KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 1 minute ago, DragonHeir said: “If the Witherlord can kill this Thread, it may be enough…” "Then that is not an option." Renamed sighed. "Can the Witherlord be... contained, somehow? Pacified? Locked in a duralumin-cadmium bubble?"
Aeoryi she/her Posted February 21 Posted February 21 4 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: You need to start by observing when you aren’t concealed. Can you sense the Thread?” "Yes, I can." Ribbon said.
Through The Living Ash he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 6 hours ago, edgyswordname said: Inkwell is still irritated by the functionality of the knife. She is so unfazed… The cocoa starts bubbling softly at the edges, so he gets up and pours into a few mugs before the milk can separate. Eden raises her withered, blackened claw of a hand. “How is this better than where you came from? Girl, which pit of hell did you drag yourself out of?” —— Sanguine has expended all his talking energy, and the whiplash from Egis’s narration shocks him. Then he adapts, cutting straight through the prismite field and allowing himself to be touched by gravity. His form gathers particles from the atmosphere, weaving them together to create a shell around his core body as he burns through the air like a meteorite. @Keke@Ashkaloda My understanding is that Narration doesn’t create fields of Prismite, it utilizes the Prismite gathered in a Narrator’s core to achieve the desired effect. 27 minutes ago, edgyswordname said: 9/10mmHB#2 laughs. “Buddy. We’re both minor antagonists with questionably evil intentions. We both have wanted him-“ he pointed at Inkwell- “Dead at some point, and we’re both interested in obtaining lux- actually forget I said that. But what else do you call forcing Malevolence to take up Redemption?” He pours a mug of hot chocolate for Rebus. —— Sanguine roars in anger, trying to reenter the building, but a force stops him. This shouldn’t be possible. He wasn’t a force of the Thread, its forces couldn’t affect him! Yet there were some things even someone like him couldn’t toy with. He growled and turned to Egis, ready to strike before a single word or laugh could leave her throat. @Ashkaloda She glanced at him as his strike phased straight through her. Egis hesitated briefly, then the scene around Sanguine rippled, clearing to reveal a rather mundane living room. If Sanguine tried to move, he would find that he could move in place, but not relative to his surroundings. He felt multiple layers of power wash over him, though they seemingly had no effect. Egis stalked closer to him and folded her arms across her chest. Oddly, the footsteps sounded as if they were coming from a distance behind him. “You don’t understand, do you? I’m a god. I can do anything I want to you. My mercy is the only reason you still remain alive. If I were you, I would be hesitant to test it.” As she spoke, Egis’s voice seemed to orbit about Sanguine’s head. 1 hour ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said: "No, what I'm thinking is - if the Thread gets destroyed, you leave. Can you regain Narration in Battle for the Sandwich?" Most first-person characters there are basically Narrators already, although perhaps slightly less limited.
Keke They/he Posted February 21 Posted February 21 7 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: Are you a Narrator, then?” Rebus asked, voice mockingly sweet. - Rebus grinned. “You’ve got powers, Rebyl.” - Atlas was evidently supersonic, since it had been a mere instant. Such was the power of Narration, of course. - Rebus smiled. “I can do Prismite. With our combined expertise and the power from your friend, I think we can make something worthwhile.” - Rebus suddenly knew things. Quite interesting things, in fact. - Even Nullite was not invincible - for if it was, nobody could make anything from it. Still, the clone followed the instructions of his ruler. Power gathered around his fist, and he punched the wall - except it wasn’t only the wall he hit. Reality cracked, space - and by extension the wall - shattering. The clone dissolve Cyrus stood up straight suddenly calm again and he walked to a table. “No. But narrators arent the most powerful being to exist.” - she shook her head. “No well i know, i can make copies of things if i have it memoriezed, like a paper or something small. I dont teleport.” She said and as an example closed her hand and opened it and a candy was in it. “Small things, not big things.” - She was merely hiding cause she was scared as hell. - he nodded. “Alright, we have two people we need to talk to. First can you teleport us to these coordinates?” He said writing something down on a peice of paper. - indeed i hope these things are interesting i worked really hard on making them this way. Jack, Dax, and the leviathans are some of my oldest oc’s/(Ideas)Granted the only ones older are Cyrus and the rest of the people involved with him like Kyler, Kai, Krys, kit, and many many others, i created them when i was like 9 or before - i domt like you. meanie. five robots (kinda like commando droids if you know how pesky those are) attack him with mordite weapons.
