The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Shatter He/Him]

20 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

“What have you heard, felt, tasted? I can show you anything, any paradise.”

Delusion has a bit of a complex you’ll have to get past first, sorry.

he's a bit delusional I guess

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

Just now, Shatter said:

he's a bit delusional I guess

She?

she’s a she

agony is the he

but yeah definitely very very insane.

[Shatter He/Him]

37 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

She?

she’s a she

agony is the he

but yeah definitely very very insane.

oop. sorry. wasnt paying attention. they seem suited for each other. in a horrible sort of way.

i ship them

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

12 minutes ago, Shatter said:

oop. sorry. wasnt paying attention. they seem suited for each other. in a horrible sort of way.

i ship them

Ship… who?

Agony and Delusion? The twins?

[Shatter He/Him]

12 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Ship… who?

Agony and Delusion? The twins?

I... am really not paying attention, apparently. Lemme check if I'm running a fever.

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

4 hours ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

“What have you heard, felt, tasted? I can show you anything, any paradise.”

Delusion has a bit of a complex you’ll have to get past first, sorry.

"I have already heard all I could hear, felt everything I could feel, tasted everything there is to taste. The latter category is especially lacking in variety. Paradise holds no allure for me; it inevitably hides darkness, and poorly at that."

[NameIess]

  

On 12/21/2025 at 7:15 PM, Ookla the Wallfacer said:

Sandy and 18142 nodded slowly. "Does using this cost anything to Narrators? Like metals for Allomancy?"

 

On 12/22/2025 at 1:10 PM, DragonHeir said:

“Prismite,” Rebus said, having materialized without a sound. “But Narrators replenish their supply naturally, so unless they’re fighting another Narrator or split into thousands of copies, the cost is inconsequential.” 

"That is true." Malevolence confirmed. "However, another factor is the makeup of reality." He waved a hand through the air in front of him. "On a fundamental level everything, from the air we breath to the ground upon which we stand to our own bodies, is made of Chaotic Light. The same essence that Narrators have control over. I theorize that most often, Narrators do expend any Prismite to Narrate, but simply manipulate the light already present in the world."

Malevolence turned to Rebus. "So you've decided to accept my offer?" He sneered "Predictable. So, what should the terms of our competition be?"

On 12/21/2025 at 8:28 PM, Shatter said:

“Yes, Master Tovir,” Ryna whispered. She opened The Chronicle and brushed a page. Words and pictures filled it for a microsecond, and then vanished. She closed it and put it back in her satchel.

The Author who had been watching was amused. Perhaps he should create a similar character. One who chronicled the story of TLT... yes, that would be an interesting archetype.

On 12/22/2025 at 12:05 AM, Sequence said:

Willow made a soft buzzing sound, but did not respond.

Aelinor looked down at her hands with a frown, nodding gently at the Dreamsmith's words.

Sequence...
Did not move. She was deathly still, her skin dull and gray. Aelinor leaned closer, frowning as she scanned Sequence's face. The darkness tinged with crimson that surrounded her wound was now gone, but a different kind of darkness remained. Some of kind that had coated the hands of the Great Wizard, and then Ivisyre's essence, had remained. Clung to her flesh, as if resisting being pulled away from something familiar...

And then Sequence moved. She grimaced, her face twisting up in discomfort and one of her hands drifting towards her side. Aelinor's eyes widened, and she nudged Unintelligible's arm. "Set her down..." She murmured, seeming rather stunned and in disbelief.

Unintelligible set Sequence down gently, then took a step back, breath catching in his chest. He felt... hope. Perhaps, maybe, just maybe, it had worked? He tried not to look at the darkness that still lingered. Surely that was just residue. Surely... Surely she would be alright.

"Sequence?" He whispered in a shaky voice. "Sequence? Are..." He squeezed his eye shut, then opened them immediately, desperately examining Sequence's face. "Are you... awake?"

