The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

14 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

"Very well." Asharak pauses. "He is...frozen. Held up. Author delays have stalled his path, though it should continue soon. I hope it does for our sakes. We will need what is to come..." He trails off. "Essentially, he's stuck in a Mindscape not his own."

"Much like I am, with Heir combing the Thread for flashbacks. I do wish to speak with him, once all that has been resolved."

9 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Sanguine does not think. He does not feel. He kills. But this time, as he raises a blade for a killing blow, a force presses down on him. Resisting leaves him in a state of helpless agony, a sensation completely foreign to him. 
You should never have put yourself into the power of an Author, Sanguine, an ethereal voice whispers from the heavens, despite the fact they are in a cave. If you will not feel, he will feel for you, and if you will not show mercy, he will show mercy for you. He will not allow you to destroy this creation, not on his conscience. 
The force relented. Sanguine stumbled forwards. Staring. Then, without a word, he sampled the pool of blood on the floor. Narrator’s blood. He incorporated it into his form, then with a dismissive snort, he vanished, passing through a rift to somewhere else. 
——

in that case…

Iromem stumbles forward. Survivors. Of… what? The destruction was too terrible, the screams of the still living mingling with the horrible cries of withergeists in the distance, and the crackling of black fires in the ruins of what seemed to have been a temple. He had to speak to them. They had to know. 

Kion, who happened to be there, jumped. "Renders!" he cursed, "a Render!"

-

A man lay on the ground, seemingly unconscious. Two other people stood next to him, talking urgently - one of them wore a suit and top hat, and seemed to be made from metal. @NameIess @TwinStorm 

Edited February 24 by DragonHeir
top hat

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

5 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Much like I am, with Heir combing the Thread for flashbacks. I do wish to speak with him, once all that has been resolved."

"Yes, I believe that should be arranged. I will make sure it is done as soon as can be."

[NameIess]

7 hours ago, Aeoryi said:

I thought the witherlord simply ripped apart Magenta

No, he summoned a dark monster with tentacles and stuff that was binding Magenta, but hadn't ripped him apart. I try to avoid killing characters without giving their Author the chance to respond/stop it from happening.

2 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus nodded. "I shall do what I can." Then he split in two, assembling a new copy of him from transient dream matter. The real him went back the way the had come, and returned to reality. 

He immediately - well, almost immediately - tried to teleport himself to Subversion. 

The teleportation was successful. Subversion stood amidst a suitably misty landscape, wearing a plain grey dress.

"You're here about the converter, I assume?"

2 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

Jack rushed to him, trying to catch the man before he fell - though admittedly, Jack wasn't much softer than the ground was. 

Lyric had a rather large bump on his head, but his breathing was steady. In the way of fiction, the concussion that caused his unconsciousness did not prevent him from dreaming.

His father standing on a hill at night, watching shadows cast by pure crystal's light, humming a tune of resonance. Lyric, sitting beside him, a question on his lips.

"Why must we guard these hills?"

His father's music halting, an answer soon in coming.

"We guard these hills, as our ancestors before us, to protect the crystals. In lands far off, cities rise and people gather. The Void sees these of life, and hates them. Where the Luxsprites rule, there is safety. But they do not rule everywhere. Where they cannot be they send these crystals, to guard the cities from the void, to keep them safe from terrors in the night."

His father's eyes hardening, a hand laid upon crystal behind him. A command, abrupt and sharp.

"Go fetch your mother and uncles. They come from east, I think. The way to camp should be clear."

Running through the night, fear twisting in his heart.

His father's voice behind him, singing the Thread's song.

Lyric's eyes snapped open. His head pounded with a fierce headache, and his vision spun. Still, he saw the newcome priest, and old man before them.

"Friend Jack?" He murmured softly. "What happened?"

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

10 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

"Yes, I believe that should be arranged. I will make sure it is done as soon as can be."