NameIess Posted February 22 Posted February 22 12 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: The clone understood. There was Mordite where Prismite had once been; new powers that could be tapped into much the same way his Narration had. - The count could differ depending upon what one considered to be care, of course. The Witherlord was, however, on the right track. - Rebus nodded. “That will be of use.” - Jack was worried because Lyric seemed worried, though he couldn’t tell why. Still, maybe these priests of Plot could help. “If that will help,” he said. He resolved to sing along with Lyric - the man seemed to need it. You are no withergeist, with power over darkness. The Witherlord whispered. You are a blade, a slayer of Narrators. You shall be a spy, taking what form you will, hiding your true self from all senses. You shall strike from the shadows, and slay those whom I command. — “No, it will not.” The Dreamsmith said with a sigh. “The Luxite is from this world, delved from a memory of distant days. In the world of the living, it could only ever be a dream, a shadow of itself. And dreams cannot stop the Witherlord.” He paused. “However… another tool I made would be up to the task.” — “Yes, it will of course. How else would we find our way?” Lyric looked to the sky. “Yes… to the sky, a temple of stone would be clearly visible.” Recovering some composure, he began a song. ”Sky above, seeking the stone below we come. Seeking temple of secrets great. Hear us, guide our way. To place where many priests of Plot do pray.” 7 minutes ago, Aeoryi said: There's something ironic about calling Chaos, the admin of the site, weak Charnaster was initially caught off guard from the web, being tangled right up in it. Right now he was Light. That would not do. He started to shed his wings, letting them evaporate into the air. Dark armor donned Charnaster as he transformed into his Dark Form, with long streaming tendrils of nebula materializing off of his body. Spikes of void-like material formed as Charnaster's body became a proper, four legged dragon. He let out a howl, and then landed directly across from the Witherlord, staring directly into him. Charnaster-Dark is themed around this fellow, kinda Reveal hidden contents "That would suffice, I believe." Ribbon nodded. "How will we begin?" Wasn’t speaking about Chaos, actually. But about Chaos, as in the times when TLT used to be closer to threads like Battle for the Sandwich most of the time, with plot interspersed within those periods. “What Plotblade do you bring against me?” Asked the Witherlord. “With what power do you hope to defeat the source of all darkness?”
Aeoryi she/her Posted February 22 Posted February 22 1 minute ago, NameIess said: Wasn’t speaking about Chaos, actually. But about Chaos, as in the times when TLT used to be closer to threads like Battle for the Sandwich most of the time, with plot interspersed within those periods. “What Plotblade do you bring against me?” Asked the Witherlord. “With what power do you hope to defeat the source of all darkness?” "Hope?" Snarled Charnaster, lashing his tail, "The power of everything we do not know lies against you, as do I."
NameIess Posted February 22 Posted February 22 2 minutes ago, Aeoryi said: "Hope?" Snarled Charnaster, lashing his tail, "The power of everything we do not know lies against you, as do I." “The Plotblade of the Unknowable, then?” The Witherlord did not seem concerned. “Why should I fear that which I do not know? I know my own power, and it is more than sufficient to destroy you.”
