The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Keke They/he]

25 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus raised an eyebrow. “You’ve never truly met a Narrator before.” 

Cyrus shook his head. “Oh i have, my brother is one.”

25 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

From within the ship, Rebus took stock of his situation. Staying near the Witherlord was a death sentence, and while he barely knew his extradimensional daughter, he truly wished to keep her alive. Most of the others were unimportant, but Atlas was out there as well, somehow intending to challenge the Witherlord. 

Good luck broski u about witness hell

25 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

one remained below, preparing the ship (and remaining as safe as someone this close to the Witherlord could be)

The ai fuzzed into enxistance again. “Dr Clarke, i suggest going to the power center and turning the ship on.”

25 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

urgently searching for Rebyl and instructing crew to prepare for escape. 

Rebyl was staring at rebus (well the rebus that was there) that gave malevolance the blade. She turned to the new rebus and her orange eyes darted around, through her hair which blew wildly in the wind she finally found words. “Father! What did you do? Why did you help hi-“ her voice cracked. “Why…”

 

the rest of the crew was watching everything unfold from farther back closer to the ship where they jumped out of the way of the tidal wave. 

25 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

The last copy leapt from the ship, coat fluttering. He hit the ground and rolled, jumping back up to (unwisely) run towards the Witherlord. “Atlas! You’re going to get yourself killed!” 

Atlas stood between the witherlord, in the midst of thousands of dark blades, while seraphina stood next to her transparent and face painted with worry. 

Atlas shouted at the witherlord first “i will never serve someone like you!”

she turned to rebus “yeah probably!” She tightened her hand around Fallen Hero, “this is my fault. And i will not sit back while he runs around.” She looked up through the rain at the sky, she saw a few stars, jsut enough to see the stars of the ones she lost. “We weren’t ready for this, inevitable yes but the process was sped up due to my own weakness.”

On 2/16/2026 at 7:57 PM, NameIess said:

The Witherlord sighed. “I had hoped you would see the truth.” He raised a hand, and ten thousand dark blades formed from the void all around Atlas. “Child, I grow impatient. You have one more chance: serve me, or face the consequences of your own actions.”

25 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Meanwhile, in the Kimo Laboratory, there were two things of interest. One would be important later, and may not have been there at all. The other was Rebus, or rather a copy of him, strapped to a table and slowly dying of Mordite poisoning. His Narration was gone, but he looked up regardless - his corruption resonating with the Witherlord’s rise. “Interesting…” 

I forgot about this guy.  And whats with the ominous first part. 

The latches came undone and a robot gave him an antidote. Clearly someone had overrode the system and had to getting him out. 

25 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Speaking of Kimo Laboratories, if Jack and Dax are still on that tour they shall witness the following. 
Everywhere across Rebus’s empire, Rebus appeared - thousands of copies, within earshot of every citizen. “The Witherlord has returned - and it isn’t me. This is a world-threatening event, and we shall have to acknowledge this threat.” He smiled, the expression grim yet hopeful. “Many of you may be afraid, for your lives or the lives you live. There will be an evacuation - the worlds on which you live will be consolidated, made mobile.” Diagrams began to play out, showing people moving to a small section of a planet, which then detached from the rest. “Many of you will also be resolute, for you wish to protect yourselves, your fellows, and the very Thread itself. I am mobilizing an army, and each of you possess something to contribute. Soldiers, officers, engineers, fuel - with technology, magic, and our bravery, we can make a difference in this fight!” 
“Those of you that wish to remain safe, follow the directions to evacuation. The rest of you, who wish to make a difference, remain where you are. What is not evacuated shall become what is needed for the fight!” Rebus smiled broadly, then disappeared, ending the announcement. 

Dax spun to the rebus who was with them. “What does this mean?”
Jack stood up and walked to them. “:im helping fight.”

Dax held his hand out “no we dont know what it is.”

”Dax, i was made to be a soldier, let me fight.”

he went quite and nodded. 

[Aeoryi she/her]

35 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus pulled it off and read it; such a message bore signs of a Narrator or Author and was hence important, mildly annoying as its placement was.

Hello Rebus,

You have knowledge I seek. Meet me where the Dreamsmith is. I may have something that can benefit you.

17 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She giggled.

"Touchè . . . well, regardless!"

With a sudden, horrifically forceful motion, she drove the Mordite blade straight through Ribbon's chest. Then, as Ribbon began to fade away, she leaned down close to her face and planted a delicate kiss on her lips.

"Goodbye, Ribbon," she whispered, pulling back with a sickening smile.

 

I need to stop writing at night T~T goodness gracious

"Goodbye, Fog..." Ribbon said with a smile before she fell away. 

For a brief second, Ribbon wondered if her mechanisms would work, or if they'd fail her at this vital time. 

But only time would be able to tell, because for now, Ribbon was gone.

--

 

Center of The Guardians of the Plot found himself punching through a wooden door again. It splintered beneath his fist, and the furious winter gale flooded in, carrying the blizzard on it's wings. 

