The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

18 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?” 
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Rebus smiled, glad the hole in the side hadn’t caused problems. 
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Rebus looked into Rebyl’s eyes, and she could see tears within his. 
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Rebus, standing at the end of the gangplank, waved them forwards. 
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Not alone. Not anymore. 
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  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. 
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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…  

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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.” 
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 @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

15 hours ago, Keke said:

"no" she whimpered. 

Cyrus sighed. "I hate him, and we are enemies thats why."

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Levi paused next to rebus while Trevor ran to get things set up. All he did was pat his shoulder, which for Levi was a thanks. 

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Rebyl looked at the ship and then the wjtherlord and then her and rebus appear jn the middle of the ship and she almost passes out. 

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well now she was alone facing a maniac so.... T.T

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Oooh erryin has that now. 

theoretically it should get rid of any mordite poisoning and overall its like a anti fatigue thing. 

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Dax nodded. "What about nullite?"

*teehee* its all coming together

the second he was there he sprinted through the halls and ran into kyo, cadywin and ryver. He motioned for them to follow and stopped at the main lab shoving his way inside and grabbing the intercom device. "Attention everyone. This is jack speaking. I need anyone who is willing to fight, and pobabky die, to meet at the amphitheater. Also this goes to any of the leviathans who are listening. Its time to remake our legend."@KnightSkye Reforged

- @edgyswordname

Okay so yiu kept tagging me bt a character going to heaven. Just wanna ask a few things in a pm okay? 

10 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus scoffed. “Why would I try to contain the Witherlord? I am - in some ways at least - your opposite.” 

“Bravery would play no part in it - a Narrator could vaporize you with a snap of their fingers, if nothing protected you. A lack of ruthlessness, however, might be the trait you claim is cowardice - or it might simply be lack of interest.” 
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Rebus smiled - relieved, intrigued, and unexpectedly proud. He put a hand on “his” daughter’s shoulder, replenishing her strength with a bit of Narration.  

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With a screech of metal and another sonic boom, a shower of sparks and rock erupted from the ground perhaps ten feet over from Fog. The blur of movement - evidently having turned - was now heading directly towards the corrupted Narrator, still supersonic and nearly impossible to see. 
 @Through The Living Glass, my supersonic robot is very slowly trying to kill you. 

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“Nullite might be able to protect us, or even briefly contain the Witherlord.” Rebus nodded thoughtfully. “But this person is almost certainly helpful. Nullite is Ordered Darkness, while Prismite is Chaotic Light. Between the two...” he smiled, “we should have techniques that work on all the Essences.” 

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Rebus continued to watch this, trying to remember if these people had been seen before. 
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The clone laughed, and corrupted utility fog exploded from him, slamming into the wall. 

“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… 

“Ah. I suspected as much.” Rebus smiled, returning the bow with a nod. “Hiding from Narrators or Authors is a near-impossible task. The Witherlord, however, may have no capacity to perceive the Thread - if that’s the case, avoiding spies may be enough to conceal you completely.” 

“The simplest would be to stop being a Narrator - if you need me to speak with someone in BFtS, I can send an intermediary with an emulation of my personality.” 

Fog simply vanished and appeared behind Rebus in an instant, Blade thrust towards his chest from very nearly an inch away.

9 hours ago, NameIess said:

Walls of Nullite shall not hold you. The Witherlord’s voice spoke. not when they are but walls. Strike not at them, but reality itself.

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That there were three Rebus cared for would have been news to the Witherlord, though given how protective Rebus was being of Atlas, it would not be difficult to guess the third.

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The Dreamsmith smiled as he worked, noticing Rebus’s look of interest. “A Luxite amulet, a shield from all darkness.”

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“I… do not.” Lyric said nervously. By the sprites, he could still hear the tone! Distant was its source, but to hear the tone of darkness at such distance, that source must be terrible indeed.

“Perhaps a song?” He asked, though for once he did not much feel like singing.

The Witherlord counted the other three there. Magenta, center, and the new guardian he had not met. “I take it I am included in the four?” He reached to his back and slowly drew Malevolence from its sheath, wondering what the Plotblade’s name truly was. Plagues, perhaps? Unknowable seemed too obvious. Eldritch gods perhaps.

oo . . .

