The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[NameIess]

Just now, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

“Faceless.” he said, crossing the distance between them quickly and seizing it by the collar, lifting it up in the air. “I’ve returned. Tell me, how many innocents have you killed?”

The Faceless looked at Palsu and smiled. "Fewer than you might think. More than you might imagine."

[TwinStorm He/Him]

2 minutes ago, NameIess said:

The Faceless looked at Palsu and smiled. "Fewer than you might think. More than you might imagine."

Perseus seized him and slammed it against the rocky stone. “You monster.” he breathed, and he seized the Faceless’ neck, twisting it.

[NameIess]

10 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"Oo! Okay!"

She dashed off into the barn somewhere to look for a gift.

The Priest smiled after her. "A wonderful day." He turned and picked his massive book up out of the straw, brushing it clean delicately. "I wonder what the weather's like? Excellent I'm sure."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, NameIess said:

The Priest smiled after her. "A wonderful day." He turned and picked his massive book up out of the straw, brushing it clean delicately. "I wonder what the weather's like? Excellent I'm sure."

Tam looked at him curiously.

"What were you doing in here, anyway?"

[NameIess]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

Tam looked at him curiously.

"What were you doing in here, anyway?"

"Sleeping." Says the Priest. "The inn is full, remember?"

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, NameIess said:

"Sleeping." Says the Priest. "The inn is full, remember?"

She blinked.

"Oh. Uh . . . anyone else we should know about?"

[NameIess]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

She blinked.

"Oh. Uh . . . anyone else we should know about?"

"Not that I saw. It was just you lot when I came in after speaking with Mother Entreri and the groom."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, NameIess said:

"Not that I saw. It was just you lot when I came in after speaking with Mother Entreri and the groom."

"Well . . . okay then."

[NameIess]

9 minutes ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

Perseus seized him and slammed it against the rocky stone. “You monster.” he breathed, and he seized the Faceless’ neck, twisting it.

The Faceless laughed. "If you think us Faceless monsters now, just wait until you reach your resistance. See how warmly they welcome you after what we have done."

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

2 hours ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Yea, the last part.

"And what knowledge are you to gain? Do you wish to pry my every secret? Do you wish to know the mind of the Eternal King?"

Sagerian shrugs. “I am naturally curious.” 

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

The fake Moni immediately turns to stare at Palsu. "So," She says. "This is where you're hiding." Palsu paled. "I... I'm not hiding. Just travelling with them. They said they can protect me!" He looked at Kion and Moni. "You can protect me, right?"

Kion nods. “I’ll likely be killed once we leave, but I will do all in my power to protect you, Palsu.” 

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

"I believe you want two things right now: Knowledge, and a Blade." The Dreamsmith says as he rummages through an old chest to the side of his workshop. "You came here for a weapon, and your scientific mind must burn with the desire to know whether combining the four fundamental elements is possible. I can give both of these things to you. Which do you want first?"

Rebus nods. “You are correct, on both counts. I suspect the metaphysical metallurgy will factor into what I ask you to forge, so I would like to learn that first. I am not sure a blade will be of much use to one of my talents, though a Blade likely will.” 

1 hour ago, Ancient Elantrian said:

"I- um... okay." Ryss says. He sits down and catches a lasagna falling from the sky.

He sighs.

It smelled just like that day, too long ago.

With Eof.

That very first day. 

Back when Plot... well Plot was still dead

But it felt as if he had been alive.

The clones stands, hands clasped behind his back. After a moment, he helps himself to some lasagna, though he does not require food. 

[NameIess]

Just now, Dragonheir said:

Rebus nods. “You are correct, on both counts. I suspect the metaphysical metallurgy will factor into what I ask you to forge, so I would like to learn that first. I am not sure a blade will be of much use to one of my talents, though a Blade likely will.” 

The Dreamsmith pulls a four-pointed medallion out of the chest. "Here is your answer. while 'Balancium' is not the proper name, it is possible to unify the four substances. This medallion is a converter, made by the Narrator Nameless shortly before his failed attempt to slay the Witherlord. The Luxite in it was a gift from beings known as the Skeins, a leftover remnant from the time of the Luxsprites." The Dreamsmith sighed, staring at the medallion. "Though Nameless was a Narrator of many faults, I can hardly critique his craftsmanship. He could have been a great smith in his life if he'd bothered to learn." He tossed the medallion to Rebus. "It is very, very near to impossible to combine the four elements in any substantial way. And as you saw in the trial, experimenting with them can lead to extremely explosive results. But nearly impossible is not impossible. Now, what would you like me to forge for you?"

15 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Kion nods. “I’ll likely be killed once we leave, but I will do all in my power to protect you, Palsu.” 

