The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

5 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

someone for whom the presence of reality causes excruciating pain

Founder's Trilogy reference?

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

11 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

“Should you agree, Kimo Laboratories will have my full backing. I shall protect, direct, and supply your endeavors, incorporating your organization into my own. As my current head scientist has been revealed to have been planning to assassinate me, you will replace him in that position, and he will work under you should I decide not to execute him.” 
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Rebus nodded, a satisfied smile on his face. “What has               been doing?” 

I wonder what Agony will do to someone for whom the presence of reality causes excruciating pain… Asking for a friend  

Ping me if you do want someone (said someone will not be Rebus, unless something happens related to him). 
Rebus, not fooled by o-b-f-u-s-c-a-t-i-o-n, shook his head. “I was not responsible; tragic backstories typically do not reference established characters, though if the Authors truly acknowledged my interplanetary empire I would have effects across the Thread.” 

um

Agony would prolly kill the person, sooo.......

Put them out of their misery sort of thing

I'll see if Ashkolada responds, but I may need you

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

8 minutes ago, Sarcasm spren said:

*kimo

dax nodded. "That, sound like s lisble plan. A few questions are in play. Can we continue helping refuges from the war cycle through and get to our sister planet safely? And will you respect the decisions and actions of everyone who lives here?"

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Hawks jaw dropps. "Bro what the" comical censorship over their curses "man. Okay then. And as for       . That's spoilers. But tell your author I suggest checking out his page on the wiki. And to Please UPDATE YOUR PAGE."

"I'm sure you can understand wanting to maintain the ability to deny requests, but I do allow a lot of autonomy for my lieutenants, and some of my first subjects were refugees from the Eternal Mountains." Rebus paused. "If you're uncertain, I could show you the conditions under my reign via a short tour." 

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"I've read             's page - it is intriguing, though I knew much of it already." Rebus nodded thoughtfully. "As for my own, my Author shall do as you suggest."

5 minutes ago, Ookla the Wallfacer said:

Founder's Trilogy reference?

Nope. How much do you know of TLT's lore? 

4 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

um

Agony would prolly kill the person, sooo.......

Put them out of their misery sort of thing

I'll see if Ashkolada responds, but I may need you

Ah, but what if the person gave Agony the chance to kill reality instead? 

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

1 minute ago, DragonHeir said:

"I'm sure you can understand wanting to maintain the ability to deny requests, but I do allow a lot of autonomy for my lieutenants, and some of my first subjects were refugees from the Eternal Mountains." Rebus paused. "If you're uncertain, I could show you the conditions under my reign via a short tour." 

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"I've read             's page - it is intriguing, though I knew much of it already." Rebus nodded thoughtfully. "As for my own, my Author shall do as you suggest."

Nope. How much do you know of TLT's lore? 

Ah, but what if the person gave Agony the chance to kill reality instead? 

That would make Agony a narrator

FOr reasons

[Keke They/he]

Just now, DragonHeir said:

I'm sure you can understand wanting to maintain the ability to deny requests, but I do allow a lot of autonomy for my lieutenants, and some of my first subjects were refugees from the Eternal Mountains." Rebus paused. "If you're uncertain, I could show you the conditions under my reign via a short tour." 

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"I've read             's page - it is intriguing, though I knew much of it already." Rebus nodded thoughtfully. "As for my own, my Author shall do as you suggest."

PAUSE. DAX PLOT

-

"AlrightY rebus. Time for a lesson. I have smart characters. And whilr i am on some levels smart. Not your level. So hoe about we make a deal where you talk in your fancy way and pls dumb it down to me level Kay . Cause fr i dont know what that said. So please answer this in simple terms. Did you say yes or no to the cycling of refugees? And dumb down the last part about the autonomy." Hawks said in a defeated tone

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

6 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Nope. How much do you know of TLT's lore? 

Whatever's on the wiki and what you and Nameless have told me.

[Shatter He/Him]

23 hours ago, Sequence said:

“Correct. Her power was able to keep her alive.”