 

'Sup dudes

Sorry I was gone for so long lol

Edited February 22 by Through The Living Glass

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

10 hours ago, Ashkaloda said:

@Keke@Kansas Stormcursed

This was the last interaction I think. 

@Keke

With some difficulty, Erryin does manage to pull them back into the exact place they were before.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

15 hours ago, NameIess said:

“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.”

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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?

“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.”

see my blog, it is currently being destroyed

tbf there def could be other branches of the temples if he wants to find one 

Edited February 22 by TwinStorm

[AonEne he/him]

On 2/11/2026 at 5:39 PM, xinoehp512 said:

"Xino was the original Narrator of the Author Fate, followed by Narrator Phoenix. At least, that's what the records say!" Bacon paused. "If I may ask- what were they like, those original Narrators?"

"I didn't always know them well, but they seemed like good people," Ene said quietly. 

On 2/11/2026 at 8:01 PM, Keke said:

"we need (r)eally  eveyone to help fight the wi'er yord." 

"Alright. What do you need me to do to help?" 

The Witherlord is familiar but I can't remember anything about it by now - was it something to do with ghanderflaffles (did I even spell that right) or am I making that up? 

[NameIess]

2 hours ago, TwinStorm said:

see my blog, it is currently being destroyed

tbf there def could be other branches of the temples if he wants to find one 

Oh, cool! Well, if you wanted to rp the destruction in TLT, they could show up after that blog took place. The Witherlord was planning to pay a personal visit to the temple, to claim the Plotblade he’s agreed to give the guardians.

If not, they can arrive after the destruction.

Edited February 22 by NameIess

[Verdance he/him]

15 hours ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

Renamed jumped, a blue luxin sword appearing in his hand. He eyed the newcomer wearily. "Who are you?" he asked.

9/10mmHB#2 stares as the pocketknife bleeds away into fine red mist. 

Spoiler

Storm it. He’s on to me.

“Uh. My name’s 9/10mmHB#2. I have an interest in locking away the Witherlord. How about you?”

—— 

Sanguine senses the weak one drawing a blade. He exerts his will upon it, and is is destroyed. That one is close… he will deal with him as soon as he has dealt with Egis. He begins pushing against reality, trying to form a bubble around himself and Egis not affected by Narration. 

[Keke They/he]

14 hours ago, Shatter said:

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?"

Rebus be like

she nodded. "Yes Im fine."

10 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Fog simply vanished and appeared behind Rebus in an instant, Blade thrust towards his chest from very nearly an inch away.

oo . . .

 

'Sup dudes

Sorry I was gone for so long lol

atlas who was also behind tebus and in turn behind fog swung at fog. 

3 hours ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

@Keke

With some difficulty, Erryin does manage to pull them back into the exact place they were before.

in the split second before walls appeared they shot where they probably saw cep and aeryin. 

1 hour ago, AonEne said:

"I didn't always know them well, but they seemed like good people," Ene said quietly. 

"Alright. What do you need me to do to help?" 

The Witherlord is familiar but I can't remember anything about it by now - was it something to do with ghanderflaffles (did I even spell that right) or am I making that up? 

"uhhhh I dunno, Id ask any other author." She said shrugging. 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

4 minutes ago, Keke said:

she nodded. "Yes Im fine."

atlas who was also behind tebus and in turn behind fog swung at fog. 

in the split second before walls appeared they shot where they probably saw cep and aeryin. 

"uhhhh I dunno, Id ask any other author." She said shrugging. 

They didn't see anything, just blank Mindscape.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

18 hours ago, Keke said:

he shook his head, flicking a syringe. "No im not. I aspire to be and thats why I am a scientist."

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She nodded but something felt off about that idea. 

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She knew this and that was why she sat down to not be in his way. 

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Thank you!

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it buzzed with electricity then punched rebus in the face. 

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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

Rebus smiled. “I could help you with that…” 

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Rebus was now certain he was wrong, though perhaps with Prismite as fuel that trick could be possible. Still, guessing further seemed like a path to either embarrassment or dangerous capabilities. 
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Mordite spikes sprung from his face as he took the blow. The shock hurt, of course, but other than some fried nanomachines the clone had no lasting damage. The spikes, on the other hand,  were well suited to causing lasting damage. 
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Rebus laughed. “I suspected as much…” 

17 hours ago, NameIess said:

“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.”