On 12/22/2025 at 1:10 PM, DragonHeir said:

Jack stopped in his tracks. “No it won’t,” he stammered. “My mind is… sour. It’s sour, you don’t want it.” Springs wound tighter within him, and he leveled his tone, speaking quietly to Lyric. “I’ll distract him. I’m faster than I look, and whatever it is he does might not work while you keep singing.” 

"No." Ortithox took a step forward, saliva dripping down his glowing chin. "Your minds are... unique." He looked at Jack. "A mechanical mind. Wonderful. So orderly. I wonder, what will you be once I have consumed it? Humans become husks, easily controlled. Will your body continue to function, once your mind is mine? And the other." He said, turning his gaze to Lyric. "An aged mind. A mind filled with songs from an age long, long past. Songs faded with age, even within the storehouses of memory." The sage shivered. "Yes... oh yes. I will enjoy feasting upon you both. But first, your bodies must be overcome." Closing his eyes, Ortithox's voice dropped to a low, threatening growl. "Seize them, my followers. Cease their singing and hold their limbs."

The illusory surroundings vanished, revealing dozens of humans with glowing white eyes surrounding Lyric and Jack. As one, they raised their arms and ran towards the pair.

On 12/22/2025 at 1:10 PM, DragonHeir said:

Those were good reasons. Rebus waved a hand, and nanomachines crept into Balitan’s wrist, forming a silvery tattoo. He would leave the man alive, though he would pay far more attention in the future. 
As for the lab… Rebus stood still for a moment, and all the computers rebooted. Not that it would stop Malevolence, but perhaps it would be helpful all the same. 

Balitan slowly returned to consciousness. "You need me," He muttered to himself. "Because if you are the Witherlord, someone will need to invent a Mordite alloy..." He blinked. "Did I black out again? What happened?"

On 12/22/2025 at 11:00 PM, SpiritOfWrath said:

“Interesting… an interesting lie. There is pain in everything, burdens unseen or unfelt. But still present. Just as a bridge does not feel itself buckle underneath its load, you may not feel your pain.”

Agony felt someone who bore great pain approaching. The pain of death, scabbed over by time's passing, yet perhaps worsened by the time it had been borne.

What would happen to Agony if the person who caused the pain is already dead?

Edited December 29, 2025 by NameIess

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

On 12/22/2025 at 2:17 PM, Sarcasm spren said:

"Yeah"

UNPAUSE DAX

"Im going to take you up on the tour offer. before I accept."

Rebus blinked, quite some time having passed. “Apologies for my Author’s inactivity.” 
-

Dax blinked out of existence, leaving only the whoosh of air filling vacuum. Rebus, still strapped to the table, turned as best he could towards the remaining occupants of the room. “Do any of you want to go with him?” 
-

Dax appeared on smooth, white ground, the only person in sight. The plain seemed to go off forever, eventually meeting the perfectly black sky. 
Rebus - perfectly whole, smiling brightly - materialized in front of him. “This is an entrance to my empire - one of the chambers I do not suppress teleportation to. With effort, anyone could enter here, which is why there is no visible way to proceed. Your friends and colleagues may be accompanying us, so I will wait to disable entry and truly begin the tour.” 

On 12/22/2025 at 7:01 PM, Ookla the Wallfacer said:

"So Narrators are like... sub-Authors?"

“In some ways, yes. We access powers reminiscent of the Authors, and often serve as their heralds. There was a time where each Author could have only one Narrator, often embodying or named after them.” Rebus turned, speaking further with Malevolence. 

On 12/22/2025 at 11:00 PM, SpiritOfWrath said:

“Interesting… an interesting lie. There is pain in everything, burdens unseen or unfelt. But still present. Just as a bridge does not feel itself buckle underneath its load, you may not feel your pain.”

“A bridge does not mind being stepped upon - why should it? It bears what it can, and does not complain. Pain indicates what cannot be borne, but that is not a need of the bridge, only of the builder.” The stranger paused, contemplative behind the mask. “You place great importance on pain, and perhaps, like the bridge, it will buckle under what has been placed upon it. So I ask of you what has been asked of me - do you have pain?” 