Willow made a soft buzzing sound. “Though now that it is gone, I can’t help but feel… not very optimistic about her fate. What makes you so certain she will survive?”

Ryna thinks. "I don't know," she finally says. 

I want Ryna to grow from her current naïve state.

47 minutes ago, Sarcasm spren said:

*kimo

dax nodded. "That, sound like s lisble plan. A few questions are in play. Can we continue helping refuges from the war cycle through and get to our sister planet safely? And will you respect the decisions and actions of everyone who lives here?"

-

Hawks jaw dropps. "Bro what the" comical censorship over their curses "man. Okay then. And as for       . That's spoilers. But tell your author I suggest checking out his page on the wiki. And to Please UPDATE YOUR PAGE."

the censorship is also necessary IRL

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

16 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

That would make Agony a narrator

FOr reasons

Not quite a Narrator, no. It would make Agony a Fallen. 

13 minutes ago, Sarcasm spren said:

PAUSE. DAX PLOT

-

"AlrightY rebus. Time for a lesson. I have smart characters. And whilr i am on some levels smart. Not your level. So hoe about we make a deal where you talk in your fancy way and pls dumb it down to me level Kay . Cause fr i dont know what that said. So please answer this in simple terms. Did you say yes or no to the cycling of refugees? And dumb down the last part about the autonomy." Hawks said in a defeated tone

Rebus nodded. "Very well. I said the following: 'You can't make any decision you would like, but I'll let you do a lot of things, just like how I let the other people working for me make their own choices. Some of the first people in my empire were refugees - they were from when Utility and I fought in the Eternal Mountains, where Bat and Rose are from - and if you let me take you on a tour you'll see it's actually a good place to live.' I didn't actually say I'd let them continue, but I most likely will - I simply want to see if there is an important reason not to before I commit."

11 minutes ago, Ookla the Wallfacer said:

Whatever's on the wiki and what you and Nameless have told me.

I should really get to moving the Essence descriptions to the wiki... Long story short, there are three more groups like the Narrators. The Ennullers are one - they can stop things from happening or wipe them out of existence, and work to make sure nothing catastrophically bad happens, like a Narrator leaving TLT and messing around in a realistic roleplay. They also talk like this. The Luxsprites are another - they're all dead, but when they did exist they could control energy and were more calm and supportive than the capricious Narrators. Finally, there are the Withergeists. They live in the Void between worlds, and when they get into reality they try to destroy it, mainly through bonding with people and giving them destructive powers. Anyone bonded to a withergeist can also give orders to the others, but they will eventually be consumed by darkness and turn into a new withergeist (if they had magic, it can yield a more powerful withergeist. Sequence was at one point almost turned into a Narratorgeist, and a number of the Luxsprites were turned into the Fallen). And while withergeists are weaker than the other three (you can kill individual withergeists pretty easily with light or magic), their king, the Witherlord, is astronomically more powerful than pretty much any other entity in the Thread. 

In retrospect, I could have just linked to Xino's blog: 

 

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

3 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Not quite a Narrator, no. It would make Agony a Fallen. 

Rebus nodded. "Very well. I said the following: 'You can't make any decision you would like, but I'll let you do a lot of things, just like how I let the other people working for me make their own choices. Some of the first people in my empire were refugees - they were from when Utility and I fought in the Eternal Mountains, where Bat and Rose are from - and if you let me take you on a tour you'll see it's actually a good place to live.' I didn't actually say I'd let them continue, but I most likely will - I simply want to see if there is an important reason not to before I commit."