The inside of the blocky stone-bricked building was surprisingly barren. Little was there to provide anyone any reason to suspect there was anyone who inhabited the structure, but Center saw through the illusion. 

Magenta, on the other hand, did not. "He isn't even here!That TRAITOR will pay for what he's done!" Magenta had a pulsating electric orb formed around his draconic skull to protect it from the outside, but it was evident that Magenta was, as normal, very irritated.

Caltrevas followed in suit, the man's age showing evidently as he stumbled into the sheltered structure weakly. "There has to be better ways of getting in here, ye would think," he grumbled. Center silenced him with a glare. 

Center held out a ghastly flame in his hand and blew it outwards. Despite having a flaming visage instead of a face, it appeared he had the functions of a normal person. The entire room flickered, and then disappeared. Intricate framework made out of smooth, reflective material revealed the truth behind the room and the structure entirely- it was all simply an elaborate creation. 

"You know I hate it when you do that," a new voice sounded, "You could've just knocked."

"We tried knocking ye door-" Caltrevas started, but was interrupted by Magenta. 

"You absolute buffoon, we can't simply knock if YOU NEVER ANSWER!" Magenta screeched.

"Calm down, bud." The voice said, "I haven't forgotten you yet. Besides, these are my hunting grounds."

"You hunt in a place that you've made, in your own illusion?" Center sounded skeptical. 

"I very much do." The new voice snapped. "Anyways, get to the point. Have you come to invoke the pact or whatever it is? Yes? No?"

Center sighed. "Surely you would've been able to tell that the Witherlord is back." 

"Evidently." Magenta grumbled. 

"Regardless," Center said, "We believe it would be most beneficial for the Plot if we joined him."

"I'm sorry," the new voice said, "You want ME to join HIM?" 

"Yes. And come on out already, enough hiding." 

A figure stepped forward, no larger than a squirrel. It resembled something of a mammal with short legs, and a long, slender body that was accented with stripes. But perhaps most striking was the dazzling wings that expanded out of the ferret's back in numerous pairs. They reached well over five times the length of the rodent's body, and were made out of some sort of light-adjacent material; they illuminated the entire space by themselves. 

"Charnaster," Magenta said suddenly, as if remembering.

"You've gone to the wrong person," Charnaster snarled, "Because the Witherlord is about to come to me."

. @NameIess Witherlord, I need you to remove something for me.

[NameIess]

1 hour ago, DragonHeir said:

“You were in the middle of speaking…”  Jack frowned, then his eyes widened. “I think you just lost some memories. Write down everything you do remember - you’d just asked me if I knew who the Priests of Plot are.” 

"Oh, yes, of course." Lyric said. "And then you said your creator told you that Plot was important. I merely allowed my mind to wander. Your creator, you say? Most people do not speak to their creators."

1 hour ago, DragonHeir said:

From within the ship, Rebus took stock of his situation. Staying near the Witherlord was a death sentence, and while he barely knew his extradimensional daughter, he truly wished to keep her alive. Most of the others were unimportant, but Atlas was out there as well, somehow intending to challenge the Witherlord. 
Rebus split himself off into four copies - one remained below, preparing the ship (and remaining as safe as someone this close to the Witherlord could be), while the others raced above deck, urgently searching for Rebyl and instructing crew to prepare for escape. 
The last copy leapt from the ship, coat fluttering. He hit the ground and rolled, jumping back up to (unwisely) run towards the Witherlord. “Atlas! You’re going to get yourself killed!” 

 

1 hour ago, Keke said:

Atlas stood between the witherlord, in the midst of thousands of dark blades, while seraphina stood next to her transparent and face painted with worry. 

Atlas shouted at the witherlord first “i will never serve someone like you!”

she turned to rebus “yeah probably!” She tightened her hand around Fallen Hero, “this is my fault. And i will not sit back while he runs around.” She looked up through the rain at the sky, she saw a few stars, jsut enough to see the stars of the ones she lost. “We weren’t ready for this, inevitable yes but the process was sped up due to my own weakness.”

"So be it. Your fate shall be the same as all who oppose me." The Witherlord said calmly. "You shall know failure, and you shall know pain." He made a fist, and the blades of darkness flew as one. Not towards Atlas, not towards the copy of Rebus running to save her, but towards the ship holding Rebyl and the crew.

1 hour ago, DragonHeir said:

Meanwhile, in the Kimo Laboratory, there were two things of interest. One would be important later, and may not have been there at all. The other was Rebus, or rather a copy of him, strapped to a table and slowly dying of Mordite poisoning. His Narration was gone, but he looked up regardless - his corruption resonating with the Witherlord’s rise. “Interesting…” 

The pain from the Mordite seemed to lessen, its corruption of Rebus's soul slowing.

Do you want to live, Rebus?

57 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

Hello Rebus,

You have knowledge I seek. Meet me where the Dreamsmith is. I may have something that can benefit you.