Through the Living Heir he/him Posted February 22 Posted February 22 35 minutes ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said: "Then that is not an option." Renamed sighed. "Can the Witherlord be... contained, somehow? Pacified? Locked in a duralumin-cadmium bubble?" “Contained, yes. The Witherlord was locked away in the Void, and can be sent there again. Pacified is almost impossible - perhaps if the bearer of the Mantle wasn’t Malevolence, we could help them resist, but short of replacing him I do not know how we could influence it.” 34 minutes ago, Aeoryi said: "Yes, I can." Ribbon said. Rebus nodded, glad to see Ribbon was following and aiming to provide an example. “Try to bring your thoughts into the description - that’s simpler than hiding them, and easier to quantify success in.” 27 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said: My understanding is that Narration doesn’t create fields of Prismite, it utilizes the Prismite gathered in a Narrator’s core to achieve the desired effect. Both can be true. Narration requires a Narrator core’s Prismite, but does involve projecting power outside oneself. There is also Chaotic Light around the Thread - that’s how Narrators regain power, and directing it makes them have more reach than they would otherwise. That’s what I think, at least - the nice thing about the Thread is that canon is what we decide it to be. 25 minutes ago, Keke said: Cyrus stood up straight suddenly calm again and he walked to a table. “No. But narrators arent the most powerful being to exist.” - she shook her head. “No well i know, i can make copies of things if i have it memoriezed, like a paper or something small. I dont teleport.” She said and as an example closed her hand and opened it and a candy was in it. “Small things, not big things.” - She was merely hiding cause she was scared as hell. - he nodded. “Alright, we have two people we need to talk to. First can you teleport us to these coordinates?” He said writing something down on a peice of paper. - indeed i hope these things are interesting i worked really hard on making them this way. Jack, Dax, and the leviathans are some of my oldest oc’s/(Ideas)Granted the only ones older are Cyrus and the rest of the people involved with him like Kyler, Kai, Krys, kit, and many many others, i created them when i was like 9 or before - i domt like you. meanie. five robots (kinda like commando droids if you know how pesky those are) attack him with mordite weapons. Rebus scoffed. “Of course not. But are you one of those?” - Rebus smiled. “This is just I guess, but I believe you just copied yourself. This universe is permeated with magic - you may have more power here.” - This was perfectly understandable. Rebus would get her out once he could. - Rebus nodded. “Almost certainly.” Once he could read the coordinates, he teleported to them. - They’re legitimately the seed of a really good story - rewriting an old project with more recent skills is a worthwhile endeavor. - This continues below. The clone grinned - something to destroy and more Mordite. 12 minutes ago, NameIess said: You are no withergeist, with power over darkness. The Witherlord whispered. You are a blade, a slayer of Narrators. You shall be a spy, taking what form you will, hiding your true self from all senses. You shall strike from the shadows, and slay those whom I command. — “No, it will not.” The Dreamsmith said with a sigh. “The Luxite is from this world, delved from a memory of distant days. In the world of the living, it could only ever be a dream, a shadow of itself. And dreams cannot stop the Witherlord.” He paused. “However… another tool I made would be up to the task.” — “Yes, it will of course. How else would we find our way?” Lyric looked to the sky. “Yes… to the sky, a temple of stone would be clearly visible.” Recovering some composure, he began a song. ”Sky above, seeking the stone below we come. Seeking temple of secrets great. Hear us, guide our way. To place where many priests of Plot do pray.” And then he frowned. He was letting the Mordite - both Chaos and Dark - get to him, but he really did want to destroy something, if only to test and show off his new powers. I shall escape, and then I shall be your blade. These powers are potent, but I shall restrain myself. The clone ducked under a blade, kicking low - his foot sprouting a Mordite spike as it made contact with the robot. - “I need to understand Luxite if I am to make my own weapon from it.” Rebus said. “It matters not if it is but a shadow.” Then the Dreamsmith spoke again, and he smiled. “Interesting…” - Jack joined him in the song, though he echoed Lyric rather than attempt to form verses.