I should really get to moving the Essence descriptions to the wiki... Long story short, there are three more groups like the Narrators. The Ennullers are one - they can stop things from happening or wipe them out of existence, and work to make sure nothing catastrophically bad happens, like a Narrator leaving TLT and messing around in a realistic roleplay. They also talk like this. The Luxsprites are another - they're all dead, but when they did exist they could control energy and were more calm and supportive than the capricious Narrators. Finally, there are the Withergeists. They live in the Void between worlds, and when they get into reality they try to destroy it, mainly through bonding with people and giving them destructive powers. Anyone bonded to a withergeist can also give orders to the others, but they will eventually be consumed by darkness and turn into a new withergeist (if they had magic, it can yield a more powerful withergeist. Sequence was at one point almost turned into a Narratorgeist, and a number of the Luxsprites were turned into the Fallen). And while withergeists are weaker than the other three (you can kill individual withergeists pretty easily with light or magic), their king, the Witherlord, is astronomically more powerful than pretty much any other entity in the Thread. 

In retrospect, I could have just linked to Xino's blog: 

 

No, agony would be a Narrator

There are valid reasons

Edited December 21, 2025 by SpiritOfWrath

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

6 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

I should really get to moving the Essence descriptions to the wiki... Long story short, there are three more groups like the Narrators. The Ennullers are one - they can stop things from happening or wipe them out of existence, and work to make sure nothing catastrophically bad happens, like a Narrator leaving TLT and messing around in a realistic roleplay. They also talk like this. The Luxsprites are another - they're all dead, but when they did exist they could control energy and were more calm and supportive than the capricious Narrators. Finally, there are the Withergeists. They live in the Void between worlds, and when they get into reality they try to destroy it, mainly through bonding with people and giving them destructive powers. Anyone bonded to a withergeist can also give orders to the others, but they will eventually be consumed by darkness and turn into a new withergeist (if they had magic, it can yield a more powerful withergeist. Sequence was at one point almost turned into a Narratorgeist, and a number of the Luxsprites were turned into the Fallen). And while withergeists are weaker than the other three (you can kill individual withergeists pretty easily with light or magic), their king, the Witherlord, is astronomically more powerful than pretty much any other entity in the Thread. 

In retrospect, I could have just linked to Xino's blog: 

 

Ahh okay.

[Keke They/he]

20 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus nodded. "Very well. I said the following: 'You can't make any decision you would like, but I'll let you do a lot of things, just like how I let the other people working for me make their own choices. Some of the first people in my empire were refugees - they were from when Utility and I fought in the Eternal Mountains, where Bat and Rose are from - and if you let me take you on a tour you'll see it's actually a good place to live.' I didn't actually say I'd let them continue, but I most likely will - I simply want to see if there is an important reason not to before I commit."

"pkay. And would they be going to your place. Or could they comtinue filtering to the sister planet?"

 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

47 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

No, agony would be a Narrator

There are valid reasons

Even if you stuff him full of Chaotic Darkness? 

26 minutes ago, Sarcasm spren said:

"pkay. And would they be going to your place. Or could they comtinue filtering to the sister planet?"

 

“I would let them choose. Of course, the sister planet might very well be one of my places, if Kimo has jurisdiction over it.” 

[Keke They/he]

1 minute ago, DragonHeir said:

Even if you stuff him full of Chaotic Darkness? 

“I would let them choose. Of course, the sister planet might very well be one of my places, if Kimo has jurisdiction over it.” 

"okay well the sister planet isnt in unfer the control of kimo. Kimo is merely an ally."

lowkey should i have the sister planet being the planet my main story takes place on? Twould introduce A CRAP ton of new lore. And help me get ideas for how to continue the story if it. Although idk how Cannon cannon i would have it be since technically its in another universe. 

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

6 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Even if you stuff him full of Chaotic Darkness? 

“I would let them choose. Of course, the sister planet might very well be one of my places, if Kimo has jurisdiction over it.” 

…when is he getting stuffed with that? 

[Shatter He/Him]

1 hour ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

That would make Agony a narrator

FOr reasons

@Ashkaloda gimme your notes pls

[NameIess]

  

On 12/17/2025 at 11:08 AM, Sequence said:

Aelinor's eyes flashed with anger, glancing at Ryna before looking back over at Sequence. "Story," Aelinor repeated sourly, before sucking in a breath and stalking over to Unintelligible and the dark figure. "So that's it then?" She spat, looking the dark figure up and down with a particular sort of disdain, before leveling her gaze at Unintelligible. "Are we just giving up?"