Literally where the Dreamsmith is, or just in the afterlife?

57 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

@NameIess Witherlord, I need you to remove something for me.

I am no pawn, to come at come at command. Neither am I a Narrator, willingly splitting his soul a thousand ways. Tell me what it is you wish of me, and I shall attend you if I decide it is worth my time.

18 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She giggled.

"Touchè . . . well, regardless!"

With a sudden, horrifically forceful motion, she drove the Mordite blade straight through Ribbon's chest. Then, as Ribbon began to fade away, she leaned down close to her face and planted a delicate kiss on her lips.

"Goodbye, Ribbon," she whispered, pulling back with a sickening smile.

 

I need to stop writing at night T~T goodness gracious

Well done. The Witherlord's voice echoed through Fog's being. Return to me, and receive your reward.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 hour ago, DragonHeir said:

A mix of resignation, frustration, and curiosity briefly clouded Rebus’s perpetual smile. He nodded. “Tell me what you know.” 

Fael sighed. "He . . . the Authors, they're lying. They told us at different points, different voices shaped his mind, his choices. They lied. One voice. One voice formed his path, until the end."

[Keke They/he]

26 minutes ago, NameIess said:

So be it. Your fate shall be the same as all who oppose me." The Witherlord said calmly. "You shall know failure, and you shall know pain." He made a fist, and the blades of darkness flew as one. Not towards Atlas, not towards the copy of Rebus running to save her, but towards the ship holding Rebyl and the crew.

I hate to break it to u but no one is on the ship other then a clone of rebus rn. 

[Shatter He/Him]

Just now, Keke said:

I hate to break it to u but no one is on the ship other then a clone of rebus rn. 

well this just decided what Ryna was going to do

1 hour ago, Keke said:

Rebyl was staring at rebus (well the rebus that was there) that gave malevolance the blade. She turned to the new rebus and her orange eyes darted around, through her hair which blew wildly in the wind she finally found words. “Father! What did you do? Why did you help hi-“ her voice cracked. “Why…”

 

the rest of the crew was watching everything unfold from farther back closer to the ship where they jumped out of the way of the tidal wave. 

Ryna bailed out of the ship along with the rest of the crew. She landed lightly on the ground, like a cat. She looked back at the ship to see blades of darkness hitting it. She turned away before she could see what was going to happen. She had to focus on the events. This was her job. She was the Chronicler. She should not have interfered as much as she had. Her mentor had said, 'Interference from our kind causes ripples in the Thread.' She opened her book and placed her hand on a page. She looked over and asked Eli, "What's happening, exactly? I'm a bit confused."

[Aeoryi she/her]

38 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Literally where the Dreamsmith is, or just in the afterlife

Literally where the Dreamsmith is

38 minutes ago, NameIess said:

I am no pawn, to come at come at command. Neither am I a Narrator, willingly splitting his soul a thousand ways. Tell me what it is you wish of me, and I shall attend you if I decide it is worth my time.

I could provide a Plotblade, perhaps, the last one with the possibility of threatening you.

[NameIess]

26 minutes ago, Keke said:

I hate to break it to u but no one is on the ship other then a clone of rebus rn. 

Ah, in that case...

The blades of darkness swerved, moving towards the area from which the crew and Ryna watched the battle.

@Shatter

15 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

Literally where the Dreamsmith is

I could provide a Plotblade, perhaps, the last one with the possibility of threatening you.

Many Plotblades could threaten me. Conflict, Protagonist, Endings to name just a few. Which blade do you offer unto me?

[Aeoryi she/her]

5 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Ah, in that case...

The blades of darkness swerved, moving towards the area from which the crew and Ryna watched the battle.

@Shatter

Many Plotblades could threaten me. Conflict, Protagonist, Endings to name just a few. Which blade do you offer unto me?

One unnamed by all who know it, because it cannot be known by mortal understanding.

[NameIess]

6 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

One unnamed by all who know it, because it cannot be known by mortal understanding.

Intriguing. I will accept your offer once my current business is through.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

2 hours ago, Keke said:

Cyrus shook his head. “Oh i have, my brother is one.”

Good luck broski u about witness hell

The ai fuzzed into enxistance again. “Dr Clarke, i suggest going to the power center and turning the ship on.”

Rebyl was staring at rebus (well the rebus that was there) that gave malevolance the blade. She turned to the new rebus and her orange eyes darted around, through her hair which blew wildly in the wind she finally found words. “Father! What did you do? Why did you help hi-“ her voice cracked. “Why…”

 

the rest of the crew was watching everything unfold from farther back closer to the ship where they jumped out of the way of the tidal wave. 

Atlas stood between the witherlord, in the midst of thousands of dark blades, while seraphina stood next to her transparent and face painted with worry. 

Atlas shouted at the witherlord first “i will never serve someone like you!”

she turned to rebus “yeah probably!” She tightened her hand around Fallen Hero, “this is my fault. And i will not sit back while he runs around.” She looked up through the rain at the sky, she saw a few stars, jsut enough to see the stars of the ones she lost. “We weren’t ready for this, inevitable yes but the process was sped up due to my own weakness.”

