Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 21 Posted February 21 7 hours ago, NameIess said: "You have done well." The Witherlord held out the Plotblade of the Dragon. "You have proven yourself worthy to be chief among my servants." The fragment of Antagonist flew forward, incorporating into Fog's misty being. Fog felt a vast sea of power, a darkness just out of reach. "I give you leave to draw upon the strength of my mantle, in service to me." The Witherlord said. "You shall have some of my strength, though know that I can withdraw this privilege at will. You are my right hand, and will remain my right hand so long as you remain worthy." "Yes," Unintelligible said. "The Witherlord is a much more pressing issue than Rebus." "I understand." The Dreamsmith turned back to the necklace on his anvil. "We shall wait for Rebus." "As I thought." The Witherlord murmured. He gestured to Fog. "Fog is my new right hand. You will obey her as you would me." He smiled. "Unless you think you would be a better fit for the job. Know that I will not forbid competition among those who serve me, so long as it does not harm our goals overly much." The Witherlord noticed Sanguine's actions, and was displeased. Fog laughed happily. "I'll do my best!" she said excitedly. 8 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said: @Keke @Ashkaloda what was the last thing in our plot? Also Myles appeared once again. By now he was resigned to never truly remaining on the page. He did have some plans of his own, however... And so he called out. ... Wait I missed context guys Is Malevolence the Witherlord now? Or are they separate entities? Same entity
Kansas Stormcursed he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said: Fog laughed happily. "I'll do my best!" she said excitedly. Same entity Aight sick thanks Myles called out. "Malevolence! Witherlord! Whichever you go by! Please don't kill me immediately. Icd rather like to talk. I have a proposal for you." 1
NameIess Posted February 21 Posted February 21 42 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said: Fog laughed happily. "I'll do my best!" she said excitedly. "Excellent. For now, deal with Atlas and this copy of Rebus. I have... other matters to attend." @Keke @DragonHeir 39 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said: Aight sick thanks Myles called out. "Malevolence! Witherlord! Whichever you go by! Please don't kill me immediately. Icd rather like to talk. I have a proposal for you." The Witherlord turned to Myles. "What proposal is this?"
Kansas Stormcursed he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 38 minutes ago, NameIess said: "Excellent. For now, deal with Atlas and this copy of Rebus. I have... other matters to attend." @Keke @DragonHeir The Witherlord turned to Myles. "What proposal is this?" "A deal. I suppose it might more heavily favor me, but I suspect it may offer some small help to you. I wish for more significance to the plot. Thus, I offer my services to you, in what tasks you may need done." He frowns. "Though if possible I would prefer to avoid straight combat. It is...not my strong suit."
Through The Living Ash he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 (edited) 7 hours ago, edgyswordname said: “A time for birth, a time for death-“ He watched the withergeists flee. Good. Sanguine looked down on Heaven. There was a philosophy to be pulled from the marrow here, but hadn’t the subtlety of mind for it. He began descending to the gates of the planet. @Keke Floating in space above it, but yeah As he sweeps towards the luminous lands waiting beneath, Sanguine feels his descent jerk to a sudden stop. “Are you deaf, or just insufferably slow? I said I can’t let you do that.” 1 hour ago, Kansas Stormcursed said: @Keke @Ashkaloda what was the last thing in our plot? Also Myles appeared once again. By now he was resigned to never truly remaining on the page. He did have some plans of his own, however... And so he called out. ... Wait I missed context guys Is Malevolence the Witherlord now? Or are they separate entities? Erryin was about to teleport back into the mindscape, and Taeidin yelled to them to wait. Edited February 21 by Ashkaloda Removing an annoying space 1