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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?

Rebus bowed his head, accepting the items - it wasn’t easy to reverently accept something that was thrown at you, but Rebus managed. “Thank you. I understand the importance of these - and I shall put the converter to good use.”
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Jack had been singing with as much enthusiasm as he could muster in an attempt to cheer up Lyric, but now he was silent, looking towards the city with interest. 
It might have been actively being attacked or utterly destroyed, but Jack didn’t notice that yet. 

16 hours ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

"How was it locked in the Void last time?"

“I believe that the Skeins sacrificed themselves to contain it.” 

16 hours ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

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?"

The current events with the Witherlord are actually a better regret than the Cricket, and I think I can write better flashbacks for them (I remember them better, and there’s more to reveal). Would the vision switch? 
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“Are you aware of my ultimate motivation? I’m trying to continue to exist in the Thread - a hard-to-reach backup of me and a method to increase emotional depth are certainly assets.” Rebus grinned. “As for a quest, I have somewhere to start.” His smile widened, going from cheerful to downright unnerving. “Narrators are much easier to find than Luxite, after all…” 

11 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Fog simply vanished and appeared behind Rebus in an instant, Blade thrust towards his chest from very nearly an inch away.

Rebus exploded into a cloud of nanomachines, reforming behind Fog in an instant. Instead of his Narrationblade, he held some sort of rifle. “I would use utility fog, but I’m not certain you’re corporal enough. Lightning should suffice.” With a grin, he fired the electrolaser. 

Edited February 22 by DragonHeir
I truly should review these…

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

Oh, cool! Well, if you wanted to rp the destruction in TLT, they could show up after that blog took place. The Witherlord was planning to pay a personal visit to the temple, to claim the Plotblade he’s agreed to give the guardians.

If not, they can arrive after the destruction.

ill fill in the gaps in the blog

The temple was empty, when they arrived, a crumbling stone ruin with the wood still smoldering. A older man knelt among the ruins, despair written on his face. He was certainly not the High Priest of Plot, though he was not known to the Thread as of yet.

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

8 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

The current events with the Witherlord are actually a better regret than the Cricket, and I think I can write better flashbacks for them (I remember them better, and there’s more to reveal). Would the vision switch? 
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“Are you aware of my ultimate motivation? I’m trying to continue to exist in the Thread - a hard-to-reach backup of me and a method to increase emotional depth are certainly assets.” Rebus grinned. “As for a quest, I have somewhere to start.” His smile widened, going from cheerful to downright unnerving. “Narrators are much easier to find than Luxite, after all…” 

Yeah, if you think that's better the vision would switch

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Could another clone of Rebus hypothetically be grown from the nanites that Asharak has trapped in his Mindscape, if needed?

Asharak nods in understanding. "They are; what does that have to do with Luxite?"

[Keke They/he]

23 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

They didn't see anything, just blank Mindscape.

*scratches head*

I have no idea what to do. 

11 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus smiled. “I could help you with that…” 

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Rebus was now certain he was wrong, though perhaps with Prismite as fuel that trick could be possible. Still, guessing further seemed like a path to either embarrassment or dangerous capabilities. 
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Mordite spikes sprung from his face as he took the blow. The shock hurt, of course, but other than some fried nanomachines the clone had no lasting damage. The spikes, on the other hand,  were well suited to causing lasting damage. 
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Rebus laughed. “I suspected as much…” 

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Rebus exploded into a cloud of nanomachines, reforming behind Fog in an instant. Instead of his Narrationblade, he held some sort of rifle. “I would use utility fog, but I’m not certain you’re corporal enough. Lightning should suffice.” With a grin, he fired the electrolaser. 

he poked rebus with the syringe. "This is just a little prep thing."

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Rebyl just shook her head. "Whatever it was we just need to get out of here." She rubbed her head. "The ship has been started. We just need to set coordinates." She mumbled and ran up to the helm and started typing on a small tablet. 

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Another one jumped him from behind.