I forgot about this guy.  And whats with the ominous first part. 

The latches came undone and a robot gave him an antidote. Clearly someone had overrode the system and had to getting him out. 

Dax spun to the rebus who was with them. “What does this mean?”
Jack stood up and walked to them. “:im helping fight.”

Dax held his hand out “no we dont know what it is.”

”Dax, i was made to be a soldier, let me fight.”

he went quite and nodded. 

Rebus raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “You’ve never met your brother within the closest thing to reality you’ve encountered. Regardless, it is interesting development.”

-

Rebus sent utility fog throughout the ship, doing as the AI suggested and powering the ship on. He nearly snapped out of existence as the Witherlord shot at the ship, then watched with nervous anticipation as the projectiles changed course towards the actual people - and the crew. 
-

“I made a deal.” Rebus bowed his head. “That I would bring about the summoning of the Witherlord. I had to…” -his voice broke- “I had to save Symbol.” 
-

Rebus cut a hole in a hopefully-unimportant part of the ship, extending a gangplank made from utility fog. 
-

“Getting yourself killed solves very little.” Rebus said, weaving through blades as he tried to reach Atlas. “If you did nothing to actually cause this, and you won’t do anything now, get out of here and actually prepare!” 

-

RAFO  - there was something important in that lab, and I don’t know if it’s still there. 
That was touching. Rebus took the antidote - presumably in a vial - and stood up, only to double over coughing. 
-

Dax’s vision was briefly covered by a hologram of what Rebus saw: the Witherlord and all his terrible power, smiting a mountain as reality fell apart. In the middle of it all, like a candle in a hurricane, was Atlas - defiant and utterly foolish. 
“Balitan is dead, Dax - if you would like to be my head scientist, I could use your help.” Then Rebus turned to Jack. “I can get you equipment, upgrade you, put troops under your command. You matter - what do you need so that matters?” 

2 hours ago, Aeoryi said:

Hello Rebus,

You have knowledge I seek. Meet me where the Dreamsmith is. I may have something that can benefit you.

 

Rebus nodded, though that was perhaps the second most difficult location to reach in the whole of the Thread. 
-

Rebus snapped into existence behind Bridge, hand humming with color. “PILOT,” he said, “the world is ending. How did you get to the Dreamsmith without a trial?” 

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

"Oh, yes, of course." Lyric said. "And then you said your creator told you that Plot was important. I merely allowed my mind to wander. Your creator, you say? Most people do not speak to their creators."

The pain from the Mordite seemed to lessen, its corruption of Rebus's soul slowing.

Do you want to live, Rebus?

Jack cocked his head. “What do you mean? Most people would not have one.” 
-

“I’m not quite Rebus,” said the clone, “but I do want to live.” He smiled - face cracking a little further - and the vial snapped out of existence. “My liege.” 

1 hour ago, TwinStorm said:

Fael sighed. "He . . . the Authors, they're lying. They told us at different points, different voices shaped his mind, his choices. They lied. One voice. One voice formed his path, until the end."

Rebus nodded. “Do you mean TwinStorm? Or is it more than that…” 
 

 @Kansas Stormcursed 

Rebus sent another wave of utility fog, slamming Asharak off his feet. Except he didn’t. The utility fog decohered, losing any semblance of order as it scattered in every direction. Rebus laughed, slightly stunned. “Your timing is certainly unique. Have you noticed the world just began to end?” 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

4 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “You’ve never met your brother within the closest thing to reality you’ve encountered. Regardless, it is interesting development.”

-

Rebus sent utility fog throughout the ship, doing as the AI suggested and powering the ship on. He nearly snapped out of existence as the Witherlord shot at the ship, then watched with nervous anticipation as the projectiles changed course towards the actual people - and the crew. 
-

“I made a deal.” Rebus bowed his head. “That I would bring about the summoning of the Witherlord. I had to…” -his voice broke- “I had to save Symbol.” 
-

Rebus cut a hole in a hopefully-unimportant part of the ship, extending a gangplank made from utility fog. 
-

“Getting yourself killed solves very little.” Rebus said, weaving through blades as he tried to reach Atlas. “If you did nothing to actually cause this, and you won’t do anything now, get out of here and actually prepare!” 

-

RAFO  - there was something important in that lab, and I don’t know if it’s still there. 
That was touching. Rebus took the antidote - presumably in a vial - and stood up, only to double over coughing. 
-

Dax’s vision was briefly covered by a hologram of what Rebus saw: the Witherlord and all his terrible power, smiting a mountain as reality fell apart. In the middle of it all, like a candle in a hurricane, was Atlas - defiant and utterly foolish. 
“Balitan is dead, Dax - if you would like to be my head scientist, I could use your help.” Then Rebus turned to Jack. “I can get you equipment, upgrade you, put troops under your command. You matter - what do you need so that matters?” 