On 12/27/2025 at 12:42 AM, NameIess said:

"That is true." Malevolence confirmed. "However, another factor is the makeup of reality." He waved a hand through the air in front of him. "On a fundamental level everything, from the air we breath to the ground upon which we stand to our own bodies, is made of Chaotic Light. The same essence that Narrators have control over. I theorize that most often, Narrators do expend any Prismite to Narrate, but simply manipulate the light already present in the world."

Malevolence turned to Rebus. "So you've decided to accept my offer?" He sneered "Predictable. So, what should the terms of our competition be?"

"No." Ortithox took a step forward, saliva dripping down his glowing chin. "Your minds are... unique." He looked at Jack. "A mechanical mind. Wonderful. So orderly. I wonder, what will you be once I have consumed it? Humans become husks, easily controlled. Will your body continue to function, once your mind is mine? And the other." He said, turning his gaze to Lyric. "An aged mind. A mind filled with songs from an age long, long past. Songs faded with age, even within the storehouses of memory." The sage shivered. "Yes... oh yes. I will enjoy feasting upon you both. But first, your bodies must be overcome." Closing his eyes, Ortithox's voice dropped to a low, threatening growl. "Seize them, my followers. Cease their singing and hold their limbs."

The illusory surroundings vanished, revealing dozens of humans with glowing white eyes surrounding Lyric and Jack. As one, they raised their arms and ran towards the pair.

Balitan slowly returned to consciousness. "You need me," He muttered to himself. "Because if you are the Witherlord, someone will need to invent a Mordite alloy..." He blinked. "Did I black out again? What happened?"

“Predictability is of use to me, so long as I can account for its use to you. I am here to listen to your proposal, given you’re offering a potential reward for something I already intend to do. Gaining an opportunity to outwit, wear down, or take advantage of you is of course a bonus.” Rebus smiled. “The premise of your competition is intriguing, but stakes, metrics, and targets would need to be established.” 
-

Jack spun, eyes wide, and ran a few steps to drive his shoulder into the closest one. He had no idea what he was doing, of course, but being made of metal and thinking for yourself hopefully counted for something. 

-

“Yes - your brother used some sort of implanted code phrase. Despite that, as you’ve presumably noticed, I haven’t executed you. I am of course taking precautions given the resources you have access to, but your arguments were quite persuasive.” Rebus walked forwards, the data he had managed to recover showing up onscreen. “Try to reconstruct your lost work - once you’ve salvaged it, I have another task for you.” 

[Keke They/he]

17 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus blinked, quite some time having passed. “Apologies for my Author’s inactivity.” 
-

Dax blinked out of existence, leaving only the whoosh of air filling vacuum. Rebus, still strapped to the table, turned as best he could towards the remaining occupants of the room. “Do any of you want to go with him?” 
-

Dax appeared on smooth, white ground, the only person in sight. The plain seemed to go off forever, eventually meeting the perfectly black sky. 
Rebus - perfectly whole, smiling brightly - materialized in front of him. “This is an entrance to my empire - one of the chambers I do not suppress teleportation to. With effort, anyone could enter here, which is why there is no visible way to proceed. Your friends and colleagues may be accompanying us, so I will wait to disable entry and truly begin the tour.” 

"No problem! It's the holiday season. gesp! Idea." I grab a santa hat out of the air and float up to rebus' head. "I bestow upon thee a hat of the santa!" 

-

jack stepped forward. "Im going. No way im letting Dax walk around the thread with someone like you." 

 @Ookla the Knight

-

Dax looked around and pushed his glasses up. "Fascinating."

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

2 minutes ago, Sarcasm spren said:

"No problem! It's the holiday season. gesp! Idea." I grab a santa hat out of the air and float up to rebus' head. "I bestow upon thee a hat of the santa!" 