Aeoryi she/her Posted February 22 Posted February 22 Just now, NameIess said: “The Plotblade of the Unknowable, then?” The Witherlord did not seem concerned. “Why should I fear that which I do not know? I know my own power, and it is more than sufficient to destroy you.” "The Witherlord has been defeated before. No antagonist has ever lasted forever." Charnaster said calmly. "Those are both facts. You may not fear the future, but that is because you are a fool." He gestured to the surrounding maelstrom with an unruly claw. "This Plotblade does not behave like the other ones do. It is highly volatile, and it plays by it's own rules." He gave a wicked grin at the Witherlord, visible beneath the black armor. "And of course, this Plotblade will be your downfall." He locked his gaze on the Witherlord. "You may try to challenge me, to fight me. You may think you can break all the rules." A single glowing feather fluttered in between them as they spoke. "However, if you decide to fight me, you will be in for a very paradoxical fight." 4 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: Rebus nodded, glad to see Ribbon was following and aiming to provide an example. “Try to bring your thoughts into the description - that’s simpler than hiding them, and easier to quantify success in.” She nodded. "Do you mean something like this?" She quietly churned through the information that Rebus described. It didn't quite make sense to her. "Or something like that?" 1
Through the Living Heir he/him Posted February 22 Posted February 22 5 minutes ago, Aeoryi said: She nodded. "Do you mean something like this?" She quietly churned through the information that Rebus described. It didn't quite make sense to her. "Or something like that?" “The second,” Rebus said, “though manipulating the style of text is another useful trick.” “You should be able to take how you changed the way you were being described, and apply it to reducing description of your thoughts instead of increasing it.” The man, dressed in a black-and-white coat glowing with lines of orange light, smiled. “You can even change the content of description drastically - all without Narration, as long as what you want written really is the truth.”
Keke They/he Posted February 22 Posted February 22 26 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: Rebus scoffed. “Of course not. But are you one of those?” - Rebus smiled. “This is just I guess, but I believe you just copied yourself. This universe is permeated with magic - you may have more power here.” - This was perfectly understandable. Rebus would get her out once he could. - Rebus nodded. “Almost certainly.” Once he could read the coordinates, he teleported to them. - They’re legitimately the seed of a really good story - rewriting an old project with more recent skills is a worthwhile endeavor. - This continues below. The clone grinned - something to destroy and more Mordite. 38 minutes ago, NameIess said: You are no withergeist, with power over darkness. The Witherlord whispered. You are a blade, a slayer of Narrators. You shall be a spy, taking what form you will, hiding your true self from all senses. You shall strike from the shadows, and slay those whom I command. — “No, it will not.” The Dreamsmith said with a sigh. “The Luxite is from this world, delved from a memory of distant days. In the world of the living, it could only ever be a dream, a shadow of itself. And dreams cannot stop the Witherlord.” He paused. “However… another tool I made would be up to the task.” — “Yes, it will of course. How else would we find our way?” Lyric looked to the sky. “Yes… to the sky, a temple of stone would be clearly visible.” Recovering some composure, he began a song. ”Sky above, seeking the stone below we come. Seeking temple of secrets great. Hear us, guide our way. To place where many priests of Plot do pray.” Expand And then he frowned. He was letting the Mordite - both Chaos and Dark - get to him, but he really did want to destroy something, if only to test and show off his new powers. I shall escape, and then I shall be your blade. These powers are potent, but I shall restrain myself. The clone ducked under a blade, kicking low - his foot sprouting a Mordite spike as it made contact with the robot. he shook his head, flicking a syringe. "No im not. I aspire to be and thats why I am a scientist." - She nodded but something felt off about that idea. - She knew this and that was why she sat down to not be in his way. - Thank you! - it buzzed with electricity then punched rebus in the face. - This is Dax part cause I fumbled on the reply @DragonHeir they land in a ruined forest in front of a large compound. One might say rebus would get dejavu from this place
