The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

6 hours ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

She smiled mischievously. Well, she did the crab equivalent.

"It's okay. I know that's not what you meant."

"Right. Gotcha." He smiled back. "Are we doing anything soon?" 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

37 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

"Right. Gotcha." He smiled back. "Are we doing anything soon?" 

"At the moment? Um . . ." She exited the cabin and scuttled up to him.

"I don't think so. Nobody here has any pressing issues of any sort- oh! Is there something you need to do?"

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

"At the moment? Um . . ." She exited the cabin and scuttled up to him.

"I don't think so. Nobody here has any pressing issues of any sort- oh! Is there something you need to do?"

He shook his head. "No. Not really." 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

9 hours ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

"I... I'm called Palsu" The figure stepped into the light, revealing a man with brilliant golden eyes and shoulder length red hair. He held a chipped spear in trembling hands and wore a ragged grey coat marked with a silver wolf on the right shoulder. His boots and trousers were stained with dried blood. "You're really not Faceless?"

Palsu nodded hesitantly. "I guess so."

Moni stepped up next to Kion and Perseus. "Are we sure this guy's not a Faceless?"

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A return letter appears next to Rebus.

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"The well established locations that come to my mind are Nameless' house, currently inhabited by Moniker, the Ghanderflaffle empire, Onyx's realm, and the Wall that seals everyone within the Thread. I'm sure there are more, but those are the ones I can think of right now.

Besides Narrators, there are three other categories of being. Enullers which I'm sure you've heard of have the power of Ordered Darkness. They can speak in silence and suppress the powers of others, create bindings, and other things. Currently investigating them to figure out all the rest of their stuff. Withergeists are beings of Chaotic Darkness. They are of varying levels of power and nowhere near to Narrators on their own, but can bond with other beings to become extremely dangerous. They are as destructive as Narrators are creative, and hate all existence. Their leader the Witherlord is far more powerful than any Narrator, so it's good that he's sealed away right now. The fourth category is Luxsprites, beings of Ordered Light. They're almost all dead, killed by the Witherlord and his army. Then there are the four fundamental essences associated with Narrators, Enullers, Withergeists, and Luxsprites: Prismite, Nullite, Mordite, and Luxite (Basically no accessible Luxite exists). Of those, Mordite can notably kill anything if it strikes them in the core of their being, including Narrators. Besides that there are also the Plotblades, some of which allow normal characters to compete with Narrators. And of course there are other things. Some of the Dreamsmith's weapons might be capable of it, and I believe there was a race called the Inklings that could fight Narrators.

For characters... nope! Not really. I think most of my characters are engaged in the current plots. Thanks for the offer though.

As for the other thing, I don't have any experience, but perhaps you could ask Ryss if you could bring him back from the afterlife. He did manage to usurp his Author (@Ookla the Interdimensional).

 

Kion inclines his head. “It is truly nice to meet you, despite the somewhat harsh surroundings.” 
 

Rebus sends back a letter, Narrating it to show up faster. I thank you for your help. As a Narrator yourself, I’m not sure how I can pay you for it, but I would be willing to do something for you. I’ll be on the lookout for Morditite and Withergeists, and may look into these Inklings further. The Dreamsmith, too, sounds interesting, but I’m unsure how well my personality would take to whatever test I’m given. My Author needs to actually let me do things before I’ll be consistent. And I thank you, as well, whoever wrote the end of this. This had sparked a few further questions: where does one actually get a Plotblade, and, other than the Witherlord, are there any malevolent entities around? As I said several times, actually, I thank you for your time, and if my current character arc, if you can even call it that, comes to fruition, I’ll avoid causing problems for you personally. 

6 hours ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

"At the moment? Um . . ." She exited the cabin and scuttled up to him.

"I don't think so. Nobody here has any pressing issues of any sort- oh! Is there something you need to do?"

6 hours ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

He shook his head. "No. Not really." 

Template speaks up. “If there are things you need, I would be willing to help. If you do not need anything, I may wander; I believe I will find something interesting happening eventually. Or I may stay, honestly. It is nice here.” 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

8 hours ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

“If you say so. Palsu, is this cave safe?”

Palsu shrugged. “I ran here while they…” he shuddered. “They didn’t chase me. There’s nothing back there but bones.”

