Unintelligenius he/him Posted February 10 Posted February 10 10 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said: hehe :3 hmm She sighed and followed, ruffling his hair. The airbenders were many days walk away. Perhaps he could ask for help? For some weird reason, Bob felt that he should ask the wind for help to get to the airbenders. But he couldn't do that; he was here to defeat the wind, not work with it. After some time, Bob's legs began to hurt, and he finally gave in. He turned to the wind and asked, "May I get a ride to the airbenders monastary?"
ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them Posted February 10 Posted February 10 On 2/2/2026 at 2:24 PM, NameIess said: "My Author is not always benevolent," Unintelligible explained "but if he says this is a peaceful resting place, I believe him." He walked through the forest a ways, until he came to a clearing. In that clearing was a simple burial vault made from mossy stone, overgrown with flowers. At its foot, the stone bore an inscription. Ideas are not dead until forgotten. Unintelligible looked to Aelinor. "Do you think this place will do?" Aelinor stared down at the inscription in the stone, an unreadable expression on her face. She looked around at the clearing and the trees beyond. Finally, she looked at Sequence in Unintelligible's arms. She didn't say anything for a long moment, her expression blank. Finally, she took in a slow breath and nodded. "... Yes. She'd like it," Aelinor said softly. 2
Through The Living Ash he/him Posted February 10 Posted February 10 56 minutes ago, Unintelligenius said: For some weird reason, Bob felt that he should ask the wind for help to get to the airbenders. But he couldn't do that; he was here to defeat the wind, not work with it. After some time, Bob's legs began to hurt, and he finally gave in. He turned to the wind and asked, "May I get a ride to the airbenders monastary?" You don’t need the wind… don’t need the wind… don’t need the wind I can help… help… help…
xinoehp512 he/him Posted February 10 Posted February 10 15 hours ago, edgyswordname said: Hmmm, I guess. Might just be my insecurities talking, but I should definitely think through my goals for my characters a bit more going forward. It makes it more fun! bacon would have to find a drummer and a vocalist (assuming he plays lead guitar) but he’s totally welcome :3 Bacon has many talents. 15 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said: Nah. Character growth! They glared and growled. i tired lol Bacon sighed and turned the bird-woman who had been guarding the children. "Are you willing to use language?" 6 hours ago, SpiritOfWrath said: Agony stared at Bacon, marveling at his pain. It was quite unique, but quite delicious. He wished to know its source, if only Bacon would allow him. Agony absorbed the chains, staring at the occupants of the room. “Such pain…” "Oh, that one? That's from eating the donut." 5 hours ago, Keke said: Nonchalant final boss Ben kicked rhe bag out of the way and glitches forward (think jinx from arcane) and throws another fist Bacon hopped backward, image blurring as he did so. "No tea? Are you sure? I have all sorts, if you're picky." 1
Keke They/he Posted February 10 Posted February 10 2 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said: Bacon hopped backward, image blurring as he did so. "No tea? Are you sure? I have all sorts, if you're picky." Ben continued his barage of attacks.
Verdance he/him Posted February 10 Posted February 10 16 hours ago, xinoehp512 said: "Oh, stop it. You'll make me blush." The Bacons continued to pump furiously on the bicycle pumps as the various conjurations of Bacon began to swirl together into a steadily growing sphere. Soon enough, an entire planet hung within the vault, the thousand Bacons scattered across its surface. That is, with the exception of the seven who had been manning the pumps; they each pulled out an instrument and began to play the William Tell Overture with gusto. Soldiers of every type imaginable began to materialize around them and charge at Malevolence. Oh. That William Tell Overture. That makes this a million times better. also, both of the main antagonists using so much sci fi, means Bacon being so completely illogical or absurd is basically a hard counter. I love it.