NameIess Posted February 22 Posted February 22 45 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: And then he frowned. He was letting the Mordite - both Chaos and Dark - get to him, but he really did want to destroy something, if only to test and show off his new powers. I shall escape, and then I shall be your blade. These powers are potent, but I shall restrain myself. The clone ducked under a blade, kicking low - his foot sprouting a Mordite spike as it made contact with the robot. - “I need to understand Luxite if I am to make my own weapon from it.” Rebus said. “It matters not if it is but a shadow.” Then the Dreamsmith spoke again, and he smiled. “Interesting…” - Jack joined him in the song, though he echoed Lyric rather than attempt to form verses. “A Luxite weapon… such a thing has long been sought after.” The Dreamsmith looked long at Rebus. Eventually, he seemed to come to a decision. Reaching to a workbench beside him, he tossed a four-pointed medallion to Rebus. “Take this. It is real, entrusted to me by Subversion. It is a creation of Nameless, a converter made with fragments of each of the four powers. He obtained a small amount of Luxite from the skeins, Ordered-light entities who survived the Dies Luxfrang.” The Dreamsmith grimaced. “It is… inefficient. The whole of the Prismite from a Narrator’s core would not create enough Luxite for a blade, and from my experience the other metals are even more inefficient. But it will, I think, be more efficient than your own attempts, working with those who can manipulate only two of the four powers. And perhaps you can discover more of its workings than I. Your discovery of Ordered Chaos was certainly… surprising to me.” The Dreamsmith held up a letter, handing it to Rebus as well. “Take this letter to Onyx, if you would. I… hope that its contents bring him some comfort. Within that letter, I hope, is the secret to the Witherlord’s destruction.” — Lyric walked through the forest, singing his song. He sounded more subdued than other times they’d travelled, and a troubled expression dwelt on his face. Eventually, the pair came to a city. @TwinStorm is the temple of Plot accepting supplicants? 57 minutes ago, Aeoryi said: "The Witherlord has been defeated before. No antagonist has ever lasted forever." Charnaster said calmly. "Those are both facts. You may not fear the future, but that is because you are a fool." He gestured to the surrounding maelstrom with an unruly claw. "This Plotblade does not behave like the other ones do. It is highly volatile, and it plays by it's own rules." He gave a wicked grin at the Witherlord, visible beneath the black armor. "And of course, this Plotblade will be your downfall." He locked his gaze on the Witherlord. "You may try to challenge me, to fight me. You may think you can break all the rules." A single glowing feather fluttered in between them as they spoke. "However, if you decide to fight me, you will be in for a very paradoxical fight." She nodded. "Do you mean something like this?" She quietly churned through the information that Rebus described. It didn't quite make sense to her. "Or something like that?" “Those who oppose me have never been so weak.” The Witherlord stepped forwards. “Why should I fight you? Your blade has shown no power threatening to me. My time is valuable, my enemies many. Tell me your Plotblade’s name. Tell me why I should not simply leave you here, leave to plan my domination of the Thread.” 2
Verdance he/him Posted February 22 Posted February 22 (edited) 1 hour ago, Ashkaloda said: My understanding is that Narration doesn’t create fields of Prismite, it utilizes the Prismite gathered in a Narrator’s core to achieve the desired effect. She glanced at him as his strike phased straight through her. Egis hesitated briefly, then the scene around Sanguine rippled, clearing to reveal a rather mundane living room. If Sanguine tried to move, he would find that he could move in place, but not relative to his surroundings. He felt multiple layers of power wash over him, though they seemingly had no effect. Egis stalked closer to him and folded her arms across her chest. Oddly, the footsteps sounded as if they were coming from a distance behind him. “You don’t understand, do you? I’m a god. I can do anything I want to you. My mercy is the only reason you still remain alive. If I were you, I would be hesitant to test it.” As she spoke, Egis’s voice seemed to orbit about Sanguine’s head. Most first-person characters there are basically Narrators already, although perhaps slightly less limited. Sanguine grinned. “I’m built to kill gods.” He stood up, and dispersed and multiplied his particles to fill the room, burrowing into Egis’ lungs, skin, eyes. the way I understand it the entire world is made of prismite and the cores of a narrator are used to impose the will of tha narrator onto the worlds prismite. Taking this from xinoehps blog. What he was doing was collapsing space in a way to create a bubble that was not formed of prismite, and therefore couldn’t be influenced by Narration. Quote Prismite is the substance that forms the matter of the world. Each dream crystal contains within it its own world, known as a dreamscape. Dream artists manipulate this dreamscape- consciously or unconsciously - and then project it onto the prismite of reality. The most powerful examples of this are the Narrators, who dictate whatever they desire. He is very very strong against fundamental materials and brute strength. You can destroy his form temporarily with something like a Plotblade, but he’ll just make a new one since his soul exists outside of TLT, or you can do trickery and mental magic which he would be more weak to. also what even does Luxite do? If Nullite nullifies narration, could luxite nullify… death? Edited February 22 by edgyswordname