Rebus nodded, though that was perhaps the second most difficult location to reach in the whole of the Thread. 
-

Rebus snapped into existence behind Bridge, hand humming with color. “PILOT,” he said, “the world is ending. How did you get to the Dreamsmith without a trial?” 

Jack cocked his head. “What do you mean? Most people would not have one.” 
-

“I’m not quite Rebus,” said the clone, “but I do want to live.” He smiled - face cracking a little further - and the vial snapped out of existence. “My liege.” 

Rebus nodded. “Do you mean TwinStorm? Or is it more than that…” 
 

 @Kansas Stormcursed 

Rebus sent another wave of utility fog, slamming Asharak off his feet. Except he didn’t. The utility fog decohered, losing any semblance of order as it scattered in every direction. Rebus laughed, slightly stunned. “Your timing is certainly unique. Have you noticed the world just began to end?” 

Asharak nodded. "Well. Yes. My Author was absent for some time, and thus rather missed all the chaos. It seems my plans are in need of changing." He removed his hand from the hilt of his still-sheathed sword. "Quite frankly, you are no longer the biggest fish at the moment. Care to be it again? I'd be willing to set aside our differences for a moment to fight the other enemy."

[Keke They/he]

1 hour ago, Shatter said:

well this just decided what Ryna was going to do

Ryna bailed out of the ship along with the rest of the crew. She landed lightly on the ground, like a cat. She looked back at the ship to see blades of darkness hitting it. She turned away before she could see what was going to happen. She had to focus on the events. This was her job. She was the Chronicler. She should not have interfered as much as she had. Her mentor had said, 'Interference from our kind causes ripples in the Thread.' She opened her book and placed her hand on a page. She looked over and asked Eli, "What's happening, exactly? I'm a bit confused."

Eli shrugged “i dont know!” 

55 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Ah, in that case...

The blades of darkness swerved, moving towards the area from which the crew and Ryna watched the battle.

@Shatter

Many Plotblades could threaten me. Conflict, Protagonist, Endings to name just a few. Which blade do you offer unto me?

Eli jumped pushing Levi and (the other guy can’t remember his name) down, trusting ryna to help herself. She yelped as they scraped her side

7 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “You’ve never met your brother within the closest thing to reality you’ve encountered. Regardless, it is interesting development.”

 

“I would be more worried if you had. He is quite the shell and doesnt speak to many.”

7 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus sent utility fog throughout the ship, doing as the AI suggested and powering the ship on. He nearly snapped out of existence as the Witherlord shot at the ship, then watched with nervous anticipation as the projectiles changed course towards the actual people - and the crew. 

The ship thudded to life. 

7 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

I made a deal.” Rebus bowed his head. “That I would bring about the summoning of the Witherlord. I had to…” -his voice broke- “I had to save Symbol.”

Rebyl looked around, everything was unfolding so fast in a world she didnt know. She saw her father well her closest thing to a father right now, break, to save what wouls have been her mom. She ran forward grabbing his arm as eli pushed the others down farther away. The second her hand grabbed his arm she seemed smaller. Scared and confused in a world that wasnt hers, yet she wanted to be a part of because she had friends here. 

8 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus cut a hole in a hopefully-unimportant part of the ship, extending a gangplank made from utility fog. 

Levi and the other guy we will call him Trevor, stood up and sprinted up it. 

8 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Getting yourself killed solves very little.” Rebus said, weaving through blades as he tried to reach Atlas. “If you did nothing to actually cause this, and you won’t do anything now, get out of here and actually prepare!” 

She watched in horror and stumbled back towards rebus, suddenly remembering how small she was. A nine year old… maybe ten? Trying to fight a demon lord alone? 

She then remembered something important, her cartoons. The ones she religously watched, they never did anything alone. And if they tried their friends helped, with this knowledge she ran back to rebus. 

seraphina slammed her hands down creating a large wall of Holy Energy between the witherlord  and everyone else. She forced it to stay up no matter what came @NameIess

8 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

RAFO  - there was something important in that lab, and I don’t know if it’s still there. 
That was touching. Rebus took the antidote - presumably in a vial - and stood up, only to double over coughing. 

Dont RAFO me!

no it was in a syringe 

9 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Dax’s vision was briefly covered by a hologram of what Rebus saw: the Witherlord and all his terrible power, smiting a mountain as reality fell apart. In the middle of it all, like a candle in a hurricane, was Atlas - defiant and utterly foolish. 
“Balitan is dead, Dax - if you would like to be my head scientist, I could use your help.” Then Rebus turned to Jack. “I can get you equipment, upgrade you, put troops under your command. You matter - what do you need so that matters?” 

Dax nodded. “I will do anything, Esspecially if that girl is trying harder then anyone else, i will do whatever i can.”

jack stood a bit straighter and saluted “all i need is some soldiers, ill gather up what i can from my old group, just send me back to kimo and give me five minutes.”

[NameIess]

4 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Jack cocked his head. “What do you mean? Most people would not have one.” 