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Dax raised an eyebrow. "You know this place?" He asked waiting at the gate. Kyler opened it then paused very confused. "ARE YOU not up ther... how..."

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

4 minutes ago, Keke said:

*scratches head*

I have no idea what to do. 

he poked rebus with the syringe. "This is just a little prep thing."

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Rebyl just shook her head. "Whatever it was we just need to get out of here." She rubbed her head. "The ship has been started. We just need to set coordinates." She mumbled and ran up to the helm and started typing on a small tablet. 

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Another one jumped him from behind.

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Dax raised an eyebrow. "You know this place?" He asked waiting at the gate. Kyler opened it then paused very confused. "ARE YOU not up ther... how..."

If I may make a suggestion

Actively move them toward Aeryn and Cep, not by actually moving or trying to find them, but just by focusing on that intent

 

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

1 hour ago, edgyswordname said:

9/10mmHB#2 stares as the pocketknife bleeds away into fine red mist. 

  Hide contents

Storm it. He’s on to me.

“Uh. My name’s 9/10mmHB#2. I have an interest in locking away the Witherlord. How about you?”

—— 

Sanguine senses the weak one drawing a blade. He exerts his will upon it, and is is destroyed. That one is close… he will deal with him as soon as he has dealt with Egis. He begins pushing against reality, trying to form a bubble around himself and Egis not affected by Narration. 

"I... just found out about all this," Renamed said.

30 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

“I believe that the Skeins sacrificed themselves to contain it.” 

"Who're the Skeins?"

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

1 hour ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

They didn't see anything, just blank Mindscape.

Taeidin looks at the emptiness about him.

"Are we in the right place?" @Keke

2 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

9/10mmHB#2 stares as the pocketknife bleeds away into fine red mist. 

  Reveal hidden contents

Storm it. He’s on to me.

“Uh. My name’s 9/10mmHB#2. I have an interest in locking away the Witherlord. How about you?”

—— 

Sanguine senses the weak one drawing a blade. He exerts his will upon it, and is is destroyed. That one is close… he will deal with him as soon as he has dealt with Egis. He begins pushing against reality, trying to form a bubble around himself and Egis not affected by Narration. 

The burning he felt is gone almost immediately. As he pushes outwards, he feels a resistance impeding him, before it finally bursts with a popping noise and the room disappears. The area clarifies not into Heaven, but a cave of about the same size as the room he was just in, brightly lit by braziers hanging on the walls. He can see a flash of concern cross the face of Egis's image. She lunges forward, thrusting a crystalline dagger into Sanguine's face. 

[Aeoryi she/her]

16 hours 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.

Magenta simply exploded into a pink light, taking the Locusts with it.

"Well, that was something." Center said.

[Verdance he/him]

1 hour ago, Ashkaloda said:

Taeidin looks at the emptiness about him.

"Are we in the right place?" @Keke

The burning he felt is gone almost immediately. As he pushes outwards, he feels a resistance impeding him, before it finally bursts with a popping noise and the room disappears. The area clarifies not into Heaven, but a cave of about the same size as the room he was just in, brightly lit by braziers hanging on the walls. He can see a flash of concern cross the face of Egis's image. She lunges forward, thrusting a crystalline dagger into Sanguine's face. 

The dagger is absorbed by his face, spat out of the back of his head. He is disoriented for the moment as the form momentarily loses sensory input due to severe brain damage. The process of reknitting particles together begins immediately. 

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

1 hour ago, edgyswordname said:

The dagger is absorbed by his face, spat out of the back of his head. He is disoriented for the moment as the form momentarily loses sensory input due to severe brain damage. The process of reknitting particles together begins immediately. 

He feels something stab him in the side, though he can’t see what it is. Egis smirks and crosses her arms as Sanguine notices his strength slowly sapping away. 

[Verdance he/him]

Sanguine’s nervous system reknits, his eyes connecting to his brain connecting to his body. As he catches Egis again in his vision, he lashes out, his arms splitting down his fingers into a whip with five spiked lashes, ripping other blade out and casting it aside. “You won’t get far with blades,” he spits.

Edited February 23 by edgyswordname

[NameIess]

5 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus bowed his head, accepting the items - it wasn’t easy to reverently accept something that was thrown at you, but Rebus managed. “Thank you. I understand the importance of these - and I shall put the converter to good use.”