xinoehp512 he/him Posted February 10 Posted February 10 (edited) @NameIess Bacon crafted a world of stories. It was a simple plan, in essence. Create a thousand different plausible locations for the Page to be, and force Malevolence to go through each and every one of them. A shell game with a thousand cups, as it were. Here a young farmhand discovering a power he didn't know he possessed; there the ancient scion of a dying house seeking to restore their former glory; yonder, a young girl struggling to choose a suitor. Evil was impatient. Malevolence would try to cheat, of course, but Bacon was prepared for that. He would try to use logic and technology- which would, of course, fail miserably. Bacon couldn't hope to destroy him, of course; but then, he didn't need to. All he needed to do was distract him. And no one was better at being distracting than Bacon. Stall him for long enough, and he would give up. It was only a matter of time- Wait. What was he doing? 10 hours ago, NameIess said: Faced with the true power of a Narrator, Malevolence felt a sudden spark of doubt. Had he perhaps rushed into this fight a little too quickly? Had he miscalculated Bacon's strength? No, of course not. His basic plan would work, it just needed a few... tweaks. The first issue was one of scale. Malevolence had planet-killing weapons, of course, but he doubted Bacon would turn down the opportunity to transform an antimatter warhead into confetti or the like. That left more... experimental options. Malevolence twitched a finger, summoning an army of various drones and robots to distract the soldiers while he ran a few quick calculations in his head. The vault will survive, of course. He thought. It was built to be especially durable from the inside, and Bacon has conveniently added in a rather large amount of space as cushioning anyways. But will I? He considered this for a few seconds. Likely, yes. Wasting no further time, Malevolence raised his wrist to his mouth and spoke clearly. "The Price of Failure." As soon as he spoke these words, a few things happened at once. First, one hundred large drones built specifically for the task appeared and locked together into a metallic shield around Malevolence, then drained their batteries to produce a much more powerful energy shield around the villain. Second, Malevolence himself created a sphere of liquid darkness within his drone-produced shield, reinforcing it with all his will. Third, a metal sphere covered with wires, about the size of a golf ball, appeared on the opposite side of the planet. This sphere was very simple. A callback to classical experiments crafted by some of the more brazen history makers of Thread. The wires running through the sphere sent a rather unstable mix of energies towards the core of the device. Other wires ordered the outer portions of the sphere to explode, forcing the newly destabilized contents of the core to become closer in association than they would have liked. That central core was not inhabited by much. Just a few miniscule flakes of metal, perhaps a gram of mass in all. Only one flake of Prismite, one of Mordite, one of Nullite, and one of Luxite. (that last being particularly draining on the reserves Malevolence had stolen from Rebus's isolation efforts) "Wait, no-" said Bacon. 10 hours ago, NameIess said: The end result of this simple device was also simple. The four metals, forced to mix, decided they did not like this new arrangement. They disliked it so much so, in fact, that they decided to self-detonate in a violent, reality-tearing explosion that looked on planets as tissue paper and itself as the cosmic sneeze. Reality shattered. Light and dark and order and chaos exploded forth. The shield around Malevolence turned to steel. Then to glass. Then to birds. Then to dust. Bacon's world crumbled. A thousand stories, each cut short. One by one, his clones were speared through with shafts of power and simply... ceased to exist. The page began to hum in Bacon's hands. He looked down. It was... glowing? The sound got louder and louder and then suddenly, all was quiet. Bacon blinked. Where... was he? Why couldn't he feel his Narration? Around him was... nothing. A void without color or shade. Across from him hovered Malevolence, all his devices stripped away. Between them both was the Page. Edited February 10 by xinoehp512 5
Unintelligenius he/him Posted February 10 Posted February 10 1 hour ago, Ashkaloda said: You don’t need the wind… don’t need the wind… don’t need the wind I can help… help… help… Bob was about to reply out loud that he didn't know who was talking to him or how they could help, then realized that it could just be another voice in his head. Maybe he was just going crazy. Again...