Lyric blinked. "I was speaking of deities, but I suppose your origins are not quite the same as us beings of flesh. Who created you?"

9 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

“I’m not quite Rebus,” said the clone, “but I do want to live.” He smiled - face cracking a little further - and the vial snapped out of existence. “My liege.” 

Excellent. 

The pain spiked as the Mordite within the clone vibrated, grew, integrated. The clone's skin greyed and writhed, shifting lumps moving beneath it.

I remember a being from a branch from this Thread long dead... a weapon used to kill Narrators.

Countless Mordite spikes burst from the clone's skin, growing, cutting, corrupting.

I hope you survive this transformation, clone of Rebus. For I shall have need of such a weapon in days to come.

9 minutes ago, Keke said:

Eli jumped pushing Levi and (the other guy can’t remember his name) down, trusting ryna to help herself. She yelped as they scraped her side

The blades came at the crew from all sides. a dome of countless dark blades, descending on them from above. There was nowhere to dodge or run.

10 minutes ago, Keke said:

She watched in horror and stumbled back towards rebus, suddenly remembering how small she was. A nine year old… maybe ten? Trying to fight a demon lord alone? 

She then remembered something important, her cartoons. The ones she religously watched, they never did anything alone. And if they tried their friends helped, with this knowledge she ran back to rebus. 

seraphina slammed her hands down creating a large wall of Holy Energy between the witherlord  and everyone else. She forced it to stay up no matter what came @NameIess

The Witherlord tore a hole in reality and stepped through, leaving a slowly expanding tear within the barrier.

A tear opening to the Void opened before Seraphina, and the Witherlord stepped through.

"You think to contain me?" He sounded amused. "I, who destroyed the Luxsprites? I, who despise the bindings of the strongest Ennullers? What are you to them?" He laughed, then reached for Seraphina with a hand coated in darkness.

[Keke They/he]

Just now, NameIess said:

The blades came at the crew from all sides. a dome of countless dark blades, descending on them from above. There was nowhere to dodge or run.

So lets not kill all my characters please

erryin spawned teleporting them all onto the ship and disappearing in an instant. 

1 minute ago, NameIess said:

The Witherlord tore a hole in reality and stepped through, leaving a slowly expanding tear within the barrier.

A tear opening to the Void opened before Seraphina, and the Witherlord stepped through.

"You think to contain me?" He sounded amused. "I, who destroyed the Luxsprites? I, who despise the bindings of the strongest Ennullers? What are you to them?" He laughed, then reached for Seraphina with a hand coated in darkness.

so lets not kill all my characters please

seraphina was not actually there, she was safe in heaven with the archangel generals and their army. Plus having some assistance to keep her there from Cade and ordered caught in the veil. 

[Aeoryi she/her]

Ribbon materialized at the Dreamsmith. 

@NameIess is a trial going to happen or can she loiter at the Dreamsmith?

[NameIess]

36 minutes ago, Keke said:

erryin spawned teleporting them all onto the ship and disappearing in an instant. 

The blades struck the area the group had been a moment earlier, eviscerating the ground upon which the crew had stood. The Witherlord grunted, mildly disappointed.

36 minutes ago, Keke said:

seraphina was not actually there, she was safe in heaven with the archangel generals and their army. Plus having some assistance to keep her there from Cade and ordered caught in the veil. 

"Heaven's gates shall not protect you forever, angel." The Witherlord smiled, making note of the established location. It would be an excellent place to invade, thematically appropriate and sure to draw the heroes of the Thread to its defense.

The Witherlord turned. Most of his opponents had now fled, as he'd expected. He faced Atlas and Rebus. "Do you still think to face me?"

47 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

Ribbon materialized at the Dreamsmith. 

@NameIess is a trial going to happen or can she loiter at the Dreamsmith?

The Dreamsmith looked up in surprise. On his anvil lay a glowing necklace, with a crystalline appearance. "Who are you, and what are you doing in my workshop?" He frowned, peering closely at Ribbon. "It is not safe for the living to be long in this place, especially without Omen to give you a link back to the world of the living." He hesitated, then continued more gently. "How did you come here, young one?"

Well, since she's definitely totally absolutely 100% for certain dead, Ribbon would need no trial to reach the Dreamsmith. He might insist on one if she wanted him to make a weapon for her, but if she just wants to wait and meet Rebus, a trial wouldn't be necessary.

[Keke They/he]

4 minutes ago, NameIess said:

The blades struck the area the group had been a moment earlier, eviscerating the ground upon which the crew had stood. The Witherlord grunted, mildly disappointed.

"Heaven's gates shall not protect you forever, angel." The Witherlord smiled, making note of the established location. It would be an excellent place to invade, thematically appropriate and sure to draw the heroes of the Thread to its defense.

The Witherlord turned. Most of his opponents had now fled, as he'd expected. He faced Atlas and Rebus. "Do you still think to face me?"