Aeoryi she/her Posted February 22 Posted February 22 11 minutes ago, NameIess said: “Those who oppose me have never been so weak.” The Witherlord stepped forwards. “Why should I fight you? Your blade has shown no power threatening to me. My time is valuable, my enemies many. Tell me your Plotblade’s name. Tell me why I should not simply leave you here, leave to plan my domination of the Thread.” "My Plotblade's name?" Charnaster laughed. "If I were to even merely think of it, the entire blade would reform itself, creating a new, unknown version of itself. Perhaps with different powers, different properties, hmmm? Perhaps one of those properties is to rip through plot armor?" "I offer you one thing, and that is-" It was at that moment that Magenta came out of nowhere, flying in and crunching down on the Witherlord. Purple lightning streaking through his skull as he bit down as hard as he could against the literal Witherlord. 2
KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him Posted February 22 Posted February 22 2 hours ago, DragonHeir said: “Contained, yes. The Witherlord was locked away in the Void, and can be sent there again. Pacified is almost impossible - perhaps if the bearer of the Mantle wasn’t Malevolence, we could help them resist, but short of replacing him I do not know how we could influence it.” "How was it locked in the Void last time?"
Verdance he/him Posted February 22 Posted February 22 Just now, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said: "How was it locked in the Void last time?" 9/10mmHB#2 creates a rift and appears nearby. “Yes, I for one am very interested in how that would be accomplished.” He unclasps Inconsistency and begins sharpening the blade against a pocketknife. The pocketknife loses cohesion and dissolves into blood in his hand.
Through The Living Ash he/him Posted February 22 Posted February 22 37 minutes ago, edgyswordname said: Sanguine grinned. “I’m built to kill gods.” He stood up, and dispersed and multiplied his particles to fill the room, burrowing into Egis’ lungs, skin, eyes. the way I understand it the entire world is made of prismite and the cores of a narrator are used to impose the will of tha narrator onto the worlds prismite. Taking this from xinoehps blog. What he was doing was collapsing space in a way to create a bubble that was not formed of prismite, and therefore couldn’t be influenced by Narration. He is very very strong against fundamental materials and brute strength. You can destroy his form temporarily with something like a Plotblade, but he’ll just make a new one since his soul exists outside of TLT, or you can do trickery and mental magic which he would be more weak to. also what even does Luxite do? If Nullite nullifies narration, could luxite nullify… death? As the particles dispersed, Sanguine found that they were all moving in entirely different directions than he thought they would. He got the sense that they were traveling farther and closer and in every which direction in an entirely different manner. The few that did make it to Egis found it to be impossible to interact with her, but curiously, some random ones in entirely different places would occasionally run into her, he could sense. The specter of Egis looks unperturbed. She raises her hands, and Sanguine feels a burning sensation move through him.
KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him Posted February 22 Posted February 22 1 minute ago, edgyswordname said: 9/10mmHB#2 creates a rift and appears nearby. “Yes, I for one am very interested in how that would be accomplished.” He unclasps Inconsistency and begins sharpening the blade against a pocketknife. The pocketknife loses cohesion and dissolves into blood in his hand. Renamed jumped, a blue luxin sword appearing in his hand. He eyed the newcomer wearily. "Who are you?" he asked.
Kansas Stormcursed he/him Posted February 22 Posted February 22 4 hours ago, DragonHeir said: You do not need to tell Dark Cep, but I would say I benefit from the imprisonment.” Rebus smiled. “As for Luxite, the easiest source of it is now unequivocally out of reach. It can be extracted from the Thread, but that takes an incredibly long time - the only practical method would be a quest.” Speaking of information, I really should write more of those vision flashbacks… Yes please Asharak nods. "A quest would be nice. I still need to test this out." He pats the Blade by his side, causing its ever-present space-shifting to increase slightly for a moment." He pauses. "Intriguing. Benefitting from it?"