Through the Living Shadow he/him Posted February 10 Posted February 10 6 hours ago, edgyswordname said: Irrational fear fled like nightmares at dawn. Inkwell stepped back and nodded respectfully as the figure approached. “What did this?” It was not common for many people to die this suddenly. Reveal hidden contents Sorry, thinking out loud. I don’t often have a voice. He looks to his hip, where Futility sits- conspicuously ornate, the Morse engraved on the sheath spelling The Futility of Language, for some reason. You can just summon Narrators? And you wait here instead of going out and doing something?What does one do when he’s not forging legendary artifacts to change the course of the Thread? 9/10mmHB#2 tries and distracts the Dreamsmith from the immediate decision for a moment, waits for him to look away, then closes its eyes and sticks its head straight through the strange door. —— A shiver runs down Eden’s spine. She shuts her eyes tight, biting her lip until it bleeds a little. “Okay buddy, thanks for that. Why don’t you stop being edgelord prime and explain what you’re doing here?” Agony blink. Or he would have, if he had eyes. ”I do not know. I was sent here by an enemy. What is an ‘edgelord prime’?” 1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said: Bacon has many talents. Bacon sighed and turned the bird-woman who had been guarding the children. "Are you willing to use language?" "Oh, that one? That's from eating the donut." Bacon hopped backward, image blurring as he did so. "No tea? Are you sure? I have all sorts, if you're picky." “That is not what I meant, but I will take that as permission.” His eyes widen. “Surely my predecessor was not so cruel as to force that? The Tax Collector?”
xinoehp512 he/him Posted February 10 Posted February 10 1 hour ago, Keke said: Ben continued his barage of attacks. "Very well," said Bacon, lowering his hat. "You leave me no choice. I challenge you... to a dance battle." The windows went dark. A disco ball dropped in from above, and funky music started to play. 9 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said: Agony blink. Or he would have, if he had eyes. ”I do not know. I was sent here by an enemy. What is an ‘edgelord prime’?” “That is not what I meant, but I will take that as permission.” His eyes widen. “Surely my predecessor was not so cruel as to force that? The Tax Collector?” Before he could finish the words, his mouth was wrapped in tape. "Don't say it!" hissed Bacon, looking around nervously. 2
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 10 Posted February 10 3 hours ago, Unintelligenius said: For some weird reason, Bob felt that he should ask the wind for help to get to the airbenders. But he couldn't do that; he was here to defeat the wind, not work with it. After some time, Bob's legs began to hurt, and he finally gave in. He turned to the wind and asked, "May I get a ride to the airbenders monastary?" "Sure!" She picked him up and whisked him there. 1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said: Bacon has many talents. Bacon sighed and turned the bird-woman who had been guarding the children. "Are you willing to use language?" "Oh, that one? That's from eating the donut." Bacon hopped backward, image blurring as he did so. "No tea? Are you sure? I have all sorts, if you're picky." She threw her hands up. "I'm not with them!"
Through The Living Ash he/him Posted February 10 Posted February 10 1 hour ago, Unintelligenius said: Bob was about to reply out loud that he didn't know who was talking to him or how they could help, then realized that it could just be another voice in his head. Maybe he was just going crazy. Again... I am different… different… different… I can help… help… help…
Verdance he/him Posted February 10 Posted February 10 1 hour ago, SpiritOfWrath said: Agony blink. Or he would have, if he had eyes. ”I do not know. I was sent here by an enemy. What is an ‘edgelord prime’?” “That is not what I meant, but I will take that as permission.” His eyes widen. “Surely my predecessor was not so cruel as to force that? The Tax Collector?” “Oh, very funny. I hate taxes too.” Eden whirled on Atrephica. “Well maybe if you don’t want to be mistaken for the less friendly members of your kind you could decide not to pick fights with random people and kidnap children! You din’t even try to return the little one to their family!”
Through the Living Shadow he/him Posted February 10 Posted February 10 4 minutes ago, edgyswordname said: “Oh, very funny. I hate taxes too.” Eden whirled on Atrephica. “Well maybe if you don’t want to be mistaken for the less friendly members of your kind you could decide not to pick fights with random people and kidnap children! You din’t even try to return the little one to their family!” It’s a joke with Bacon Bacon the Tax Collector Agony frowned. “Who are you?”