"Thank you." Says Palsu, but his eyes remain fixed on the Faceless.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

45 minutes ago, NameIess said:

The Faceless laughed. "If you think us Faceless monsters now, just wait until you reach your resistance. See how warmly they welcome you after what we have done."

"What did you do?" he said, dropping the Faceless, staring at it. "I can be your Hell."

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

Far away, Omal the Devourer was desperate. Not for power, no. To protect his people. By any means necessary.

He noticed... an... oddity, in the crowd. They weren't... like the others. Not connected. And they carried such curious devices. They were dangerous, though. One did not get the sort of scars that they had from complacency. 

Tools, they could be. A solution to his problems. But... they approached him first. Curious.

"Have you heard of the Machination?" One asked. They were rather blunt; it had nothing to do with laziness on the part of the Author.

The Devourer hesitated. "No. But for that to have been possible... you must be powerful people indeed. A type of power I could use."

"The Machination is always welcoming new... arrivals."

The Devourer frowned, but as he was thinking, the crowd surged, and they seemingly... disappeared. He felt as if he could see wisps of black in their place.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

3 minutes ago, NameIess said:

The Dreamsmith pulls a four-pointed medallion out of the chest. "Here is your answer. while 'Balancium' is not the proper name, it is possible to unify the four substances. This medallion is a converter, made by the Narrator Nameless shortly before his failed attempt to slay the Witherlord. The Luxite in it was a gift from beings known as the Skeins, a leftover remnant from the time of the Luxsprites." The Dreamsmith sighed, staring at the medallion. "Though Nameless was a Narrator of many faults, I can hardly critique his craftsmanship. He could have been a great smith in his life if he'd bothered to learn." He tossed the medallion to Rebus. "It is very, very near to impossible to combine the four elements in any substantial way. And as you saw in the trial, experimenting with them can lead to extremely explosive results. But nearly impossible is not impossible. Now, what would you like me to forge for you?"

"Thank you." Says Palsu, but his eyes remain fixed on the Faceless.

Rebus catches and examines it. “It is remarkably crafted.” He tosses it back, for he does not believe he can keep it. “I came here because I wanted a tool I could rely on. Narration, even by proxy, is such a powerful ability that checks and balances exist against it. One of your weapons, even if it cannot create and restructure everything around it in an instant, is more concrete. I wish to stay alive and well, and for the Thread to stay alive and well. Conflict is an essential part of plot, and a method to protect myself or prevent being countered would serve me well.” 

[NameIess]

6 minutes ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"What did you do?" he said, dropping the Faceless, staring at it. "I can be your Hell."

"Me?" The Faceless Moni laughed harder. "I did nothing. I am merely an ordinary Faceless. Good for little more than preying on the odd innocent traveler and their companions." She grinned at Palsu, causing him to stumble back in fear. "No, it was not I who caused havoc among the Skavi resistance. It was not I who impersonated you and led the fools who trust you to slaughter. That task was given to the greatest of us, Odysseus the False, servant of Surtur."

6 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus catches and examines it. “It is remarkably crafted.” He tosses it back, for he does not believe he can keep it. “I came here because I wanted a tool I could rely on. Narration, even by proxy, is such a powerful ability that checks and balances exist against it. One of your weapons, even if it cannot create and restructure everything around it in an instant, is more concrete. I wish to stay alive and well, and for the Thread to stay alive and well. Conflict is an essential part of plot, and a method to protect myself or prevent being countered would serve me well.” 

"You wish a tool to cause conflict? Very well. I can make this for you. Do you have a preference as to the weapons form?"

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

2 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"Oh, uh . . . okay."

She gave him a small amount of chemistry knowledge.

She wondered why the words "BYE DUDES" had appeared in all caps in the sky.

What a weird Author . . .

He blinked, now suffering a mild headache. “I do feel smarter.”

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

 

"I love power, and the power of knowledge and technology above all other powers. I love being evil" Malevolence paused. "Hate... I hate being weak. I hate knowing that there are gaps in my knowledge that could prove fatal." He frowned. "I hate... many other things, I am sure. I just can't think of them right now."

 

The Priest popped out of the straw beside Bacon, Cricket, Bat, Tam, and Mark. He looked decidedly chipper, standing with enthusiasm and brushing his robes clean. "Bacon, good to see you! Are you all ready for the wedding?"

@Through The Living Glass @xinoehp512 @Halcyon The Only @Ookla the Irreplaceable

She nodded approvingly. “This is good. Excellent, Malevolence. Now tell me— how is power measured?”