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 21 Posted February 21 57 minutes ago, NameIess said: "Excellent. For now, deal with Atlas and this copy of Rebus. I have... other matters to attend." @Keke @DragonHeir The Witherlord turned to Myles. "What proposal is this?" She nodded happily and vanished. Atlassssss, she sang. @Keke
Kansas Stormcursed he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 11 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said: As he sweeps towards the luminous lands waiting beneath, Sanguine feels his descent jerk to a sudden stop. “Are you deaf, or just insufferably slow? I said I can’t let you do that.” Erryin was about to teleport back into the mindscape, and Taeidin yelled to them to wait. Danke sehr Uhh alright I don't really have anything to add to that then
Keke They/he Posted February 21 Posted February 21 (edited) 5 hours ago, Shatter said: Ryna squeaked as she jumped to the side, dropping her book. Ryna looked wide-eyed at the blades as they whizzed past. She looked over to Eli and widened her eyes as she realized that Eli had been wounded by these shadowy blades. She scrambled up and ran over. I'm going to be off until 7 pm EST tomorrow. NOTHING BIG HAPPEN. pls. a shield flicked up around the ship. 1 hour ago, Kansas Stormcursed said: @Keke @Ashkaloda what was the last thing in our plot? Also Myles appeared once again. By now he was resigned to never truly remaining on the page. He did have some plans of his own, however... And so he called out. ... Wait I missed context guys Is Malevolence the Witherlord now? Or are they separate entities? Idk. Sorry it exploded. 1 hour ago, NameIess said: "Excellent. For now, deal with Atlas and this copy of Rebus. I have... other matters to attend." @Keke @DragonHeir The Witherlord turned to Myles. "What proposal is this?" Edited February 21 by Keke Oops 1
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 21 Posted February 21 1 minute ago, Keke said: a shield flicked up around the ship. Idk. Sorry it exploded. atlas heard her voice and recognized her as the overpowered maniac and promply yelped @DragonHeir a shield flicked up around the ship. Idk. Sorry it exploded. atlas heard her voice and recognized her as the overpowered maniac and promply yelped @DragonHeir a shield flicked up around the ship. Idk. Sorry it exploded. atlas heard her voice and recognized her as the overpowered maniac and promply yelped @DragonHeir a shield flicked up around the ship. Idk. Sorry it exploded. atlas heard her voice and recognized her as the overpowered maniac and promply yelped @DragonHeir Atlas appeared in a rather wide, sandy-floored arena. It seemed like it was underground, as there was some sort of rock overhead. "Welcome!" Fog sang, summoning a familiar Blade.
Keke They/he Posted February 21 Posted February 21 Just now, Through The Living Glass said: Atlas appeared in a rather wide, sandy-floored arena. It seemed like it was underground, as there was some sort of rock overhead. "Welcome!" Fog sang, summoning a familiar Blade. she teleported away.
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 21 Posted February 21 (edited) Just now, Keke said: she teleported away. She couldn't leave. Her teleportation was Nullified. "Running's no fun," she whined. Edited February 21 by Through The Living Glass
Keke They/he Posted February 21 Posted February 21 3 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said: She couldn't leave. Her teleportation was Nullified. "Running's no fun," she whined. she started breathing heavy. "No no no." She grabbed Fallen Hero. "No i didnt want this."
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 21 Posted February 21 3 minutes ago, Keke said: she started breathing heavy. "No no no." She grabbed Fallen Hero. "No i didnt want this." Fog smiled gleefully. "It's alright. I'll wait for Rebus."
Kansas Stormcursed he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 12 minutes ago, Keke said: a shield flicked up around the ship. Idk. Sorry it exploded.