He frowned. "Palsu, how many Faceless were after you?"

[kpShadowFox He/Him]

I HAVE RETURNED!!!!

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

9 hours ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

He shook his head. "No. Not really." 

"Oh." She seemed a little disappointed.

"You sure?"

Edited December 18, 2024 by Ookla the Inconclusive

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

3 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

"Oh." She seemed a little disappointed.

"You sure?"

He shrugged and looked down at the ground. “No. I… keep feeling like there’s something I should want to do with my life. But… no. There’s nothing. I’m sure.”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

8 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

He shrugged and looked down at the ground. “No. I… keep feeling like there’s something I should want to do with my life. But… no. There’s nothing. I’m sure.”

She thought for a moment. "Well . . . do you want to find something to do?"

[Cookie Spren]

22 hours ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

Omen remains silent once again. The field flashes with light as the Narrators and a few of the withergeists reconstitute themselves from the Emperor’s attack. Then they vanish, leaving the Emperor and XalBadreal alone on the field once again.

"May my faith protect me." The Emperor mutters in prayer. Xal'Badreal cocks his head slightly and his lower jaw splits in two and his top half opens wide and he laughs a shrill, blood curdling, shriek. (Think the Xenomorph from Alien). "Your Gods will not help you now. Your Damned soul is mine to take. You have been God forsaken and nobody can help you." Xal'Badreal hisses like a snake.

The Emperor grasps the shaft of his bastard sword. "The light of Mox be with me!" The Emperor yells to the skies. Xal'Badreal charges like a beast as the Emperor mutters more prayers. The dead of Xal'Badreal's army begin to rise from the ground as undead. But suddenly, the Emperor rises his sword once again to the heavens. "I ask to you, the Gods of Celestia! Bear me this rite to be the savior of the planes!" From the Heavens, the sky splits, revealing the once hidden, golden sun, shadowed slightly from silhouettes coming from the sky. The once dead armies of the Emperor descend from the Heavens with blades of light. Xal'Badreal almost pauses slightly in shock but continues to charge his armies forward.

The battle ensues as eventually The Emperor charges toward Xal'Badreal and the lock into battle with one another. Heavenly steel of the Emperor's Bastard Sword against bladed insect-like limbs of the demon lord. The Emperor gets a few hits in, cutting the beast's armor-like skin. Though Xal'Badreal also gets a few hits in as well. "DIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!" The Beast Screams. The battle around them is evenly matched and it is complete and utter chaos matched with order and justice.

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

22 hours ago, Ookla the Arbiter said:

"Eh. Not much too important, as long as you know about the Plotblades. Nothing groundbreaking has been discovered since them."

"Plotblades? I fear I am ignorant as to the nature of this development."

[xinoehp512 he/him]

16 hours ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

he’s off the databases, but his title is linked to some dissapearances several years ago

As in, someone calling themselves Malan the Master, the One who is Seven, showed up and vanished a few people?

16 hours ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

Subversion regarded the mega-puzzle with satisfaction. “Hello there. Are you a Narrator too?”

 

The woman's face filled with apprehension. "You're... a Narrator?"

16 hours ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

The Wise Judge looked up, straightening his glasses. “Yes?”

“Faceless killed everyone I came here with.” The shadowed figure’s voice trembled faintly. “I don’t know much about them, but I know that you’ll kill me in an eyeblink.”

"I'm ready!" declared Seppaenip.

15 hours ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

The part of Rebus not stewing in anger begins to write a letter - not full of Von Neumann machines this time. Sealing it securely against interception, even by Narrators if they’re willing to play be the rules, he mails copies to several people who keep lore. @Ookla the Bacon, @Ookla the nostealnamepls, and anyone else who knows these things. 
The letter, to those who read it, is as follows. 