Verdance he/him Posted February 10 Posted February 10 8 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said: It’s a joke with Bacon Bacon the Tax Collector Agony frowned. “Who are you?” “I’m Eden. I like to deal with my pain by playing guitar. And you?”
Keke They/he Posted February 10 Posted February 10 1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said: "Very well," said Bacon, lowering his hat. "You leave me no choice. I challenge you... to a dance battle." The windows went dark. A disco ball dropped in from above, and funky music started to play. Before he could finish the words, his mouth was wrapped in tape. "Don't say it!" hissed Bacon, looking around nervously. Can one not have a sane battle Ben looked around. He huffed a bit. "Sounds exactly like something from atlas's cartoons she watched."
Through the Living Heir he/him Posted February 10 Posted February 10 On 2/8/2026 at 11:58 PM, Through The Living Glass said: Reveal hidden contents Reveal hidden contents Reveal hidden contents Reveal hidden contents Reveal hidden contents Reveal hidden contents "I remember. How easy would it be for you to get it back?" Spoiler Spoiler Spoiler Spoiler “Malevolence has likely taken precautions against me specifically.” Rebus paused. “… and he just destroyed most of it.” On 2/9/2026 at 12:03 AM, Keke said: "So... you could theoretically keep me and my brother alive if you could get us out." He said and promply slammed into the floor. He coughed some blood and stood up. “I could,” Rebus said, allowing Kyler a moment to get up. Unless something had gone wrong, Evaiya would be waking up now. On 2/9/2026 at 12:28 AM, NameIess said: The shopkeeper handed over the supplies, peering suspiciously at Lyric. "Yer' friend don't talk much. Looks afeared o'me. There a reason fer that?" Job observed these fine creatures for a time, then sat down with a sigh and waited to be forgotten. His describing features began to fade. Jack smiled, accepting the supplies. “Just been on out alone for some time - not used to people.” On 2/9/2026 at 1:51 AM, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said: @DragonHeir A door in front of Rebus, and a figure with a white metal-like spike in his left eye walked out. His right eye was Prismatic. "Hello, Rebus," Renamed said. "Named died in a duel in Battle for the Sandwich. I am his successor. I have his memories and his chromaturgy, though I am not a fullborn. This next part if spoilers for the entire Lightbringer Series, so Ashkaloda and others don't read this Reveal hidden contents "Named, at the end, drafted so much red and sub-red that he vapourised the entire arena, including him and his opponent. Both were heavily wounded at the time." Renamed paused. "All that was left was a crater - and a piece of white luxin." Renamed gestured to his eye spike. "When I found it, it was hemalurgically charged. I still don't know how he drafted it - his metalminds only granted the nine colours of the spectrum - and even how he drafted so much of the other colours over the course of the duel. It was far more than even a Prism should've been able to handle. "I am what is left of Named, and so I am now your employee. Like I said, I don't have Allomancy or Feruchemy, so I am not as powerful as Named, though I do have something he doesn't. Spoilery again Reveal hidden contents "With the spike, I can see passively in all spectra from paryl to chi. "I'd like to start by requesting the modifications that Named had for a constant source of full-spectrum light. I don't know what happened to the nanomachines that Named had, they either were vapourised or are now stuck in Battle for the Sandwich. Or, I guess they could've followed me here." “Of course.” Rebus smiled, and the lights began to blink on. “Power matters less than you’d think - I am glad to have you as my employee.” That’s legitimately so cool.