Sequence didn't stir, and her breathing was soft and shallow, but she looked... peaceful.

 

On 12/17/2025 at 6:08 AM, Shatter said:

Ryna shifts slightly, her eyes flicking over to where Sequence rests in Unintelligible's arms as he's talking to some old man.

“By fraying, I mean… that there’s still a chance, even if things look broken. There’s a light, however small, keeping it from ending.”

She bites her lip, hands fidgeting with her satchel strap.

“I’ll do whatever is needed. She seems like her story should be recorded.”

She fiddles with a glowing tome inside her satchel.

Staring down at Sequence's face, hearing confirmed the futility of his hopes, Ookla the Unintelligible did not feel like a hero. Truth be told, he had never really felt like a hero. But... Sequence saw him as one. Squeezing his eyes shut against the tears that threatened to overwhelm him, Unintelligible searched desperately for some way to save Sequence. Surely he'd encountered some Plotblade, some power, some something that could save Sequence.

There was nothing. He'd searched far and wide for a cure. The Great Wizard, a being bonded to a Withergeist yet uncorrupted enough to be able to help, had been all he could find. Truly, even finding such a man had been a stroke of luck. If even he could not help, then nothing could. Unintelligible shuddered, feeling hope begin to die within him.

Except...

With a shock, Unintelligible realized that Ookla season had come and gone. He had been so focused on reaching the Great Wizard that he hadn't even noticed. So full of worry that the boundless, chaotic power of the Ooklas had found no purchase within him.

Could I have healed her? He wondered. Then he discarded the idea. The powers of the Ookla were chaotic, powerful, and nigh-uncontrollable, not powers of healing.

And yet...

A tiny hope sparked back to life within Unintelligible. Seizing on the dying embers of Ookla season's power, he opened his mouth and spoke. His words were unintelligible to those standing around him, his mouth moving without sound. And yet, in another world, in a workshop made from memory and dreams, his voice rang out clearly.

Dreamsmith. I need your help.

Unintelligible felt shock from the Dreamsmith, then, as he explained Sequence's situation, sorrow.

Unintelligible. I cannot interfere in the world of the living directly. Even if I could, even if she were here in my workshop, I could not heal her.

I do not need you to heal her. Unintelligible replied urgently. The Wizard could heal her with the right tools. You could make those tools. I know you can.

I... do not know. She has little time left. And Ivisyre's power is great. I should know. I forged the blade responsible for that wound. Regret tinged the Dreamsmith's voice. Deep regret. I had hoped the side effects would temper Ivisyre's destructive tendencies.

Dreamsmith. You can do this. I know you can. And even if you can't, don't you owe me an attempt?

The Dreamsmith made no reply to this. Not at first. Then Unintelligible heard a sound. The quiet clicking of metal on wood. He looked behind him just in time to see a small, but not tiny, twelve-legged automaton appear through a tiny crack in reality. Panels flipped up all along the edges of the robot, revealing tiny eyes with which it observed the room. It walked to the foot of the stairs, between Unintelligible and the old man. Then it settled down, and a prismatic  light emitted from a device on its top. From that light formed the Dreamsmith. Smoky, not quite real, he stood and looked down at Sequence. He spoke in a voice translated by Reverie's power, he spoke. "I will do what I can, my friend. I will do what I can."

On 12/17/2025 at 5:37 PM, DragonHeir said:

Jack ran forwards a couple steps, then stopped, realizing that this too might be an illusion. He returned to a more measured walk, staying close to Lyric. 

Lyric continued singing, relief entering his tone as the visible section of wall brightened further, then parted to reveal the exit to the mall.

There was only one problem. In between Jack, Lyric, and safety stood a man with glowing skin, long, unkempt hair, and a crazed grin.

"Your minds will taste most sweet."