-

jack stepped forward. "Im going. No way im letting Dax walk around the thread with someone like you." 

 @Ookla the Knight

-

Dax looked around and pushed his glasses up. "Fascinating."

Rebus put on the hat - dismissing Antagonist, since it was sharp - then turned the lights on his armor red and green. “I accept the Hat of Santa from thee.” 
-

Jack, therefore, disappeared with another whoosh of displaced vacuum. Rebus remained strapped to the table. 
-
Jack appeared beside them, and Rebus smiled broadly. “This is an entrance to my empire - a place anyone could teleport to. Everything you see is created by utility fog and hence under my control - it could look however I wish, and it would be an impressive feat to progress further without my permission.” 

[Keke They/he]

1 minute ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus put on the hat - dismissing Antagonist, since it was sharp - then turned the lights on his armor red and green. “I accept the Hat of Santa from thee.” 
-

Jack, therefore, disappeared with another whoosh of displaced vacuum. Rebus remained strapped to the table. 
-
Jack appeared beside them, and Rebus smiled broadly. “This is an entrance to my empire - a place anyone could teleport to. Everything you see is created by utility fog and hence under my control - it could look however I wish, and it would be an impressive feat to progress further without my permission.” 

Jelp I audibly giggled i meed s life.

Hawks beams. "PEAAAK"

-

Jack instantly placed himself between Dax and Rebus. "right just get this over with."

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

17 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

“In some ways, yes. We access powers reminiscent of the Authors, and often serve as their heralds. There was a time where each Author could have only one Narrator, often embodying or named after them.” Rebus turned, speaking further with Malevolence. 

18142 and Sandy nodded.

On 12/27/2025 at 4:42 PM, NameIess said:

"That is true." Malevolence confirmed. "However, another factor is the makeup of reality." He waved a hand through the air in front of him. "On a fundamental level everything, from the air we breath to the ground upon which we stand to our own bodies, is made of Chaotic Light. The same essence that Narrators have control over. I theorize that most often, Narrators do expend any Prismite to Narrate, but simply manipulate the light already present in the world."

They contemplated this for a minute. 

"So how does fit in with string theory?" 18142 said. "Are the strings, in this Thread at least, Chaotic Light?"

Edited December 29, 2025 by Ookla the Wallfacer

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

On 12/17/2025 at 9:54 PM, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Okay now I have time to continue this

Asharak approached a small cottage a few dozen yards away from a stream, in the midst of a wide-open, idyllic field. He strode right up and opened the door to reveal an old man sitting in a rocking chair before a roaring fire; above the fireplace hung a magnificent sword.

At Asharak's entrance, the man chuckled. "Just in time," he said, in a raspy voice. "Rather promising, all told. You wish to claim that?" He pointed a shaking hand at the sword above the fireplace.

"Yes," Asharak said.

"Good." The man grinned. "Then you must prove you deserve it. I shall give you three tasks; if you can complete all of them, you may claim Nick. Your first task, then, is to fetch me something to eat. What in particular is up to you."

Asharak, confused, repeated the request. "You...want something to eat?"

The old man nodded. "It has been a long time since I tasted food. I would like to taste it once more." He leaned back in his chair and folded his hands, staring into the fire. "I will be here, waiting."

Asharak, recognizing the dismissal, turned and walked out the door. Then he sat down on the steps to think.

As he sat in thought, he noticed a small rabbit nearby. An idea struck, and he quickly reached over and snapped the thing's neck. He quickly built a fire, and after a bit had a nice...hunk of meat? Whatever comes from a rabbit, honestly—my narration skills fail here sadly. He searched around and fouandon a nearby tree a nice broad leaf, which he used as a plate. He carried the plate of food inside and held it out to the old man, who, opening his eyes, reached out and popped a chunk of meat into his mouth. He closed his eyes again, chewing slowly, and an expression of bliss came over his face.

"Thank you. You may leave the food there." He gestured to a table near to his chair. "Now, for your second task. Please find me something to drink."