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To whom it may concern,

On behalf of myself and my Author, I would like to formally request the following pieces of lore, or information towards their discovery. I will compensate you in a manner you may propose, though I reserve the right to deny anything I find unreasonable or harmful to my wellbeing. Firstly, I would like to know any well established locations on the Thread, especially those important to the story. Secondly, I would like a general list of Narrator-level powers, the capabilities that such artifacts, processes, or beings possess, and their actual sources. Thirdly, I would like to learn of any characters or factions that have been neglected and wish to return, their views, capabilities, and how to contact them. Fourthly, I would like to hear any cool things you incidentally learned about, because it’s interesting. 
I await responses with interest and thank you for your time, 

“Again Vehicle” 

Ps: 

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How do I fight my Author, or make him give me a better plot line and personality? He’s writing this, but we’ve got a Formless type thing going on, so he can’t stop me, as he is me. Anyway, I’m bored and he’s not paying enough attention to me. Or information on how to not get no-selled, that’d be good too. 

Onyx wrote a return letter detailing the nature of Narrative Cores and how they enable Narrators to re-write reality.

 

 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

2 hours ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

He shrugged and looked down at the ground. “No. I… keep feeling like there’s something I should want to do with my life. But… no. There’s nothing. I’m sure.”

“I can relate to that.” Template says. 

2 hours ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

She thought for a moment. "Well . . . do you want to find something to do?"

“I will help you. Maybe I can find a purpose as well.” 

1 hour ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

Onyx wrote a return letter detailing the nature of Narrative Cores and how they enable Narrators to re-write reality. 

Rebus, having effectively been re-granted an informed ability, sends a thankful letter anyway, careful to use mundane (or non-Narrative, at least) channels. He looks through the letter for applications or techniques he isn’t using yet, hoping that in doing so he’ll get some more information out of the description. 

5 hours ago, Ookla of the Shadows said:

I HAVE RETURNED!!!!

The Render perks up at the inexplicably transmitted message, pausing construction on its now-sprawling monument. “Who are you? I need to return.” 

[Immortal Platypus]

1 hour ago, Ookla the Pancake said:

"Plotblades? I fear I am ignorant as to the nature of this development."

"They're just Blades filled with immense power, letting even normal characters rival Narrators. Don't worry about them too much. You'll know one if you see it."

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

6 hours ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

Kion inclines his head. “It is truly nice to meet you, despite the somewhat harsh surroundings.” 
 

Rebus sends back a letter, Narrating it to show up faster. I thank you for your help. As a Narrator yourself, I’m not sure how I can pay you for it, but I would be willing to do something for you. I’ll be on the lookout for Morditite and Withergeists, and may look into these Inklings further. The Dreamsmith, too, sounds interesting, but I’m unsure how well my personality would take to whatever test I’m given. My Author needs to actually let me do things before I’ll be consistent. And I thank you, as well, whoever wrote the end of this. This had sparked a few further questions: where does one actually get a Plotblade, and, other than the Witherlord, are there any malevolent entities around? As I said several times, actually, I thank you for your time, and if my current character arc, if you can even call it that, comes to fruition, I’ll avoid causing problems for you personally. 

Template speaks up. “If there are things you need, I would be willing to help. If you do not need anything, I may wander; I believe I will find something interesting happening eventually. Or I may stay, honestly. It is nice here.” 

He smiled a little. “Thanks.” 

2 hours ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

She thought for a moment. "Well . . . do you want to find something to do?"

“Yeah. —As long as Gaioh will come.” 

1 hour ago, Ookla the Cookie Collector said:

"May my faith protect me." The Emperor mutters in prayer. Xal'Badreal cocks his head slightly and his lower jaw splits in two and his top half opens wide and he laughs a shrill, blood curdling, shriek. (Think the Xenomorph from Alien). "Your Gods will not help you now. Your Damned soul is mine to take. You have been God forsaken and nobody can help you." Xal'Badreal hisses like a snake.

The Emperor grasps the shaft of his bastard sword. "The light of Mox be with me!" The Emperor yells to the skies. Xal'Badreal charges like a beast as the Emperor mutters more prayers. The dead of Xal'Badreal's army begin to rise from the ground as undead. But suddenly, the Emperor rises his sword once again to the heavens. "I ask to you, the Gods of Celestia! Bear me this rite to be the savior of the planes!" From the Heavens, the sky splits, revealing the once hidden, golden sun, shadowed slightly from silhouettes coming from the sky. The once dead armies of the Emperor descend from the Heavens with blades of light. Xal'Badreal almost pauses slightly in shock but continues to charge his armies forward.