On 12/17/2025 at 5:37 PM, DragonHeir said:

Rebus laughed. He’d suspected Balitan would try to betray him eventually, but he’d thought the man would simply rob the lab. Trying to kill him - him, Rebus? Balitan actually thought that would work? “It would be traditional to execute you,” Rebus said, tone and kind smile at total contrast to his words, “I could tear your mind apart and assimilate your skills, then fill your body with Essences and record how you die.” He put a gentle hand on Balitan’s shoulder, nanomachines and magic a single thought away from surging through that hand and doing exactly as Rebus had said. “But I will allow you to dissuade me. Please - for your sake I hope you have a good argument.” 

Balitan froze. Then his mind began to work frantically. A dozen possible arguments went through his mind in an instant, and he settled on what he felt was most convincing. "Because I did not carry out my plan to kill you. I decided not to for three reasons. First, because it would not work. You have split yourself dozens of ways. I could kill one body, perhaps, do some damage to your soul if I was lucky, but your greater self would survive. And kill me. So my plan was useless." Balitan raised a finger. "In addition, I would also like to posit as evidence of my non-intention to kill you the crudeness of this plan. If I truly were determined to betray you, I would have spent far more time researching a way to force you to coalesce, or to spread Mordite damage across your soul fragments." Balitan wiped sweat from his brow, but his voice was gaining in confidence as he continued. "Second, because I realized that while you are not a good person, killing you would create a power vacuum that would result in a more dangerous villain arising to replace you." He pointed towards the screen, where Malevolence's video was still paused dramatically. "If I kill you, who will claim Antagonist? Malevolence? Ivisyre? Some unknown villain even worse? You are... not a good person. That is true. But you are careful. Surgical. You do not wish to expose yourself to defeat, and so you do not partake in plans that create obvious, fightable evil. Your empire? A utopia, or at least a dystopia disguised as one. Your machinations? Mainly focused on gaining personal power and knowledge. Even in your quest for the Witherlord's mantle, you present yourself as the best, most reasonable option. Your plan seems to whisper that the Witherlord will be summoned eventually, so it might as well be by someone who does not want to use its power to destroy everything." Balitan had stopped sweating, violet eyes flashing with passion as he explained his logic. More than ever, he looked strikingly similar to Malevolence. "Third and most important, I stopped trying to kill you because I realized that you need me. I began planning out of the fear that you would kill me. After learning of your plans, I realized that you need me, and my research. Without me, your plans will fail, and you w-

Malevolence's video crackled back to life, cutting Balitan off. "Slumber in peace." Balitan's eyes glassed over, and he froze mid sentence.

Malevolence grinned. "If you've already killed my poor, weak brother, then I suppose I gave that command for nothing. Still, I doubt you'll kill him. He's as intelligent and arrogant as I am, and unlike me has not a spark of evil within him, making him easy to manipulate." He shook his head distastefully. "Thank you for gathering those resources, by the way. I will put them to good use. For now, I wished to issue you a challenge. The Witherlord is out of reach for both of us while Bacon's Author is inactive. However, we can still compete in other ways." The screen shifted from Malevolence's face, showing instead an image of various characters. Cricket, Unintelligible, Jack and Lyric, Hawks, Cep. "I propose a competition in line with both your main goals and mine. We both attempt to interfere with the lives of a character or group of characters. Whoever does a better job of ruining the life of, killing, converting to evil, et cetera of said character or group of characters wins! That will keep you relevant, incite both exciting plot to entice your Author to give you further life and potentially even a Protagonist to appear, something your Witherlord plan requires. It will also give me the chance to prove myself the superior villain. If you accept, come meet me at the Trisolaran ships, where we can discuss terms."

The video ended, leaving Rebus in the dim light of the lab, Balitan frozen in place before him.

On 12/18/2025 at 4:29 AM, Ookla the Wallfacer said:

Sandy took the paper and pen and wriggled his fingers. He winced, and his being flickered. He tried moving the four fingers on his right hand independently, but he just couldn't.

He passed the paper and pen to 18142. 18142 started describing someone he'd only seen briefly, and only through his mind's eye. It was a tall man, with red hair and silvery, gleaming eyes. He had broad shoulders, and wore a flowing, rainbow cape.