Through The Living Ash he/him Posted February 22 Posted February 22 On 2/13/2026 at 4:48 PM, Ashkaloda said: “You’re welcome,” she stage-whispers to Sanguine. That was just fine with the spear. It didn’t want Illusion one-upping it in that way anyways. “Wait!” he calls out. On 2/13/2026 at 4:36 PM, Keke said: they gasped a bit. “I have an idea.” They grabbed the mindscape and tried to pull them and taedin into the area aeryin was in. cyrus smiled back. “Morning rebus, not very nice waking up without your nanotech? I must say those devices are impressive.” He said flipping a peice of metal in his hand. “The trick to control where you had the sedative go was neat. Honestly you’re quite smart.” He stood up from his seat and tightened the chains so they fully entrapped his hand. “I was worried for a bit that you would end up beating me.” - define input materials. @Keke@Kansas Stormcursed This was the last interaction I think. 1
Shatter He/Him Posted February 22 Posted February 22 On 2/20/2026 at 11:01 PM, Keke said: a shield flicked up around the ship. Idk. Sorry it exploded. Ryna's eyes widened. "Huh," she commented. That was odd. Nevermind that probably very thread-important thing, she had more important things to worry about. "Eli? Are you okay?" 14 hours 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. @Keke Rebus be like 4
NameIess Posted February 22 Posted February 22 2 hours ago, Aeoryi said: "My Plotblade's name?" Charnaster laughed. "If I were to even merely think of it, the entire blade would reform itself, creating a new, unknown version of itself. Perhaps with different powers, different properties, hmmm? Perhaps one of those properties is to rip through plot armor?" "I offer you one thing, and that is-" It was at that moment that Magenta came out of nowhere, flying in and crunching down on the Witherlord. Purple lightning streaking through his skull as he bit down as hard as he could against the literal Witherlord. A dark mass burst from the Witherlord's blade, sprouting tentacles that wrapped around Magenta's jaws, forcing them apart. The Witherlord stepped forward, sheathing Malevolence. "I came here because you offered me a Plotblade. Well, I see that you will not give it to me." A tear in reality opened in front of the Witherlord, and he walked to it. "I see no purpose in carrying out a long and annoying battle here. But worry not. If you wish to contest with darkness, I will allow it." He gestured towards towards Magenta, whose body was now wrapped entirely in the tentacles of a monstrous, unformed creature of darkness. 2 hours ago, edgyswordname said: also what even does Luxite do? If Nullite nullifies narration, could luxite nullify… death? Nullite nullifies everything, ie, destroys/silences powers in an orderly manner. Luxite would be aligned with Creation, but ordered, unlike the narrators. It could be used to stabilize reality, to reverse corruption, that sort of thing.
Shatter He/Him Posted February 22 Posted February 22 24 minutes ago, NameIess said: A dark mass burst from the Witherlord's blade, sprouting tentacles that wrapped around Magenta's jaws, forcing them apart. The Witherlord stepped forward, sheathing Malevolence. "I came here because you offered me a Plotblade. Well, I see that you will not give it to me." A tear in reality opened in front of the Witherlord, and he walked to it. "I see no purpose in carrying out a long and annoying battle here. But worry not. If you wish to contest with darkness, I will allow it." He gestured towards towards Magenta, whose body was now wrapped entirely in the tentacles of a monstrous, unformed creature of darkness. Nullite nullifies everything, ie, destroys/silences powers in an orderly manner. Luxite would be aligned with Creation, but ordered, unlike the narrators. It could be used to stabilize reality, to reverse corruption, that sort of thing. that's not terrifying at all. GOD, if we turned this into a movie. also I'm eyeing the luxite. might have some plans if I don't have to activate Operation Military Service.
NameIess Posted February 22 Posted February 22 48 minutes ago, Shatter said: that's not terrifying at all. GOD, if we turned this into a movie. also I'm eyeing the luxite. might have some plans if I don't have to activate Operation Military Service. Thanks! And Luxite could work, but getting enough will be quite tricky, and even then not an instant win against the Witherlord.
Shatter He/Him Posted February 22 Posted February 22 1 hour ago, NameIess said: Thanks! And Luxite could work, but getting enough will be quite tricky, and even then not an instant win against the Witherlord. mmmm
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