Keke They/he Posted February 10 Posted February 10 6 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: “I could,” Rebus said, allowing Kyler a moment to get up. Unless something had gone wrong, Evaiya would be waking up now. evaiya groaned and stood up. She looked around. "what happened??" kyler took a few breaths and cyrus sighed. "Okay, clearly this isn't going to work how I want it to." A cage dropped down, fully encased in nullite. evaiya flinched as two robots wrapped her up. 3 hours ago, xinoehp512 said: Previous Page Next Page @NameIess Bacon crafted a world of stories. It was a simple plan, in essence. Create a thousand different plausible locations for the Page to be, and force Malevolence to go through each and every one of them. A shell game with a thousand cups, as it were. Here a young farmhand discovering a power he didn't know he possessed; there the ancient scion of a dying house seeking to restore their former glory; yonder, a young girl struggling to choose a suitor. Evil was impatient. Malevolence would try to cheat, of course, but Bacon was prepared for that. He would try to use logic and technology- which would, of course, fail miserably. Bacon couldn't hope to destroy him, of course; but then, he didn't need to. All he needed to do was distract him. And no one was better at being distracting than Bacon. Stall him for long enough, and he would give up. It was only a matter of time- Wait. What was he doing? "Wait, no-" said Bacon. Reality shattered. Light and dark and order and chaos exploded forth. The shield around Malevolence turned to steel. Then to glass. Then to birds. Then to dust. Bacon's world crumbled. A thousand stories, each cut short. One by one, his clones were speared through with shafts of power and simply... ceased to exist. The page began to hum in Bacon's hands. He looked down. It was... glowing? The sound got louder and louder and then suddenly, all was quiet. Bacon blinked. Where... was he? Why couldn't he feel his Narration? Around him was... nothing. A void without color or shade. Across from him hovered Malevolence, all his devices stripped away. Between them both was the Page. Previous Page Next Page BACON WONT DIE BACON WONT DIE
Verdance he/him Posted February 10 Posted February 10 1 minute ago, Keke said: evaiya groaned and stood up. She looked around. "what happened??" kyler took a few breaths and cyrus sighed. "Okay, clearly this isn't going to work how I want it to." A cage dropped down, fully encased in nullite. evaiya flinched as two robots wrapped her up. BACON WONT DIE BACON WONT DIE Bacon won’t die we all will :3
Keke They/he Posted February 10 Posted February 10 Just now, edgyswordname said: Bacon won’t die we all will :3 AHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGHHHHH *rocks back ans forth*
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 10 Posted February 10 1 hour ago, edgyswordname said: “Oh, very funny. I hate taxes too.” Eden whirled on Atrephica. “Well maybe if you don’t want to be mistaken for the less friendly members of your kind you could decide not to pick fights with random people and kidnap children! You din’t even try to return the little one to their family!” ". . . His parents were killed in the attack. I saw it myself." 39 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: Reveal hidden contents Hide contents Hide contents Hide contents “Malevolence has likely taken precautions against me specifically.” Rebus paused. “… and he just destroyed most of it.” “I could,” Rebus said, allowing Kyler a moment to get up. Unless something had gone wrong, Evaiya would be waking up now. Jack smiled, accepting the supplies. “Just been on out alone for some time - not used to people.” “Of course.” Rebus smiled, and the lights began to blink on. “Power matters less than you’d think - I am glad to have you as my employee.” That’s legitimately so cool. Spoiler Spoiler Spoiler Spoiler She sighed. "Wonderful . . ." She frowned. "There's no . . . faster way to get Luxite?"
Verdance he/him Posted February 10 Posted February 10 9 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said: ". . . His parents were killed in the attack. I saw it myself." Reveal hidden contents Reveal hidden contents Reveal hidden contents Reveal hidden contents She sighed. "Wonderful . . ." She frowned. "There's no . . . faster way to get Luxite?" There are no words. Except for, “oh.” What do you do when you realize you’ve harassed someone who was just trying to do some good in the world?