Keke They/he Posted February 21 Posted February 21 Just now, Through The Living Glass said: Fog smiled gleefully. "It's alright. I'll wait for Rebus." atlas stumbled back. Her eyes wide and she felt helpless again. Small, a tiny gnat in a world of humans. Or something like that, she didnt like metaphors. "Please do." She whimpered. Just now, Kansas Stormcursed said: uhhh erryin was uhhhh 1
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 21 Posted February 21 (edited) 1 minute ago, Keke said: atlas stumbled back. Her eyes wide and she felt helpless again. Small, a tiny gnat in a world of humans. Or something like that, she didnt like metaphors. "Please do." She whimpered. uhhh erryin was uhhhh She grinned. "You like Mordite, Atlas?" Edited February 21 by Through The Living Glass
NameIess Posted February 21 Posted February 21 (edited) 2 hours ago, Kansas Stormcursed said: "A deal. I suppose it might more heavily favor me, but I suspect it may offer some small help to you. I wish for more significance to the plot. Thus, I offer my services to you, in what tasks you may need done." He frowns. "Though if possible I would prefer to avoid straight combat. It is...not my strong suit." “Evil turns away none with the strength to seek it.” The Witherlord replied. “I accept your service. As for your task… at the moment, I have need of little save for information. Go, find out what plans are being made against me. I have business elsewhere.” the Witherlord turned, and vanished through a tear in reality. — The Witherlord appeared before the Guardians of Plot. “What blade do you offer to me?” @Aeoryi — Subversion looked at the traveler. “It is far far past time we got this over with. I doubt anyone even remembers who you are,” she said dismissively, then, ruefully said, ”or even who I am. I’ve seen your journey, and I know you’ve found no answer. So I see no point in conversation.” Subversion stared at the Traveler, then, grudgingly, continued quietly. “You… did well. Put in good effort. But you were trying to find an answer to a question that, so far as I can see, cannot be answered.” With a wave of Subversion’s hand, the traveler began to lose existence. The color left her, her features faded into obscurity. Soon, she would be but words, and then naught but memory. The traveler gasped in horror. “Wait!” She cried desperately. “I… I have a question for you!” Subversion paused, and the fading halted. The traveler took a deep breath. “Why,” she asked slowly, “do you care?” Edited February 21 by NameIess
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 21 Posted February 21 26 minutes ago, NameIess said: Subversion looked at the traveler. “It is far far past time we got this over with. I doubt anyone even remembers who you are,” she said dismissively, then, ruefully said, ”or even who I am. I’ve seen your journey, and I know you’ve found no answer. So I see no point in conversation.” *cough*
NameIess Posted February 21 Posted February 21 2 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said: *cough* Is that a ‘I don’t remember them’ cough, a ‘I remember them’ cough, or a ‘no one remembers Fog either’ cough? Subversion froze. “Repeating the Dreamsmith’s question won’t work.” She said. “I… won’t deny that I do care. Even now, with you separated, I care. About good and evil, struggles, development. About…” her cheeks flushed slightly. “About what started all of this in the first place, stupid though it may be.” Her grey eyes darkened. “But if there’s no reason to care, even after you searched the entire Thread for one, then why should I bother? The Author might-fine, does care for us, but he cares for villain and hero alike. We are words on a page to him, and while he might weep at our suffering, he will also enjoy the sorrow he feels. He will look on it with pride if he makes himself feel sorrow.” Subversion took a step towards the traveler, voice rising as she continued her speech. ”Why do I care? I’ll tell you why. Because our Author wants me to care. Wants me to care so that I will struggle, suffer, and fail as his own character destroys everything good about this Thread!” Subversion took another step towards the traveler, trembling with emotion. Her next words were a hissed whisper, burning with anger. ”So you tell me. Why should I, knowing what I know, seeing what I see, care about any of it. Why should I suffer? For our Author’s amusement? No. It is better to simply cast it aside, excise any part of me that cares, and become as Nameless was. He lived during the times of the Witherlord. He knew not to care. Until he didn’t. Caring is what prevented him from defeating the Witherlord, caring is what got him killed. Why should I not learn from the mistakes of the past?” The