The Dreamsmith nodded. "The contents of that letter should not be secret. The Witherlord knows my plan, at least well enough to take any countermeasures he can." He opened his mouth and...

The Dreamsmith told Rebus what the letter said.

The Dreamsmith frowned. "That was... odd. Did you get that?"

The Dreamsmith repeated what he'd said.

"Curse it all! Listen carefully. My plan is simple, though carrying it out will be enormously difficult..."

The Dreamsmith told Rebus the secret to defeating the Witherlord, speaking loudly and slowly.

The Dreamsmith's eyes flared with anger, but he did not bother repeating himself again.

"It seems my Author will not allow the contents of that letter to be revealed. Storm him. I knew he'd planned for events to play out differently, but... I see now that he's unwilling to let go of the Witherlord too soon. Deliver that letter, Rebus. And... if Onyx cannot be found, then try to read it yourself. Perhaps my Author will relent."

5 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

Jack had been singing with as much enthusiasm as he could muster in an attempt to cheer up Lyric, but now he was silent, looking towards the city with interest. 
It might have been actively being attacked or utterly destroyed, but Jack didn’t notice that yet. 

Lyric regained some of his cheerful composure as they walked. Though he hadn't felt like singing, doing so with his friend, walking under a clear blue sky, returned to him some measure of calm, despite the tone still reverberating through the Thread. By the time they were near their destination, he could almost have called himself happy.

Then he saw the temple.

5 hours ago, TwinStorm said:

ill fill in the gaps in the blog

The temple was empty, when they arrived, a crumbling stone ruin with the wood still smoldering. A older man knelt among the ruins, despair written on his face. He was certainly not the High Priest of Plot, though he was not known to the Thread as of yet.

Did the Withergeists succeed in stealing Plotblades from the temple/High Priest of Plot? That was the Witherlord's original goal in attacking them, to claim a Plotblade to give the Guardians of Plot.

As soon as Lyric saw the temple's ruins, he knew what forces had struck it. Listening closely, he could hear the manyfold tune of destruction left in the wake of darkness. Memories flashed through his mind, of destruction, of terror, of death. The song of the withergeists in the night.

Lyric's eyes passed over the man among the ruins, but saw him not. His mind was elsewhere, in times long distant.

Screams in the night. Dark shapes clawing at crystalline light. Black wounds rotting, men dead while alive, doomed to join the throng of darkness. The song, that terrible tune, proclaiming terror, fear, death. And another song, rising to meet it. The song of-

Lyric's mind recoiled. His legs failed him and he fell to the ground with a cry of terror. His head struck a rock as he fell, and all went black.

2 hours ago, Aeoryi said:

Magenta simply exploded into a pink light, taking the Locusts with it.

"Well, that was something." Center said.

Did Magenta self-sacrifice to kill the dark monster the Witherlord left behind?

[Aeoryi she/her]

3 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Did Magenta self-sacrifice to kill the dark monster the Witherlord left behind?

There was a monster left behind?

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

34 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Sanguine’s nervous system reknits, his eyes connecting to his brain connecting to his body. As he catches Egis again in his vision, he lashes out, his arms splitting down his fingers into a whip with five spiked lashes, ripping other blade out and casting it aside. “You won’t get far with blades,” he spits.

Okay that’s pretty sick

The whips thrash right through Egis, only to again find her incorporeal. She laughs, the sound echoing from all directions. “Don’t you get it already?” Her specter in front of Sanguine mouthed in sync with the words, though no noise came from it. “You can’t hurt me, because I’m not there. And you seriously thought I was stupid enough to give you a target. You can’t do a thing against me!” She laughs some more. “Just admit how clearly outclassed you are. It’s okay. Everybody fails sometimes. There’s no need to turn this lovely place,” she gestures to the dank surroundings, “into your prison.” At those final words, her echoing voice coalesces into a harsh whisper, sounding as if she was leaning over his shoulder. 