NameIess Posted February 11 Posted February 11 (edited) 9 hours ago, edgyswordname said: Irrational fear fled like nightmares at dawn. Inkwell stepped back and nodded respectfully as the figure approached. “What did this?” It was not common for many people to die this suddenly. "So you're him. The one he said might come after." The man's posture relaxed, and he walked fully into the clearing. "A man did this. Attacked our village, killed thirteen of us before he was through. He looked just like you." Spoiler "You too can summon Narrators. In your imagination, at least. As for why I remain in this realm, I am trapped here. I cannot leave even into adjoining realms save for brief visits, and even that has grown dangerous as of late. That memory you were in was from a time before I found Omen, when I thought I would be utterly trapped nev... The Dreamsmith continued talking, but his voice faded from 9/10's ears as the door opened. In a moment, 9/10 was in another memory. 9/10 stood behind the Dreamsmith's anvil, looking across it at Malevolence. The villain had just set a Mordite Blade down on the anvil, and was midway through explaining his desired weapon. "...bond my soul to that Blade, allowing me to safely tap into some of the more destructive powers of the Mordite." 9/10 felt himself blink in shock. Possibilities swirled through his mind in a maelstrom. "You want me to bond a Mordite blade to your soul? Safely? That is..." A realization struck him. An awful, terrible, wondrous realization. Here was a solution to the problem that had plagued the Thread for so long. Here was a way to right what he had wronged. This was the opportunity he had always wanted. It was a terrible gamble, but in that frozen moment, he realized that at long last, he could make a blade to- 9/10 was once again in the corridor, face-to-face with the Dreamsmith. "I'm afraid I can't let you see that memory." He turned to look at the door, a frown barely visible on his fiery face. "Hm. Probably best to speed this up a bit. That memory has been at the surface of my mind far too much lately." In another moment, the Dreamsmith and 9/10 stood in an empty green field. It was sunny and serene, birdsong filling the air, accompanied by the hum of insect's wings. On a hill far off, a simple house stood. "Welcome to my imagination, where your trial will take place. Have you decided between a battle or character growth yet?" 6 hours ago, Sequence said: Aelinor stared down at the inscription in the stone, an unreadable expression on her face. She looked around at the clearing and the trees beyond. Finally, she looked at Sequence in Unintelligible's arms. She didn't say anything for a long moment, her expression blank. Finally, she took in a slow breath and nodded. "... Yes. She'd like it," Aelinor said softly. Unintelligible nodded silently. Moving slowly, he walked to the burial vault and placed Sequence's body within it. For a long moment, he stared at her pale, dead face. Then he turned away and walked back to Aelinor's side. Of its own accord, the lid of the burial vault slid into place, a final barrier between Sequence and the living world she had left. "Well," Unintelligible whispered. "That's that. She's... gone." He closed his eyes. "We should be on our way soon. The events of the Thread wait for no one. Do you... have any final words to say? Before we leave her?" 4 hours ago, xinoehp512 said: Previous Page Next Page Previous Page Next Page @NameIess Bacon crafted a world of stories. It was a simple plan, in essence. Create a thousand different plausible locations for the Page to be, and force Malevolence to go through each and every one of them. A shell game with a thousand cups, as it were. Here a young farmhand discovering a power he didn't know he possessed; there the ancient scion of a dying house seeking to restore their former glory; yonder, a young girl struggling to choose a suitor. Evil was impatient. Malevolence would try to cheat, of course, but Bacon was prepared for that. He would try to use logic and technology- which would, of course, fail miserably. Bacon couldn't hope to destroy him, of course; but then, he didn't need to. All he needed to do was distract him. And no one was better at being distracting than Bacon. Stall him for long enough, and he would give up. It was only a matter of time- Wait. What was he doing? "Wait, no-" said Bacon. Reality shattered. Light and dark and order and chaos exploded forth. The shield around Malevolence turned to steel. Then to glass. Then to birds. Then to dust. Bacon's world crumbled. A thousand stories, each cut short. One by one, his clones were speared through with shafts of power and