The battle ensues as eventually The Emperor charges toward Xal'Badreal and the lock into battle with one another. Heavenly steel of the Emperor's Bastard Sword against bladed insect-like limbs of the demon lord. The Emperor gets a few hits in, cutting the beast's armor-like skin. Though Xal'Badreal also gets a few hits in as well. "DIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!" The Beast Screams. The battle around them is evenly matched and it is complete and utter chaos matched with order and justice.

Did you see my last post?

[NameIess]

6 hours ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

Kion inclines his head. “It is truly nice to meet you, despite the somewhat harsh surroundings.” 

 

6 hours ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

He frowned. "Palsu, how many Faceless were after you?"

“I don’t know. A few of them approached in the form of shadows, we didn’t see them until they were on us. Me and Tald got away. But that night…” Palsu’s eyes took on a haunted look. “They called in the voices of our friends. Tald ran ahead of me and they- they-“ he looked down. “I ran. Found this cave, and hid in it. I’ve been here for… three days now? I’m almost out of supplies.”

6 hours ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

Rebus sends back a letter, Narrating it to show up faster. I thank you for your help. As a Narrator yourself, I’m not sure how I can pay you for it, but I would be willing to do something for you. I’ll be on the lookout for Morditite and Withergeists, and may look into these Inklings further. The Dreamsmith, too, sounds interesting, but I’m unsure how well my personality would take to whatever test I’m given. My Author needs to actually let me do things before I’ll be consistent. And I thank you, as well, whoever wrote the end of this. This had sparked a few further questions: where does one actually get a Plotblade, and, other than the Witherlord, are there any malevolent entities around? As I said several times, actually, I thank you for your time, and if my current character arc, if you can even call it that, comes to fruition, I’ll avoid causing problems for you personally. 

Subversion sent a return letter. Plotblade are normally found on quests, and there are other malevolent entities such as the denizens of the Maelstrom or some Narrators that are particularly nasty, but the Witherlord is, in my mind at least, the preeminent evil of the Thread. And don’t worry about compensation.

1 hour ago, Ookla the Cookie Collector said:

"May my faith protect me." The Emperor mutters in prayer. Xal'Badreal cocks his head slightly and his lower jaw splits in two and his top half opens wide and he laughs a shrill, blood curdling, shriek. (Think the Xenomorph from Alien). "Your Gods will not help you now. Your Damned soul is mine to take. You have been God forsaken and nobody can help you." Xal'Badreal hisses like a snake.

The Emperor grasps the shaft of his bastard sword. "The light of Mox be with me!" The Emperor yells to the skies. Xal'Badreal charges like a beast as the Emperor mutters more prayers. The dead of Xal'Badreal's army begin to rise from the ground as undead. But suddenly, the Emperor rises his sword once again to the heavens. "I ask to you, the Gods of Celestia! Bear me this rite to be the savior of the planes!" From the Heavens, the sky splits, revealing the once hidden, golden sun, shadowed slightly from silhouettes coming from the sky. The once dead armies of the Emperor descend from the Heavens with blades of light. Xal'Badreal almost pauses slightly in shock but continues to charge his armies forward.

The battle ensues as eventually The Emperor charges toward Xal'Badreal and the lock into battle with one another. Heavenly steel of the Emperor's Bastard Sword against bladed insect-like limbs of the demon lord. The Emperor gets a few hits in, cutting the beast's armor-like skin. Though Xal'Badreal also gets a few hits in as well. "DIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!" The Beast Screams. The battle around them is evenly matched and it is complete and utter chaos matched with order and justice.

As the battle continues, the Emperor’s forces begin pushing back the forces of chaos. Soon the Beast is among the last standing. Oddly, despite the terrible odds against him, he laughs. “You have lost, little Emperor.“

1 hour ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

The woman's face filled with apprehension. "You're... a Narrator?"

“Indeed!” Subversion smiles broadly. “Don’t worry, I’m safe. What are you here for?”

1 hour ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

I'm ready!" declared Seppaenip.

“Very well. I shall finalize the preparations for the trial. We can set the date to… later today, perhaps? We’ll have to see how the ABF affects things.”

[Immortal Platypus]

4 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

“Very well. I shall finalize the preparations for the trial. We can set the date to… later today, perhaps? We’ll have to see how the ABF affects things.”

A note appeared on his desk. Let's not do it later today, my Author is going to be quite busy.