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

On 12/28/2025 at 12:44 PM, Keke said:

Jelp I audibly giggled i meed s life.

Hawks beams. "PEAAAK"

-

Jack instantly placed himself between Dax and Rebus. "right just get this over with."

Ho ho ho. 
-

“Incidentally, the world ended for around a week just now. You didn’t notice, of course, but it could have simply stayed that way forever.” Rebus looked out into the distance, speaking softly. “None of you would have even noticed…” Then he abruptly grinned, sweeping his arms wide. “Let the tour begin!” 
The endless horizon dissolved, leaving the three of them standing on air, high above a futuristic city. Buildings reached skyward towards a bright-but-overcast sky, the kind that comes before a summer thunderstorm. The buildings were silvery, or Rebus’s trademark black-and-white, but the landscape was by no means devoid of color. Terraces held trees and grassy fields, and off to the distance was a lake, a pristine blue out of a tropical paradise. The sails of boats could be seen, though from as high up as they were little detail could be picked out. 

On 12/29/2025 at 5:44 AM, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

18142 and Sandy nodded.

They contemplated this for a minute. 

"So how does fit in with string theory?" 18142 said. "Are the strings, in this Thread at least, Chaotic Light?"

“Our reality is in truth composed of neither. We’re words and thoughts - the world is only made from anything when it matters.” 

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

1 minute ago, DragonHeir said:

“Our reality is in truth composed of neither. We’re words and thoughts - the world is only made from anything when it matters.” 

It was clear that 18142 did not like this answer. Sandy was unreadable.

"Storms," Sandy said abruptly. 18142 glanced at him questioningly. "The Battle for the Sandwich universe has rifted again. There are three new clones."

Sandy turned to Malevolence @NameIess.

"Are the Honorblades ready?"

[Keke They/he]

32 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Ho ho ho. 
-

“Incidentally, the world ended for around a week just now. You didn’t notice, of course, but it could have simply stayed that way forever.” Rebus looked out into the distance, speaking softly. “None of you would have even noticed…” Then he abruptly grinned, sweeping his arms wide. “Let the tour begin!” 
The endless horizon dissolved, leaving the three of them standing on air, high above a futuristic city. Buildings reached skyward towards a bright-but-overcast sky, the kind that comes before a summer thunderstorm. The buildings were silvery, or Rebus’s trademark black-and-white, but the landscape was by no means devoid of color. Terraces held trees and grassy fields, and off to the distance was a lake, a pristine blue out of a tropical paradise. The sails of boats could be seen, though from as high up as they were little detail could be picked out. 

both jack and dax notice rebus' pause. And ironically make the same suspicious face. Dax' is quickly replaced by shock. He let out a suprised laugh. "Holy hackers! This is .. oh we are so high up"

Jack tried to hide his own shock. His wings twitched as he kept an eye on rebus and dax. Ready to catch Dax if rebus did anything. 

[NameIess]

On 12/28/2025 at 11:57 AM, DragonHeir said:

“Predictability is of use to me, so long as I can account for its use to you. I am here to listen to your proposal, given you’re offering a potential reward for something I already intend to do. Gaining an opportunity to outwit, wear down, or take advantage of you is of course a bonus.” Rebus smiled. “The premise of your competition is intriguing, but stakes, metrics, and targets would need to be established.” 

"Of course." Malevolence said. "I propose setting goals. Whoever manages to kill, corrupt, or break the target's will first wins. In the unlikely case that neither of us can manage that, we should administer a survey with questions to determine which of us was more effective. As for a reward..." Malevelence's eyes glittered. "Evil is its own reward, don't you think?"

On 12/28/2025 at 11:57 AM, DragonHeir said:

Jack spun, eyes wide, and ran a few steps to drive his shoulder into the closest one. He had no idea what he was doing, of course, but being made of metal and thinking for yourself hopefully counted for something. 