traveler shivered. She… understood Subversion. Hard not to, being a splinter of her. And yet… there was something about the Dreamsmith’s words. Another question came to her mind. ”I think,” she spoke slowly, “that the Dreamsmith meant to tell me that everyone needs to find their own answer to this question. He gave me his, and… well, you know what it was. It didn’t convince me, but…” She took a deep breath, steeling herself, and met Subversion’s eyes. ”I think a better question is: why do you not want to care?” Subversion blinked. “I just told you. There’s no point. It’s not practical. It made Name- “Malevolence cares.” Interrupted the traveler. “He cares about evil. About being evil and doing evil and hating and killing. That is why he has claimed the Witherlord, because he cares. His care has driven him to push himself, to reach for an impossible goal and succeed.” She took a step towards Subversion. “If Nameless had cared more, if he had decided to save his friend from the Mantle, would he have succeeded? Maybe. But if he hadn’t cared at all, then he never would’ve tried to stop the Witherlord. He would’ve been a monster, even worse than what he sometimes was. Caring is practical, a practical means to make the Author care about your goals.” Subversion scoffed, taking a half step back. “Monster? Bah. Whatever Nameless did, it was words on a page. Meaningless. The story is the only thing that can have worth- “Stories are words!” Snapped the traveler. “Stories have meaning because the characters in them care. Because we care. Nameless understood that, and gave up his Narration in return for the ability to care. If the story matters so much, then don’t just observe it from the outside! Become part of it! Care about the story, and the people in it.” The traveler advanced, stepping forward until she was eye to eye with Subversion, eye to eye with herself. ”Do you know why you don’t want to care?” She asked softly. “It’s not because you can’t think of a reason to. Not really. It’s because you’re-we’re afraid. Afraid that we will lose what we care about. Afraid that what we care about really will turn out to be meaningless. That’s why no reason will be sufficient. Because no reason to care can assure us that we won’t hurt, can prove that what we care about really matters. And so choosing to care about nothing seems so much easier.” The traveler took one final step forward, and wrapped Subversion in a hug. “But even if it doesn’t matter, we can still care about it. Even if we lose what we care about, it is better to care and lose than to not care at all. Subversion, listen to me. If you choose not to care, to cut out your every emotion, you will never feel pain again. But you will also never feel joy. You will never be happy. Isn’t it better, even in a meaningless world, to have a chance at joy?” The traveler stepped back, letting her arms fall to her sides. She closed her eyes, and awaited Subversion’s decision. Subversion stared at the traveler, the fragment of herself, and came to her decision. 5
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 21 Posted February 21 7 minutes ago, NameIess said: Is that a ‘I don’t remember them’ cough, a ‘I remember them’ cough, or a ‘no one remembers Fog either’ cough? Subversion froze. “Repeating the Dreamsmith’s question won’t work.” She said. “I… won’t deny that I do care. Even now, with you separated, I care. About good and evil, struggles, development. About…” her cheeks flushed slightly. “About what started all of this in the first place, stupid though it may be.” Her grey eyes darkened. “But if there’s no reason to care, even after you searched the entire Thread for one, then why should I bother? The Author might-fine, does care for us, but he cares for villain and hero alike. We are words on a page to him, and while he might weep at our suffering, he will also enjoy the sorrow he feels. He will look on it with pride if he makes himself feel sorrow.” Subversion took a step towards the traveler, voice rising as she continued her speech. ”Why do I care? I’ll tell you why. Because our Author wants me to care. Wants me to care so that I will struggle, suffer, and fail as his own character destroys everything good about this Thread!” Subversion took another step towards the traveler, trembling with emotion. Her next words were a hissed whisper, burning with anger. ”So you tell me. Why should I, knowing what I know, seeing what I see, care about any of it. Why should I suffer? For our Author’s amusement? No. It is better to simply cast it aside, excise any part of me that cares, and become as Nameless was. He lived during the times of the Witherlord. He knew not to care. Until he didn’t. Caring is what prevented him from defeating