Bat jumped. “Jeez!”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, NameIess said:

"Me?" The Faceless Moni laughed harder. "I did nothing. I am merely an ordinary Faceless. Good for little more than preying on the odd innocent traveler and their companions." She grinned at Palsu, causing him to stumble back in fear. "No, it was not I who caused havoc among the Skavi resistance. It was not I who impersonated you and led the fools who trust you to slaughter. That task was given to the greatest of us, Odysseus the False, servant of Surtur."

"You wish a tool to cause conflict? Very well. I can make this for you. Do you have a preference as to the weapons form?"

"No." he whispered. "It made too much sense. After the battle, he had left his army and had ridden to try and end Surtur once and for all. Perfect time for a Faceless to step up. "What happened to them? Do they know it was that monster?" he said, grabbing his spear. "Talk fast."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

3 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

He blinked, now suffering a mild headache. “I do feel smarter.”

"Okay . . . well . . . are you okay with this, though?"

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

"Okay . . . well . . . are you okay with this, though?"

“It’s… it’s good to know.” 

He shuddered. “Change me back. Please.”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

“It’s… it’s good to know.” 

He shuddered. “Change me back. Please.”

"Oh! Okay."

She Narrated it away.

"Better?"

[NameIess]

8 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

She nodded approvingly. “This is good. Excellent, Malevolence. Now tell me— how is power measured?”

"Hm." Malevolence considered this for a good long while. "I think it is measured by the ease with which one can achieve their goals. Or perhaps whether they can achieve their goals when those goals are in conflict with another's."

5 minutes ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"No." he whispered. "It made too much sense. After the battle, he had left his army and had ridden to try and end Surtur once and for all. Perfect time for a Faceless to step up. "What happened to them? Do they know it was that monster?" he said, grabbing his spear. "Talk fast."

"They know." The Faceless said quickly. "They discovered him, though only after suffering a great defeat that left many of them dead. They think they killed him, and perhaps they have. Although as some know, we Faceless are not easy to kill." Her smile widened, and Palsu cowered back further. "Regardless of the truth, to them it appeared that he died swearing that you were dead. That Surtur had slain you for good, and sent Odysseus to clean up your leftover forces. I rather think they believe him."

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 minute ago, NameIess said:

"Hm." Malevolence considered this for a good long while. "I think it is measured by the ease with which one can achieve their goals. Or perhaps whether they can achieve their goals when those goals are in conflict with another's."

"They know." The Faceless said quickly. "They discovered him, though only after suffering a great defeat that left many of them dead. They think they killed him, and perhaps they have. Although as some know, we Faceless are not easy to kill." Her smile widened, and Palsu cowered back further. "Regardless of the truth, to them it appeared that he died swearing that you were dead. That Surtur had slain you for good, and sent Odysseus to clean up your leftover forces. I rather think they believe him."

He stared at him for a long time, then seized the spear and lifted it high, bringing it down into the stomach of the Faceless, impaling him. "Lie your way out of this one, monster." he whispered. "I am Ragnorak's reckoning. I will bring vengeance."

Yes, he's a drama queen.  

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

56 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

The clones stands, hands clasped behind his back. After a moment, he helps himself to some lasagna, though he does not require food. 

"Hey! That's my lasagna! You can't just take it like that!"

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

14 minutes ago, NameIess said:

"You wish a tool to cause conflict? Very well. I can make this for you. Do you have a preference as to the weapons form?"

Rebus shakes his head. “I wish for a tool to either assist me in causing all sorts of plot, or one to protect me should the type of plot that has been caused is conflict. Which is not quite the same, though similar. The form of the weapon… my primary weapon now is utility fog - nanotech that moves and shapes itself as I direct. I am unsure how you could forge such a thing, considering that a vital element is the redundancy and ease of replacement for one individual foglet.” 

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

Ryss gives up on taking his lasagna from clones and walks over to a nearby aluminum haberdashery. It's empty when he walks in, so he silently wanders the aisles. As he does he hears a ding as two women in dark cloaks wander in, having drifted down from the sky. Both of them are tall with a strong build. As they enter a squeak comes from a back room. A short, portly man stumbles behind the checkout desk. 

"Ap-p-pologies, m'ladies, I was just getting the-"

"Money. Yes. We know. Now hand it over. We wouldn't want the Machination... hurting this establishment, would we?" One of the ladies says softly under her hood. Ryss crouches down, hiding behind a beautiful display of peanut leather hatboxes (on sale for 27.23% off). 

"Yes'm." The man says softly. He hands over a bag of what sounds like coins, which one of the women takes, tucking it into her cloak. 

"Good. Now return to business." The two of them turn to leave. "Oh. And don't worry about your daughter. She's in good hands. The best. Keep paying, and things will stay that way..."