a blood transfusion

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

10 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

The fourth wall exists for Erif and Nogard. That's why they can't comprehend the true nature of Narrators/Authors.

You right. He didn't teleport very far though. Just a short hop.

Erif's gaze lingered on the blade for a moment longer, then he shook his head, as if to clear the thought away. "Well. My sincerest thanks for clearing my curse." He bowed. "Is there anything that I could help you with, in exchange?"

Nogard exhaled and stood up. "Well. It sounds like the world might be in danger from these 'Plotblades' and this Great Wizard. We should try and figure out who he is, don't you think?"

“I don’t know… perhaps you could let me stay with you? I don’t really know what to do, now that my life’s goal is accomplished.”

[NameIess]

8 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

"The full power of my eyes is in effect," responded Selppaenip, watching the waiter with extreme focus. Was that a knife in his pocket?

TP turned to follow ...'s gaze.

At first it seemed that no one was there. Then TP noticed an old man, but he could hardly be worth thinking about. He was simply another ordinary person, walking into a Chinese restaurant with his staff, cloak billowing out behind him. Surely he couldn’t be the source of …’s concern.

“I… he should know better.” … mumbled, tearing his eyes away from the door with difficulty. “Ah, is that our food? Excellent.”

[xinoehp512 he/him]

8 hours ago, The Halcyon Girl said:

She pressed her lips together thoughtfully. “Fine. The files detail the Travate records off Islee. My question now.” She leaned a little closer and lowered her voice. “How do you steal a Forveant Bond?” 

"Oh ho ho," said Bacon the Bard. "First you steal their blood, then you steal their life! Next question. What is the exact shade of your eyes?"

34 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

“I don’t know… perhaps you could let me stay with you? I don’t really know what to do, now that my life’s goal is accomplished.”

Erif rubbed his beard thoughtfully. "Hmm. In that case, would you be willing to help me with my current quest? I'm looking for a book. It's called The Book of Unwinding Thread."

 

29 minutes ago, NameIess said:

At first it seemed that no one was there. Then TP noticed an old man, but he could hardly be worth thinking about. He was simply another ordinary person, walking into a Chinese restaurant with his staff, cloak billowing out behind him. Surely he couldn’t be the source of …’s concern.

“I… he should know better.” … mumbled, tearing his eyes away from the door with difficulty. “Ah, is that our food? Excellent.”

Selppaenip watched the food with intensity. When no murderous brownies appeared, he set on the food with equal fervor. TP did likewise.

MIdway through the meal, Selppaenip paused with a frown. "Do you smell rabbit?" he inquired.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

27 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Oh ho ho," said Bacon the Bard. "First you steal their blood, then you steal their life! Next question. What is the exact shade of your eyes?"

Erif rubbed his beard thoughtfully. "Hmm. In that case, would you be willing to help me with my current quest? I'm looking for a book. It's called The Book of Unwinding Thread."

 

Selppaenip watched the food with intensity. When no murderous brownies appeared, he set on the food with equal fervor. TP did likewise.

MIdway through the meal, Selppaenip paused with a frown. "Do you smell rabbit?" he inquired.

“I said one question.” She tilted her head. “But I do have an idea. How would you feel about a little journey? I could use a travel partner, and I think you’ll find that I’m useful. We’d help each other, if you will.”

Edited October 9, 2024 by The Halcyon Girl

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

22 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Oh ho ho," said Bacon the Bard. "First you steal their blood, then you steal their life! Next question. What is the exact shade of your eyes?"

Erif rubbed his beard thoughtfully. "Hmm. In that case, would you be willing to help me with my current quest? I'm looking for a book. It's called The Book of Unwinding Thread."

 

Selppaenip watched the food with intensity. When no murderous brownies appeared, he set on the food with equal fervor. TP did likewise.

MIdway through the meal, Selppaenip paused with a frown. "Do you smell rabbit?" he inquired.

“Sure. Sounds cool.”

[NameIess]

1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said:

Selppaenip watched the food with intensity. When no murderous brownies appeared, he set on the food with equal fervor. TP did likewise.

MIdway through the meal, Selppaenip paused with a frown. "Do you smell rabbit?" he inquired.

“It… must be something in the kitchen.” Strain was evident in …‘s face. Their waiter came back and said something that didn’t seem important, probably just asking how their food was. He seemed insistent though, swinging a glowing staff… no, he wasn’t holding a staff. Why would a waiter have a staff? He did seem to have aged rather rapidly though.

”…so,” …’s hands were trembling slightly, but he raised his chopsticks to his mouth. “Young one. Tell me… what it is exactly…” he swallowed forcefully.  “That you have seen.” He wiped sweat from his forehead, then set down his chopsticks and glared at the waiter for some reason.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

2 hours ago, The Halcyon Girl said:

“I said one question.” She tilted her head. “But I do have an idea. How would you feel about a little journey? I could use a travel partner, and I think you’ll find that I’m useful. We’d help each other, if you will.”

"Ah, my! What of me leaving you alone to forget you ever saw me?"

2 hours ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

“Sure. Sounds cool.”

"I'd be honored to have your help." Erif bowed again, very slightly. "Now, the last clue I received placed its location in that castle we were at earlier."

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

“It… must be something in the kitchen.” Strain was evident in …‘s face. Their waiter came back and said something that didn’t seem important, probably just asking how their food was. He seemed insistent though, swinging a glowing staff… no, he wasn’t holding a staff. Why would a waiter have a staff? He did seem to have aged rather rapidly though.

”…so,” …’s hands were trembling slightly, but he raised his chopsticks to his mouth. “Young one. Tell me… what it is exactly…” he swallowed forcefully.  “That you have seen.” He wiped sweat from his forehead, then set down his chopsticks and glared at the waiter for some reason.

"Well," said Selppaenip, swallowing a bite of chicken, "there haven't been any dark acolytes attempting to summon demons, disguised ninjas waiting to kidnap us, or old ladies."