the Witherlord, caring is what got him killed. Why should I not learn from the mistakes of the past?” The traveler shivered. She… understood Subversion. Hard not to, being a splinter of her. And yet… there was something about the Dreamsmith’s words. Another question came to her mind. ”I think,” she spoke slowly, “that the Dreamsmith meant to tell me that everyone needs to find their own answer to this question. He gave me his, and… well, you know what it was. It didn’t convince me, but…” She took a deep breath, steeling herself, and met Subversion’s eyes. ”I think a better question is: why do you not want to care?” Subversion blinked. “I just told you. There’s no point. It’s not practical. It made Name- “Malevolence cares.” Interrupted the traveler. “He cares about evil. About being evil and doing evil and hating and killing. That is why he has claimed the Witherlord, because he cares. His care has driven him to push himself, to reach for an impossible goal and succeed.” She took a step towards Subversion. “If Nameless had cared more, if he had decided to save his friend from the Mantle, would he have succeeded? Maybe. But if he hadn’t cared at all, then he never would’ve tried to stop the Witherlord. He would’ve been a monster, even worse than what he sometimes was. Caring is practical, a practical means to make the Author care about your goals.” Subversion scoffed, taking a half step back. “Monster? Bah. Whatever Nameless did, it was words on a page. Meaningless. The story is the only thing that can have worth- “Stories are words!” Snapped the traveler. “Stories have meaning because the characters in them care. Because we care. Nameless understood that, and gave up his Narration in return for the ability to care. If the story matters so much, then don’t just observe it from the outside! Become part of it! Care about the story, and the people in it.” The traveler advanced, stepping forward until she was eye to eye with Subversion, eye to eye with herself. ”Do you know why you don’t want to care?” She asked softly. “It’s not because you can’t think of a reason to. Not really. It’s because you’re-we’re afraid. Afraid that we will lose what we care about. Afraid that what we care about really will turn out to be meaningless. That’s why no reason will be sufficient. Because no reason to care can assure us that we won’t hurt, can prove that what we care about really matters. And so choosing to care about nothing seems so much easier.” The traveler took one final step forward, and wrapped Subversion in a hug. “But even if it doesn’t matter, we can still care about it. Even if we lose what we care about, it is better to care and lose than to not care at all. Subversion, listen to me. If you choose not to care, to cut out your every emotion, you will never feel pain again. But you will also never feel joy. You will never be happy. Isn’t it better, even in a meaningless world, to have a chance at joy?” The traveler stepped back, letting her arms fall to her sides. She closed her eyes, and awaited Subversion’s decision. Subversion stared at the traveler, the fragment of herself, and came to her decision. more of a . . . hint hint sort of cough :3 also dang that was a good read
Kansas Stormcursed he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 8 hours ago, NameIess said: “Evil turns away none with the strength to seek it.” The Witherlord replied. “I accept your service. As for your task… at the moment, I have need of little save for information. Go, find out what plans are being made against me. I have business elsewhere.” the Witherlord turned, and vanished through a tear in reality. — The Witherlord appeared before the Guardians of Plot. “What blade do you offer to me?” @Aeoryi — Subversion looked at the traveler. “It is far far past time we got this over with. I doubt anyone even remembers who you are,” she said dismissively, then, ruefully said, ”or even who I am. I’ve seen your journey, and I know you’ve found no answer. So I see no point in conversation.” Subversion stared at the Traveler, then, grudgingly, continued quietly. “You… did well. Put in good effort. But you were trying to find an answer to a question that, so far as I can see, cannot be answered.” With a wave of Subversion’s hand, the traveler began to lose existence. The color left her, her features faded into obscurity. Soon, she would be but words, and then naught but memory. The traveler gasped in horror. “Wait!” She cried desperately. “I… I have a question for you!” Subversion paused, and the fading halted. The traveler took a deep breath. “Why,” she asked slowly, “do you care?” Myles nodded as the Witherlord disappeared. Then he sat back to watch and wait, to find the right place to step in and listen.