The Dreamsmith looked up in surprise. On his anvil lay a glowing necklace, with a crystalline appearance. "Who are you, and what are you doing in my workshop?" He frowned, peering closely at Ribbon. "It is not safe for the living to be long in this place, especially without Omen to give you a link back to the world of the living." He hesitated, then continued more gently. "How did you come here, young one?"

Well, since she's definitely totally absolutely 100% for certain dead, Ribbon would need no trial to reach the Dreamsmith. He might insist on one if she wanted him to make a weapon for her, but if she just wants to wait and meet Rebus, a trial wouldn't be necessary.

I hate him. Hes gonna cause me emotional pain isn't he? 

suddenly any and all of atlas confidence disappeared and she hid behind rebus. She shakily pointed Fallen Hero in a defensive manner. "No no. I dont wan face yu. Atually im s'ared, Y'ike weally sca'ed so..." her red eyes were wide and shaking with fear. 

[NameIess]

5 minutes ago, Keke said:

I hate him. Hes gonna cause me emotional pain isn't he? 

suddenly any and all of atlas confidence disappeared and she hid behind rebus. She shakily pointed Fallen Hero in a defensive manner. "No no. I dont wan face yu. Atually im s'ared, Y'ike weally sca'ed so..." her red eyes were wide and shaking with fear. 

The Witherlord smiled, spreading his hands. "This is good." Ten thousand more blades of darkness appeared behind him. "It is good that you fear me. This entire Thread should fear me, for I am its end. Run if you wish. Death will find you in the end. I will find you in the end."

[Aeoryi she/her]

16 minutes ago, NameIess said:

The blades struck the area the group had been a moment earlier, eviscerating the ground upon which the crew had stood. The Witherlord grunted, mildly disappointed.

"Heaven's gates shall not protect you forever, angel." The Witherlord smiled, making note of the established location. It would be an excellent place to invade, thematically appropriate and sure to draw the heroes of the Thread to its defense.

The Witherlord turned. Most of his opponents had now fled, as he'd expected. He faced Atlas and Rebus. "Do you still think to face me?"

The Dreamsmith looked up in surprise. On his anvil lay a glowing necklace, with a crystalline appearance. "Who are you, and what are you doing in my workshop?" He frowned, peering closely at Ribbon. "It is not safe for the living to be long in this place, especially without Omen to give you a link back to the world of the living." He hesitated, then continued more gently. "How did you come here, young one?"

Well, since she's definitely totally absolutely 100% for certain dead, Ribbon would need no trial to reach the Dreamsmith. He might insist on one if she wanted him to make a weapon for her, but if she just wants to wait and meet Rebus, a trial wouldn't be necessary.

"Your workshop is safe here," she said softly, "I am waiting for Rebus."

[NameIess]

7 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

"Your workshop is safe here," she said softly, "I am waiting for Rebus."

"You are safe here from any threat of the living. But..." The Dreamsmith reached into his pocket and pulled out a spider-like robot. He worked deftly, opening a panel on its surface and manipulating the mechanism within. "You shall be safe enough here, to wait for Rebus." He finished, setting the robot down. "But you still didn't answer my question. How did you come here?"

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

6 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

“Malevolence’s motives make little sense. He exists to do evil, both philosophically and metafictionally.” Rebus shook his head. 

Renamed thought for a moment. "Can you leave the Thread?" he asked.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

6 hours ago, NameIess said:

Well done. The Witherlord's voice echoed through Fog's being. Return to me, and receive your reward.

Fog giggled excitedly and watched Ribbon's blood drip from the blade for a moment. She felt . . .

Nothing. Good.

Farewell, Ribbon.

After a moment, she reappeared near the Witherlord.

"Here I am!"

[TwinStorm He/Him]

9 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “You’ve never met your brother within the closest thing to reality you’ve encountered. Regardless, it is interesting development.”

-

Rebus sent utility fog throughout the ship, doing as the AI suggested and powering the ship on. He nearly snapped out of existence as the Witherlord shot at the ship, then watched with nervous anticipation as the projectiles changed course towards the actual people - and the crew. 
-

“I made a deal.” Rebus bowed his head. “That I would bring about the summoning of the Witherlord. I had to…” -his voice broke- “I had to save Symbol.” 
-

Rebus cut a hole in a hopefully-unimportant part of the ship, extending a gangplank made from utility fog. 
-

“Getting yourself killed solves very little.” Rebus said, weaving through blades as he tried to reach Atlas. “If you did nothing to actually cause this, and you won’t do anything now, get out of here and actually prepare!” 

-

RAFO  - there was something important in that lab, and I don’t know if it’s still there. 
That was touching. Rebus took the antidote - presumably in a vial - and stood up, only to double over coughing. 
-

Dax’s vision was briefly covered by a hologram of what Rebus saw: the Witherlord and all his terrible power, smiting a mountain as reality fell apart. In the middle of it all, like a candle in a hurricane, was Atlas - defiant and utterly foolish. 
“Balitan is dead, Dax - if you would like to be my head scientist, I could use your help.” Then Rebus turned to Jack. “I can get you equipment, upgrade you, put troops under your command. You matter - what do you need so that matters?” 