simply... ceased to exist. The page began to hum in Bacon's hands. He looked down. It was... glowing? The sound got louder and louder and then suddenly, all was quiet. Bacon blinked. Where... was he? Why couldn't he feel his Narration? Around him was... nothing. A void without color or shade. Across from him hovered Malevolence, all his devices stripped away. Between them both was the Page. Previous Page Next Page Previous Page Next Page Malevolence floated in the void, stunned by the majestic power of the blast. He looked around himself, beholding the destruction he had wrought. That... had not gone as expected. He'd never been foolish enough to test the explosive of course, but he'd thought he understood the destruction it would cause. But this... this was beyond anything he'd ever imagined. His eyes fell on the page, and a savage grin filled his face. Malevolence activated rocket thrusters to boost himself forward to the page. Or tried to. It didn't work. He tried to pull up a diagnostic screen to see the issue, but that failed as well. Marvelous. Still, he'd managed to hold on to Darkseeker. Malevolence concentrated, and with considerable effort, managed to boost himself towards the Page by shooting a thin stream of darkness behind himself. It was slow, but he made progress. As he approached the Page, Malevolence reached out with one hand, holding Darkseeker firmly in the other. After all this time, the path to the Witherlord's power would be in his grasp. 1 hour ago, DragonHeir said: Jack smiled, accepting the supplies. “Just been on out alone for some time - not used to people.” "Mhm. Well, best of luck on yer' stupid quest. Hope the two of yeh' don' run into anythin' too nasty." The shopkeeper turned around and went back into her building. Lyric relaxed as soon as she was out of sight. "Excellent! Shall we continue on our quest?" Edited February 11 by NameIess 2
xinoehp512 he/him Posted February 11 Posted February 11 3 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said: "Sure!" She picked him up and whisked him there. She threw her hands up. "I'm not with them!" 51 minutes ago, edgyswordname said: There are no words. Except for, “oh.” What do you do when you realize you’ve harassed someone who was just trying to do some good in the world? "I see! I'm glad we took the time to clear that up. Do you want us to clean up these intruders for you?" 2 hours ago, Keke said: Can one not have a sane battle Ben looked around. He huffed a bit. "Sounds exactly like something from atlas's cartoons she watched." ...with Bacon? "He speaks!" said Bacon. "Does that mean you accept my challenge?" 26 minutes ago, NameIess said: Malevolence floated in the void, stunned by the majestic power of the blast. He looked around himself, beholding the destruction he had wrought. That... had not gone as expected. He'd never been foolish enough to test the explosive of course, but he'd thought he understood the destruction it would cause. But this... this was beyond anything he'd ever imagined. His eyes fell on the page, and a savage grin filled his face. Malevolence activated rocket thrusters to boost himself forward to the page. Or tried to. It didn't work. He tried to pull up a diagnostic screen to see the issue, but that failed as well. Marvelous. Still, he'd managed to hold on to Darkseeker. Malevolence concentrated, and with considerable effort, managed to boost himself towards the Page by shooting a thin stream of darkness behind himself. It was slow, but he made progress. As he approached the Page, Malevolence reached out with one hand, holding Darkseeker firmly in the other. After all this time, the path to the Witherlord's power would be in his grasp. No. No, Bacon wasn't going to let that happen. He might not have Narration any longer, but he was still Bacon the Bard. And that page was his to protect. He extended his hand. In this strange, unreal space, the usual rules of reality no longer seemed to apply. But perhaps... I am a writer of stories. I am a guardian of laughter. I was given the task of protecting this page. It belongs to ME. As his will - his claim - rippled outward, unreality itself responded. The page grew steadily closer and closer to Bacon, and further and further from Malevolence. 6