Through the Living Heir he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 (edited) On 2/19/2026 at 10:20 PM, Kansas Stormcursed said: 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." Rebus returned the nod. “Yes. A truce until some pressing matters are taken care of.” On 2/19/2026 at 10:35 PM, Keke said: “I would be more worried if you had. He is quite the shell and doesnt speak to many.” The ship thudded to life. 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. Levi and the other guy we will call him Trevor, stood up and sprinted up it. 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 Dont RAFO me! no it was in a syringe 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.” Rebus paused. “If you know a Narrator, why do you need to mine this planet?” - Rebus smiled, glad the hole in the side hadn’t caused problems. - Rebus looked into Rebyl’s eyes, and she could see tears within his. - Rebus, standing at the end of the gangplank, waved them forwards. - Not alone. Not anymore. - Spoiler Would you care to remind me what happened to the Author-Killing Blade? Rebus - or rather the as-of-yet unnamed clone of him - stabbed the syringe into his hand, right in the center of the burn scar. Nothing happened, of course. - Rebus nodded. “Good. We’re going to need a weapon against the Witherlord - Mordite won’t work on him.” Rebus saluted back, smiling. Jack snapped away, reappearing in Kimo as requested. On 2/19/2026 at 10:57 PM, NameIess said: 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?" 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. Jack also blinked. “Wait, deities? Shouldn’t we be trying to give one, then?” I may or may not be deflecting the question because I haven’t thought of a name yet… - The clone cried out, his nanomachines - themselves succumbing to corruption - disabling pain receptors and weaving Mordite into flesh at a molecular level. Rebus had done this before, after all - though it hadn’t been with Chaotic Darkness. The clone fell to his knees, Mordite perforating every available surface. On 2/19/2026 at 11:57 PM, NameIess said: 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. Atlas having disappeared, Rebus stood alone before the Witherlord. This was not a situation he wished to be in. “Eventually?” He sounded almost sheepish. “I would rather like to avoid the Thread’s destruction, considering I live here.” - @Aeoryi One mysterious bargain later, Rebus stepped out from the back of the workshop. He seemed less vibrant than usual - eyes devoid of reflection, no sign of residual Narration. He was, however, still smiling. “Hello, Ribbon. My condolences about your passing.” On 2/20/2026 at 12:58 AM, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said: Renamed thought for a moment. "Can you leave the Thread?" he asked. “It would be very difficult. Narrators, specifically are not allowed out due to the problems that would result - though your home would be one of the most compatible.” On 2/20/2026 at 11:01 AM, Sequence said: Hm.. Perhaps we should ask @xinoehp512, he's the plotblade expert . Aelinor glanced between Unintelligible and Rebus, somewhat... unsure. "Is fighting right now... necessary? When we- ... you, have greater evils to face?" Rebus… nodded. “Yes. Until the Witherlord has been defeated, you may very well need the Blade. We can wait.” 15 hours ago, Cookie Spren said: For those of youse peoples who wantses a quest hehehe, maybe you wantses to be involvdes in myses plot :3 A dark carriage pulls through the streets of a lowly village as crows swarm around it in circles. Eventually, the carriage comes to a stop, and interestingly enough, there is no driver. As the doors open, a figure in a plague doctor mask and a long black coat comes out. He carries a finely decorated cane of deep heartwood with a round, black stone at the top. The figure stands before the decrepit building that is this village's town hall. He stretches silently before taking a deep stride toward the shack of a structure, his long black coat following behind. He takes a moment to look down at his hand where what seems to be a small frog with a tiny wizard hat. He gives the creature a few pats on the head before knocking three times. Another man, also in a mask and longcoat, appeared nearby with a muffled crack. This wasn’t entirely where he wanted to be, but I had been enough. This new strange man watched the first one, waiting to see if he was noticed. 13 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said: Fog smiled gleefully. "It's alright. I'll wait for Rebus." And then Rebus appeared, Narrationblade in hand, coat fluttering as he stepped between Atlas and Fog. The sword wasn’t the only weapon he’d brought - nanomachines absolutely filled the air. “Mordite is a tool, Fog. It’s deadly-” a figure materialized next to Rebus, visible for only a moment before the sonic boom- “but there are other options.” I’ll leave a moment for Fog to respond before the hypersonic robot hits her. @Keke Edited February 21 by DragonHeir Atlas is there, and now so is Rebus.