[Verdance he/him]

27 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said:

Okay that’s pretty sick

The whips thrash right through Egis, only to again find her incorporeal. She laughs, the sound echoing from all directions. “Don’t you get it already?” Her specter in front of Sanguine mouthed in sync with the words, though no noise came from it. “You can’t hurt me, because I’m not there. And you seriously thought I was stupid enough to give you a target. You can’t do a thing against me!” She laughs some more. “Just admit how clearly outclassed you are. It’s okay. Everybody fails sometimes. There’s no need to turn this lovely place,” she gestures to the dank surroundings, “into your prison.” At those final words, her echoing voice coalesces into a harsh whisper, sounding as if she was leaning over his shoulder. 

Sanguine is not amused. “Cheater.” 9/10mmHB#2’s head pops out of a rift nearby. “Nah, it’s pretty smart, actually.” He laughs, ducking away as Sanguine snaps the whip at him. “I’m not truly here either,” he snarls at Egis. He stalks the room, sniffing for some odd reason. He looks quite silly, until he snatches a thread of Connection out of thin air touching the illusion, stabbing through thin air and creating a rift to Egis’ true physical location. He passes through. “It’s alright,” he says. “You’d find me… difficult to imprison anyway.”

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

56 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Sanguine is not amused. “Cheater.” 9/10mmHB#2’s head pops out of a rift nearby. “Nah, it’s pretty smart, actually.” He laughs, ducking away as Sanguine snaps the whip at him. “I’m not truly here either,” he snarls at Egis. He stalks the room, sniffing for some odd reason. He looks quite silly, until he snatches a thread of Connection out of thin air touching the illusion, stabbing through thin air and creating a rift to Egis’ true physical location. He passes through. “It’s alright,” he says. “You’d find me… difficult to imprison anyway.”

“Which is precisely why I’m ‘cheating’, love. It makes it far easier to stall.” Egis raises her eyebrows at 9/10. As Sanguine passes through the rift, he would find himself in the exact same cave, though on the opposite side. 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

2 hours ago, NameIess said:

The Dreamsmith nodded. "The contents of that letter should not be secret. The Witherlord knows my plan, at least well enough to take any countermeasures he can." He opened his mouth and...

The Dreamsmith told Rebus what the letter said.

The Dreamsmith frowned. "That was... odd. Did you get that?"

The Dreamsmith repeated what he'd said.

"Curse it all! Listen carefully. My plan is simple, though carrying it out will be enormously difficult..."

The Dreamsmith told Rebus the secret to defeating the Witherlord, speaking loudly and slowly.

The Dreamsmith's eyes flared with anger, but he did not bother repeating himself again.

"It seems my Author will not allow the contents of that letter to be revealed. Storm him. I knew he'd planned for events to play out differently, but... I see now that he's unwilling to let go of the Witherlord too soon. Deliver that letter, Rebus. And... if Onyx cannot be found, then try to read it yourself. Perhaps my Author will relent."

Lyric regained some of his cheerful composure as they walked. Though he hadn't felt like singing, doing so with his friend, walking under a clear blue sky, returned to him some measure of calm, despite the tone still reverberating through the Thread. By the time they were near their destination, he could almost have called himself happy.

Then he saw the temple.

Did the Withergeists succeed in stealing Plotblades from the temple/High Priest of Plot? That was the Witherlord's original goal in attacking them, to claim a Plotblade to give the Guardians of Plot.

As soon as Lyric saw the temple's ruins, he knew what forces had struck it. Listening closely, he could hear the manyfold tune of destruction left in the wake of darkness. Memories flashed through his mind, of destruction, of terror, of death. The song of the withergeists in the night.

Lyric's eyes passed over the man among the ruins, but saw him not. His mind was elsewhere, in times long distant.

Screams in the night. Dark shapes clawing at crystalline light. Black wounds rotting, men dead while alive, doomed to join the throng of darkness. The song, that terrible tune, proclaiming terror, fear, death. And another song, rising to meet it. The song of-

Lyric's mind recoiled. His legs failed him and he fell to the ground with a cry of terror. His head struck a rock as he fell, and all went black.

Did Magenta self-sacrifice to kill the dark monster the Witherlord left behind?

no unfortunately, they were driven off, however Zealot is gone from the temple (see blog in a few days)

The man glanced up at Lyric. "Please, sir." he pleaded. "Do you know where my son is?"