[NameIess]

5 minutes ago, Ookla the Arbiter said:

A note appeared on his desk. Let's not do it later today, my Author is going to be quite busy.

The Wise Judge looks down at it. “Ah. Well, the AB factor will be quite low. Perhaps the AGFM factor will be high too, although it’s hard to say.

[Cookie Spren]

1 hour ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

Did you see my last post?

@oOklA thE shInyYyy

no. What did it say?

Edited December 18, 2024 by Ookla the Cookie Collector

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

47 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

“Yeah. —As long as Gaioh will come.” 

"Perfect!"

She scuttled into the ocean and didn't come back out.

[Cookie Spren]

17 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

As the battle continues, the Emperor’s forces begin pushing back the forces of chaos. Soon the Beast is among the last standing. Oddly, despite the terrible odds against him, he laughs. “You have lost, little Emperor.“

"What do you mean by that? You are the one without army you foul beast." The Emperor spits as he continues fighting. Eventually both warriors grow tired and their wounds burn. "May you be damned for your sins Xal'Badreal!" The Emperor yells, as he throws a swing, but with lightning speed he changes the direction and pierces the beast's chest with a killing blow. But the beast does not yet die. "I already am damned for my sins." Xal'Badreal laughs, choking on his own blood, but still laughing. The Emperor shakes his head with disdain and twists the blade, making an awful screeching sound. But the creature still smiles. "Quit it." The Emperor commands. But the creature looks down at the Emperor's chest.

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The Emperor slowly looks down shakily. "You've lost." Xal'Badreal repeats. The Emperor looks down and sees that his own chest has been pierced, venom dripping from the wound. "Y-you." He mutters the light of his eyes slowly fade. Before his last breath, he prays once more. "I pray to you, the Authors of the thread. Keep them safe. I pray for the Dreamsmith's weapon, to save those who cannot save themselves." His eyes stay open defiantly.

 

[NameIess]

5 minutes ago, Ookla the Cookie Collector said:

"What do you mean by that? You are the one without army you foul beast." The Emperor spits as he continues fighting. Eventually both warriors grow tired and their wounds burn. "May you be damned for your sins Xal'Badreal!" The Emperor yells, as he throws a swing, but with lightning speed he changes the direction and pierces the beast's chest with a killing blow. But the beast does not yet die. "I already am damned for my sins." Xal'Badreal laughs, choking on his own blood, but still laughing. The Emperor shakes his head with disdain and twists the blade, making an awful screeching sound. But the creature still smiles. "Quit it." The Emperor commands. But the creature looks down at the Emperor's chest.

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The Emperor slowly looks down shakily. "You've lost." Xal'Badreal repeats. The Emperor looks down and sees that his own chest has been pierced, venom dripping from the wound. "Y-you." He mutters the light of his eyes slowly fade. Before his last breath, he prays once more. "I pray to you, the Authors of the thread. Keep them safe. I pray for the Dreamsmith's weapon, to save those who cannot save themselves." His eyes stay open defiantly.

 

The landscape around the Emperor faded into mist, and he found himself standing beside Omen. “Well, you certainly have a penchant for the dramatic.”

[Cookie Spren]

20 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

The landscape around the Emperor faded into mist, and he found himself standing beside Omen. “Well, you certainly have a penchant for the dramatic.”

"Do I now? For a minute I thought that was real. If I am to fail this trial, I wish you to know of the danger that we are in. So that you may be able to help in the cause. If not you, then anyone who is capable of holding a weapon."

[NameIess]

13 minutes ago, Ookla the Cookie Collector said:

"Do I now? For a minute I thought that was real. If I am to fail this trial, I wish you to know of the danger that we are in. So that you may be able to help in the cause. If not you, then anyone who is capable of holding a weapon."

“You have not yet failed this trial.” Omen was in his normal misty form, his voice void of emotion. “Tell me Emperor. If this battle were to be fate, would you be content with the result?”

[Cookie Spren]

6 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

“You have not yet failed this trial.” Omen was in his normal misty form, his voice void of emotion. “Tell me Emperor. If this battle were to be fate, would you be content with the result?”

"I do not control fate. Therefore, I would accept the result." He says with a slight bow of his head.

Edited December 18, 2024 by Ookla the Cookie Collector