Kansas Stormcursed he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 13 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: Rebus returned the nod. “Yes. A truce until some pressing matters are taken care of.” Rebus paused. “If you know a Narrator, why do you need to mine this planet?” - Rebus smiled, glad the hole in the side hadn’t caused problems. - Rebus looked into Rebyl’s eyes, and she could see tears within his. - Rebus, standing at the end of the gangplank, waved them forwards. - Not alone. Not anymore. - Reveal hidden contents Would you care to remind me what happened to the Author-Killing Blade? Rebus - or rather the as-of-yet unnamed clone of him - stabbed the syringe into his hand, right in the center of the burn scar. Nothing happened, of course. - Rebus nodded. “Good. We’re going to need a weapon against the Witherlord - Mordite won’t work on him.” Rebus saluted back, smiling. Jack snapped away, reappearing in Kimo as requested. Jack also blinked. “Wait, deities? Shouldn’t we be trying to give one, then?” I may or may not be deflecting the question because I haven’t thought of a name yet… - The clone cried out, his nanomachines - themselves succumbing to corruption - disabling pain receptors and weaving Mordite into flesh at a molecular level. Rebus had done this before, after all - though it hadn’t been with Chaotic Darkness. The clone fell to his knees, Mordite perforating every available surface. Atlas having disappeared, Rebus stood alone before the Witherlord. This was not a situation he wished to be in. “Eventually?” He sounded almost sheepish. “I would rather like to avoid the Thread’s destruction, considering I live here.” - @Aeoryi One mysterious bargain later, Rebus stepped out from the back of the workshop. He seemed less vibrant than usual - eyes devoid of reflection, no sign of residual Narration. He was, however, still smiling. “Hello, Ribbon. My condolences about your passing.” “It would be very difficult. Narrators, specifically are not allowed out due to the problems that would result - though your home would be one of the most compatible.” Rebus… nodded. “Yes. Until the Witherlord has been defeated, you may very well need the Blade. We can wait.” Another man, also in a mask and longcoat, appeared nearby with a muffled crack. This wasn’t entirely where he wanted to be, but I had been enough. This new strange man watched the first one, waiting to see if he was noticed. And then Rebus appeared, Narrationblade in hand, coat fluttering as he stepped between Atlas and Fog. The sword wasn’t the only weapon he’d brought - nanomachines absolutely filled the air. “Mordite is a tool, Fog. It’s deadly-” a figure materialized next to Rebus, visible for only a moment before the sonic boom- “but there are other options.” I’ll leave a moment for Fog to respond before the hypersonic robot hits her. Asharak nodded. "Good. Now, I missed many of the developments around the Witherlord, and find myself somewhat in the dark. What needs to be done to oppose him?"
Through the Living Heir he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 1 hour ago, Kansas Stormcursed said: Asharak nodded. "Good. Now, I missed many of the developments around the Witherlord, and find myself somewhat in the dark. What needs to be done to oppose him?" “I’m raising an army and attempting to produce a weapon. Luxite is an ideal material, but is also incredibly rare.” Rebus shook his head. “I’m not certain about the prospects of others, but if we could acquire enough Luxite we may stand a chance.”
Honors Spectral Image She/her Posted February 21 Posted February 21 21 hours ago, edgyswordname said: He hurriedly draws up a chair, the state of whether literally or figuratively being ambiguous. Once inside, he finds some milk, sugar and cocoa mix and mixes it in a pot over the fireplace while the rain continues beating on the roof. Eden and 9/10 are talking in the corner. “So. What do you plan to do now? Return to wherever you lived before, meddle in the Thread, something else?” Inkwell asks Isabel. “It’s not friendly here, but I get the feeling you would be even less comfortable at home.” What was Rebus trying to do? It seemed he had failed at it. The Witherlord was the antagonist now. And there still wasn’t a Protagonist. —— Sanguine is quite sure the Witherlord would be displeased by his goals, seeing they include the Witherlord’s death. Then he frowns. “Whats a Witherlord?” he asks himself. No matter. He refocuses on the incoming slaughter. “I’m not sure” she said. “You were right about back home, everywhere is better than there, I might try to stick around for a little bit, because this knife is sick” she twirls the dagger in her hand. “Besides so far I’ve had no worse experiences here than I’ve had back home so surely it’s not too bad”
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