Rebus nodded, though that was perhaps the second most difficult location to reach in the whole of the Thread. 
-

Rebus snapped into existence behind Bridge, hand humming with color. “PILOT,” he said, “the world is ending. How did you get to the Dreamsmith without a trial?” 

Jack cocked his head. “What do you mean? Most people would not have one.” 
-

“I’m not quite Rebus,” said the clone, “but I do want to live.” He smiled - face cracking a little further - and the vial snapped out of existence. “My liege.” 

Rebus nodded. “Do you mean TwinStorm? Or is it more than that…” 
 

 @Kansas Stormcursed 

Rebus sent another wave of utility fog, slamming Asharak off his feet. Except he didn’t. The utility fog decohered, losing any semblance of order as it scattered in every direction. Rebus laughed, slightly stunned. “Your timing is certainly unique. Have you noticed the world just began to end?” 

"Something different. Hinted at in the Thread."

She projected a transparent image across the landscape. Cricket sitting at a campfire in the freezing cold. The apparition huddled in a blanket, trying to keep warm.

"In his worst of days." Fael said, gesturing at the image, which rapidly flashed to Cricket standing over a grave, or staring down a path of footsteps in the snow.

"A voice told him to keep going, keep fighting. Guiding him down one path . . . one specific path. One that led to 
Rebus."

She paused, hoping that Rebus would catch on.

[Verdance he/him]

9/10mmHB#2 dragged Inkwell back through a Rift to his stupid cabin. Hopefully he wouldn’t get himself killed. 9/10 didn’t care about Inkwell, but he didn’t want to see what happened to him as a character when that pen got destroyed. Inkwell shook himself and tore away from 9/10. “What the *screech*?” He looked around. Coming up the path from the valley below was Eden, soaked and clearly angry, hand clutching a mordite scarred claw to her chest. A starhawk sat on her shoulder and blocked out his profanity. Inkwell couldn’t meet her gaze. “Come on inside,” 9/10 said. “We have a bit to talk about.” 
They did. 9/10 borrowed Shadowlight while Inkwell stared out the window, refusing to respond to anything, and drew a fire and a stack of blankets which they each wrapped themselves in. “So. What in the godmother was that?!”, Eden finally said. Her lip was bleeding, and she was barely not shouting. Barely. “You didn’t tell me he could do this to me! You told me the sword would completely incapacitate him!” Inkwell mumbled something too quiet to hear. “I can’t hear you,” Eden responded incredulously. “His au-his god clearly didn’t want that to happen. I’m sorry.” Eden gaped. “His what?” 9/10mmHB#2 leaned forward. “This world is strange. We three, as well as Night and a few less relevant people, are the hands of a god. His playthings, his sword, his pen. It’s very complicated and for some reason there are things he doesn’t want us to tell you. It’s not like I get a choice. But other cha- people in this world have their own gods. And what our god thought would happen wasn’t allowed by the other. There wasn’t anything to do.” Eden took a deep, unsteady breath. “I do not want to be controlled by some stupid god thing.” 9/10 leaned back. “I said that too. Nothing to do about it now.” Inkwell still wouldn’t face them. “Look, Ink. You did your best. You failed. Happens to all of us. Move on.” Inkwell wouldn’t react. “Would it make you feel better to know that you can officially annoy the an- annoy malevolence or the Witherlord from anywhere in the thread?” Inkwell coughed, trying to cover up a short laugh. He turned, and gave a sad smile. “9/10mmHB#2? I don’t want to hear ANYTHING from you. You ran away. Gave Futility to Fog. And guess what? She just killed Ribbon. So to be honest, I couldn’t give a *screech* about what you think. At least I showed up. Even if I could have done more.” 9/10 groaned. “You literally couldn’t have. You were out of ink.” “But not out of ideas. There was the switch, or the LOAD button.” “The what?” “I brought over an Undertale SAVE and LOAD system and started compounding DT. I was going to locally reset the timeline.” “Like that would work. Your best plan was a storming Undertale reference? If Malevolence’s au- god wouldn’t let Death Omen incapacitate him for a period of time, what makes you think any of them would let you reference Undertale? Seriously, stupid idea.”

Eden stared. “Now what? Bacon is dead. Night is- where is Night, anyway?”

——

Night was growing weak. Space was not all stars, but more empty space. She had expended much stardust, and her Narration wouldn’t be available to her for a while. And that meant she couldn’t keep 9/10’s little friend contained anymore. He was currently cutting holes through her, approaching a planet called Heaven. Someone had just retreated there from the Mountain of Summoning. They would have to contain Sanguine for the moment. He could be more easily dealt with if the Witherlord wasn’t already an imminent threat. She waved a hand, and gave them one last message before falling asleep. “Gates of Heaven, I have failed you. Prepare yourself for ichor and tears.”