Verdance he/him Posted February 11 Posted February 11 46 minutes ago, NameIess said: "So you're him. The one he said might come after." The man's posture relaxed, and he walked fully into the clearing. "A man did this. Attacked our village, killed thirteen of us before he was through. He looked just like you." Reveal hidden contents "You too can summon Narrators. In your imagination, at least. As for why I remain in this realm, I am trapped here. I cannot leave even into adjoining realms save for brief visits, and even that has grown dangerous as of late. That memory you were in was from a time before I found Omen, when I thought I would be utterly trapped nev... The Dreamsmith continued talking, but his voice faded from 9/10's ears as the door opened. In a moment, 9/10 was in another memory. 9/10 stood behind the Dreamsmith's anvil, looking across it at Malevolence. The villain had just set a Mordite Blade down on the anvil, and was midway through explaining his desired weapon. "...bond my soul to that Blade, allowing me to safely tap into some of the more destructive powers of the Mordite." 9/10 felt himself blink in shock. Possibilities swirled through his mind in a maelstrom. "You want me to bond a Mordite blade to your soul? Safely? That is..." A realization struck him. An awful, terrible, wondrous realization. Here was a solution to the problem that had plagued the Thread for so long. Here was a way to right what he had wronged. This was the opportunity he had always wanted. It was a terrible gamble, but in that frozen moment, he realized that at long last, he could make a blade to- 9/10 was once again in the corridor, face-to-face with the Dreamsmith. "I'm afraid I can't let you see that memory." He turned to look at the door, a frown barely visible on his fiery face. "Hm. Probably best to speed this up a bit. That memory has been at the surface of my mind far too much lately." In another moment, the Dreamsmith and 9/10 stood in an empty green field. It was sunny and serene, birdsong filling the air, accompanied by the hum of insect's wings. On a hill far off, a simple house stood. "Welcome to my imagination, where your trial will take place. Have you decided between a battle or character growth yet?" Unintelligible nodded silently. Moving slowly, he walked to the burial vault and placed Sequence's body within it. For a long moment, he stared at her pale, dead face. Then he turned away and walked back to Aelinor's side. Of its own accord, the lid of the burial vault slid into place, a final barrier between Sequence and the living world she had left. "Well," Unintelligible whispered. "That's that. She's... gone." He closed his eyes. "We should be on our way soon. The events of the Thread wait for no one. Do you... have any final words to say? Before we leave her?" Malevolence floated in the void, stunned by the majestic power of the blast. He looked around himself, beholding the destruction he had wrought. That... had not gone as expected. He'd never been foolish enough to test the explosive of course, but he'd thought he understood the destruction it would cause. But this... this was beyond anything he'd ever imagined. His eyes fell on the page, and a savage grin filled his face. Malevolence activated rocket thrusters to boost himself forward to the page. Or tried to. It didn't work. He tried to pull up a diagnostic screen to see the issue, but that failed as well. Marvelous. Still, he'd managed to hold on to Darkseeker. Malevolence concentrated, and with considerable effort, managed to boost himself towards the Page by shooting a thin stream of darkness behind himself. It was slow, but he made progress. As he approached the Page, Malevolence reached out with one hand, holding Darkseeker firmly in the other. After all this time, the path to the Witherlord's power would be in his grasp. "Mhm. Well, best of luck on yer' stupid quest. Hope the two of yeh' don' run into anythin' too nasty." The shopkeeper turned around and went back into her building. Lyric relaxed as soon as she was out of sight. "Excellent! Shall we continue on our quest?" So this isn’t the Clearing. Why would someone look like me… unless it decides it wants to keep my face. Inkwell glanced down at his belt. As expected, Futility was missing. “Let me guess. He had a black sword?” Or I could be jumping to conclusions again. “If it alright if I ask… how exactly did she die?”. Spoiler Ah. That. Good to know. Well… I am not technically a character. I am also very literally useless in a fight. It unsheathed Futility, swiping it at the Dreamsmith’s form. In its current state, a traditional slashing attack simply split the air, the blade emerging somewhere else. Somehow. So that’s a difficult question. This realm was definitely bringing things back. It had a sense of horrible familiarity, like a corpse of a long dead family member found sitting on your bed, smiling with empty eyes. Sanguine would have chosen to fight. For that reason only, it would choose ‘character development’. I’ll have to risk the second option.
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