He looked up at Malevolence.

Malevolence took the paper. Then he crossed out what 18142 had written and wrote instead:

'the man was a slug who hated pineapples.'

Then he wrote further:

'The slug was a god. He had created universes and destroyed them. This slug noticed a tiny, insignificant race known as the Trisolarans, and wiped them from existence at a whim. (They reminded him of pineapples)'

Malevolence handed the paper back to 18142. "This is the power of the Narrator."

[Shatter He/Him]

14 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Staring down at Sequence's face, hearing confirmed the futility of his hopes, Ookla the Unintelligible did not feel like a hero. Truth be told, he had never really felt like a hero. But... Sequence saw him as one. Squeezing his eyes shut against the tears that threatened to overwhelm him, Unintelligible searched desperately for some way to save Sequence. Surely he'd encountered some Plotblade, some power, some something that could save Sequence.

There was nothing. He'd searched far and wide for a cure. The Great Wizard, a being bonded to a Withergeist yet uncorrupted enough to be able to help, had been all he could find. Truly, even finding such a man had been a stroke of luck. If even he could not help, then nothing could. Unintelligible shuddered, feeling hope begin to die within him.

Except...

With a shock, Unintelligible realized that Ookla season had come and gone. He had been so focused on reaching the Great Wizard that he hadn't even noticed. So full of worry that the boundless, chaotic power of the Ooklas had found no purchase within him.

Could I have healed her? He wondered. Then he discarded the idea. The powers of the Ookla were chaotic, powerful, and nigh-uncontrollable, not powers of healing.

And yet...

A tiny hope sparked back to life within Unintelligible. Seizing on the dying embers of Ookla season's power, he opened his mouth and spoke. His words were unintelligible to those standing around him, his mouth moving without sound. And yet, in another world, in a workshop made from memory and dreams, his voice rang out clearly.

Dreamsmith. I need your help.

Unintelligible felt shock from the Dreamsmith, then, as he explained Sequence's situation, sorrow.

Unintelligible. I cannot interfere in the world of the living directly. Even if I could, even if she were here in my workshop, I could not heal her.

I do not need you to heal her. Unintelligible replied urgently. The Wizard could heal her with the right tools. You could make those tools. I know you can.

I... do not know. She has little time left. And Ivisyre's power is great. I should know. I forged the blade responsible for that wound. Regret tinged the Dreamsmith's voice. Deep regret. I had hoped the side effects would temper Ivisyre's destructive tendencies.

Dreamsmith. You can do this. I know you can. And even if you can't, don't you owe me an attempt?

The Dreamsmith made no reply to this. Not at first. Then Unintelligible heard a sound. The quiet clicking of metal on wood. He looked behind him just in time to see a small, but not tiny, twelve-legged automaton appear through a tiny crack in reality. Panels flipped up all along the edges of the robot, revealing tiny eyes with which it observed the room. It walked to the foot of the stairs, between Unintelligible and the old man. Then it settled down, and a prismatic  light emitted from a device on its top. From that light formed the Dreamsmith. Smoky, not quite real, he stood and looked down at Sequence. He spoke in a voice translated by Reverie's power, he spoke. "I will do what I can, my friend. I will do what I can."

Ryna ran over, curious as ever. She looked over at Willow, “See?”, she said happily, “I told you everything would turn out right!” She turned with more worried eyes to Unintelligible, “She won't have Narration now, will she? How will she deal with that? I have… had experience with similar things.” Her eyes watered. “I know what it feels like.”

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

3 hours ago, NameIess said:

Malevolence took the paper. Then he crossed out what 18142 had written and wrote instead:

'the man was a slug who hated pineapples.'

Then he wrote further:

'The slug was a god. He had created universes and destroyed them. This slug noticed a tiny, insignificant race known as the Trisolarans, and wiped them from existence at a whim. (They reminded him of pineapples)'

Malevolence handed the paper back to 18142. "This is the power of the Narrator."