They did indeed (mostly the being made of metal part), as the poor husk discovered to its detriment. Jack easily knocked the husk backwards, taking several of its companions down with it and creating a sizeable gap in the ring.

Lyric sprang forward after Jack, voice filled with tension as he continued to sing.

"Evil powers, be bound. Dark whisperings, begone. Your control over us, over husks, be broken."

His words seemed to have some effect, and the Sage muttered a curse as his husks responded sluggishly to Jack's assault.

On 12/28/2025 at 11:57 AM, DragonHeir said:

“Yes - your brother used some sort of implanted code phrase. Despite that, as you’ve presumably noticed, I haven’t executed you. I am of course taking precautions given the resources you have access to, but your arguments were quite persuasive.” Rebus walked forwards, the data he had managed to recover showing up onscreen. “Try to reconstruct your lost work - once you’ve salvaged it, I have another task for you.” 

"I... yes, I will do so." Balitan turned to the computers, eyes still a bit cloudy. "What task do you speak of?"

On 1/8/2026 at 8:32 AM, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

It was clear that 18142 did not like this answer. Sandy was unreadable.

"Storms," Sandy said abruptly. 18142 glanced at him questioningly. "The Battle for the Sandwich universe has rifted again. There are three new clones."

Sandy turned to Malevolence @NameIess.

"Are the Honorblades ready?"

Malevolence nodded. "Indeed." He snapped his fingers, and a long crate appeared next to him. "A dozen awakened blades, granting access to the surges you requested. Your unkeyed Dor should be able to power them quite ably."

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

On 12/20/2025 at 11:50 PM, Shatter said:

@Ashkaloda gimme your notes pls

https://docs.google.com/document/d/10KGaQecryWTTP4BD2aXyAKJ29Ys-CQAur6IlsNc6xqM/edit?usp=drivesdk

On 12/21/2025 at 10:39 AM, 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.

Either is fine. I realize I probably should have told you I was going to be gone for a couple weeks to not keep you waiting. That was my bad. 

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

2 hours ago, NameIess said:

Malevolence nodded. "Indeed." He snapped his fingers, and a long crate appeared next to him. "A dozen awakened blades, granting access to the surges you requested. Your unkeyed Dor should be able to power them quite ably."

"Can we have the original Blades back?" Sandy asked, accepting the new ones.

[NameIess]

15 minutes ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

"Can we have the original Blades back?" Sandy asked, accepting the new ones.

“Naturally.” An aluminum box appeared, and Malevolence opened to reveal the two Honorblades he’d been studying. “They’re little use to me save for their interesting mental effects. Do you perhaps have any matter from this Thread of the sandwich?”

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

5 hours ago, NameIess said:

“Naturally.” An aluminum box appeared, and Malevolence opened to reveal the two Honorblades he’d been studying. “They’re little use to me save for their interesting mental effects. Do you perhaps have any matter from this Thread of the sandwich?”

Sandy took the Honorblades. "Matter... from the Sandwich?"

[NameIess]

On 1/9/2026 at 11:49 PM, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

Sandy took the Honorblades. "Matter... from the Sandwich?"

“From the Thread you got those Honorblades from. I assume it would carry some measure of the compulsory effects the Honorblades exhibit.”

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

4 hours ago, NameIess said:

“From the Thread you got those Honorblades from. I assume it would carry some measure of the compulsory effects the Honorblades exhibit.”

"Ah. I can go get some," Sandy said before disappearing.

Edit:

Sandy reappeared, holding a brick in his hand. He handed it to Malevolence.

Edited January 11 by KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren

[Shatter He/Him]

Ryna gasped. She turned around, eyes wide. She snapped her fingers and disappeared from in front of Unintelligible and Sequence in a whirlpool of threads and pages.

[Keke They/he]

32 minutes ago, Shatter said:

Ryna gasped. She turned around, eyes wide. She snapped her fingers and disappeared from in front of Unintelligible and Sequence in a whirlpool of threads and pages.

HEY U 

mind if i ur plot with a character ive been working on?