"So," 18142 said. "Are Narrators the slug? Or perhaps you, writing the slug?"

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

Okay

while I’m waiting for Ashkolada (Ash?)

 

Delusion opened her eyes, letting out a heavy breath. She pulled the cloak tighter around her as she walked through the terrible storm.

She stepped into the small shelter, smiling as she viewed the family. “Time to go. Get on the train!”

The family, viewing a world of fantasy among the dank surroundings, climbed out of the shelter.

They died immediately. It was for the best; food had ran out days ago.

[Shatter He/Him]

56 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Okay

while I’m waiting for Ashkolada (Ash?)

 

Delusion opened her eyes, letting out a heavy breath. She pulled the cloak tighter around her as she walked through the terrible storm.

She stepped into the small shelter, smiling as she viewed the family. “Time to go. Get on the train!”

The family, viewing a world of fantasy among the dank surroundings, climbed out of the shelter.

They died immediately. It was for the best; food had ran out days ago.

well thats not depressing at all

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

2 minutes ago, Shatter said:

well thats not depressing at all

The Notblades are meant to be depressing

Do you want to interact with Delusion?

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

12 hours ago, NameIess said:

Staring down at Sequence's face, hearing confirmed the futility of his hopes, Ookla the Unintelligible did not feel like a hero. Truth be told, he had never really felt like a hero. But... Sequence saw him as one. Squeezing his eyes shut against the tears that threatened to overwhelm him, Unintelligible searched desperately for some way to save Sequence. Surely he'd encountered some Plotblade, some power, some something that could save Sequence.

There was nothing. He'd searched far and wide for a cure. The Great Wizard, a being bonded to a Withergeist yet uncorrupted enough to be able to help, had been all he could find. Truly, even finding such a man had been a stroke of luck. If even he could not help, then nothing could. Unintelligible shuddered, feeling hope begin to die within him.

Except...

With a shock, Unintelligible realized that Ookla season had come and gone. He had been so focused on reaching the Great Wizard that he hadn't even noticed. So full of worry that the boundless, chaotic power of the Ooklas had found no purchase within him.

Could I have healed her? He wondered. Then he discarded the idea. The powers of the Ookla were chaotic, powerful, and nigh-uncontrollable, not powers of healing.

And yet...

A tiny hope sparked back to life within Unintelligible. Seizing on the dying embers of Ookla season's power, he opened his mouth and spoke. His words were unintelligible to those standing around him, his mouth moving without sound. And yet, in another world, in a workshop made from memory and dreams, his voice rang out clearly.

Dreamsmith. I need your help.

Unintelligible felt shock from the Dreamsmith, then, as he explained Sequence's situation, sorrow.

Unintelligible. I cannot interfere in the world of the living directly. Even if I could, even if she were here in my workshop, I could not heal her.

I do not need you to heal her. Unintelligible replied urgently. The Wizard could heal her with the right tools. You could make those tools. I know you can.

I... do not know. She has little time left. And Ivisyre's power is great. I should know. I forged the blade responsible for that wound. Regret tinged the Dreamsmith's voice. Deep regret. I had hoped the side effects would temper Ivisyre's destructive tendencies.

Dreamsmith. You can do this. I know you can. And even if you can't, don't you owe me an attempt?

The Dreamsmith made no reply to this. Not at first. Then Unintelligible heard a sound. The quiet clicking of metal on wood. He looked behind him just in time to see a small, but not tiny, twelve-legged automaton appear through a tiny crack in reality. Panels flipped up all along the edges of the robot, revealing tiny eyes with which it observed the room. It walked to the foot of the stairs, between Unintelligible and the old man. Then it settled down, and a prismatic  light emitted from a device on its top. From that light formed the Dreamsmith. Smoky, not quite real, he stood and looked down at Sequence. He spoke in a voice translated by Reverie's power, he spoke. "I will do what I can, my friend. I will do what I can."

Aelinor was fuming, pacing back and forth and muttering to herself. She jumped in alarm when the Dreamsmith's apparition appeared, reaching once again for a non-existent sword at her hip. She looked between Unintelligible and the Dreamsmith, taking a step forward and opening her mouth. She stopped herself. All it once, it struck her that... These people were much older than she. Unintelligible had known Sequence thousands of pages, and Aelinor was barely a thousand pages old herself. She wrapped her arms around herself, stepping back and looking at her feet. Best to stay out until she was needed.

Willow, however, immediately floated forward with an alarmed red glow. "What is this?" It asked, spinning end over end stationary in the air. "Who is this? Pardon me for not being particularly inclined to trust strange holograms whom appear from strange creatures lurking in strange doors." Aelinor cringed.

[Shatter He/Him]

4 hours ago, Sequence said:

Aelinor was fuming, pacing back and forth and muttering to herself. She jumped in alarm when the Dreamsmith's apparition appeared, reaching once again for a non-existent sword at her hip. She looked between Unintelligible and the Dreamsmith, taking a step forward and opening her mouth. She stopped herself. All it once, it struck her that... These people were much older than she. Unintelligible had known Sequence thousands of pages, and Aelinor was barely a thousand pages old herself. She wrapped her arms around herself, stepping back and looking at her feet. Best to stay out until she was needed.

Willow, however, immediately floated forward with an alarmed red glow. "What is this?" It asked, spinning end over end stationary in the air. "Who is this? Pardon me for not being particularly inclined to trust strange holograms whom appear from strange creatures lurking in strange doors." Aelinor cringed.

Ryna falls silent.

The room feels too full with light, voices, and old grief. She steps back, then hesitates, and moves instead to stand beside Aelinor. Not close enough to intrude. Close enough to be there.

She awkwardly adjusts her satchel, offering a small, uncertain glance Aelinor’s way.

Also letting y'all know, she is tens of thousands of years old but also seems very naïve. Basically Hoid levels of memory, too.

 

Edited December 21, 2025 by Shatter

[LessName]

56 minutes ago, Ookla the Married said:

By the time Regulus reached the fork in the tunnel, he had long since begun regretting his choice to go fight a dragon with so little preparation. He felt almost as if he'd lost all control of himself the moment he'd begun walking towards the cave, dragged along by some force or being beyond his comprehension. Still, he felt an obligation towards the maiden. Since he'd delayed so long at the inn, he did not feel it was fair to keep her waiting any longer, and so he decided to press onwards.

Regulus carefully considered the fork in the road, and thought back to a seemingly incomprehensible piece of advice he'd received from his uncle, Butt Venture.

A young Regulus, having just gotten out of bed to use the restroom, overheard the following snippet of advice from his uncle. "She's always right, eh?" Butt had said to Eof. "Never could stand to be otherwise."

For long hours, Regulus had pondered this piece of advice, never able to truly understand it. Now, however, its meaning became clear. Confident in his choice, Regulus headed off down the rightmost tunnel.

Again, it should be noted that growing up with a father capable of seeing the future who has a tendency towards giving cryptic advice that doesn't make sense until years later, has an effect on a child's understanding of conversational banter.

Placing a hand on the pommel of his sword in a way he thought looked cool, Regulus strode down the corridor of stone towards his goal.

Somehow going down the correct tunnel, Regulus would soon reach an expansive cavern, and find the dragon. It sat curled up on a pile of varied mammal bones, constructed almost like a bird's nest. As the brave hero stepped forward, he could see that the dragon, was no longer in its prime, as it started sneezing out smoke. The reptile, having heard a bone snap under Regulus' foot, turned its head to look in that direction with its milky white eyes, despite not being able to see. The dragon's formerly thick hide seemed to hang somewhat loose on its frailer frame, and its scales had started to go grey. With a rather pathetic attempt at a roar, the beast proceeded to start the long processes of standing up.

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

HEY DOES ANYONE WANT TO INTERACT WITH MY CHARACTER Delusion?

OR MY CHARACTER Agony?

@DragonHeir???

Edited December 21, 2025 by SpiritOfWrath