"Then let the deal be made. Symbol, safely removed to Onyx's protection, in exchange for a task of my choosing,  which shall not demand your life or hers. Have we an agreement?" The wind seemed eager that its insidious plotting had come to fruition, but perhaps Rebus was projecting. 
He took a shaky breath. Symbol's torment had passed, but it could return. "She is safe, for now, but I said I would do this. I agree." Rebus gently held Symbol's hand, tears in his eyes - though they could be from the cold wind. "Rest. It's alright - Fate will get you to safety." 
-

"Good. Would you like to be around for when I do test the converter? It could potentially produce Mordite for the Witherlord to kill us with, or an explosion similar to the one that let Malevolence claim the Lost Pages - so I am going to do it far from anything else."

1 minute ago, NameIess said:

The teleportation was successful. Subversion stood amidst a suitably misty landscape, wearing a plain grey dress.

"You're here about the converter, I assume?"

Lyric had a rather large bump on his head, but his breathing was steady. In the way of fiction, the concussion that caused his unconsciousness did not prevent him from dreaming.

His father standing on a hill at night, watching shadows cast by pure crystal's light, humming a tune of resonance. Lyric, sitting beside him, a question on his lips.

"Why must we guard these hills?"

His father's music halting, an answer soon in coming.

"We guard these hills, as our ancestors before us, to protect the crystals. In lands far off, cities rise and people gather. The Void sees these of life, and hates them. Where the Luxsprites rule, there is safety. But they do not rule everywhere. Where they cannot be they send these crystals, to guard the cities from the void, to keep them safe from terrors in the night."

His father's eyes hardening, a hand laid upon crystal behind him. A command, abrupt and sharp.

"Go fetch your mother and uncles. They come from east, I think. The way to camp should be clear."

Running through the night, fear twisting in his heart.

His father's voice behind him, singing the Thread's song.

Lyric's eyes snapped open. His head pounded with a fierce headache, and his vision spun. Still, he saw the newcome priest, and old man before them.

"Friend Jack?" He murmured softly. "What happened?"

"Though I would appreciate it, I am here because I need to get to Onyx's Realm." Rebus smiled. "That requires a guide - someone who has been before." If I recall, the Traveler used a map made by someone who had. 

-

"You fell," Jack said. "I don't know why - it was as soon as you walked into the city. This man knows a healer, and could use our help in exchange."

[Aeoryi she/her]

18 minutes ago, NameIess said:

No, he summoned a dark monster with tentacles and stuff that was binding Magenta, but hadn't ripped him apart. I try to avoid killing characters without giving their Author the chance to respond/stop it from happening.

Shadow Magenta sounds sick

I don't know what to do with the Guardians of the Plot. Who should I harass next? Who has a Shardblade?

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

Just now, Aeoryi said:

Shadow Magenta sounds sick

I don't know what to do with the Guardians of the Plot. Who should I harass next? Who has a Shardblade?

Rebus has Moment and isn't quite sure what to do with it. 

Oh, and once I think of a new character, I'm giving them Dramatic Irony. 

[Verdance he/him]

4 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

Shadow Magenta sounds sick

I don't know what to do with the Guardians of the Plot. Who should I harass next? Who has a Shardblade?

Uh Eden has Death Omen. She’s not doing much right now. 

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

1 hour ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus shrugged. "It was before my time - they somehow froze him in place, I believe? That was before the banishing. No matter how it was done, it required powerful Ordered Light entities nowhere to be found in our current era."

"So... is there any way?"

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

Just now, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

"So... is there any way?"

"There are several ways to potentially defeat him. Would you be willing to help me gather Narrators?" Rebus smiled in a manner that was perfectly normal. 

I'm going to bed, y'all. 

[NameIess]

13 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

"Though I would appreciate it, I am here because I need to get to Onyx's Realm." Rebus smiled. "That requires a guide - someone who has been before." If I recall, the Traveler used a map made by someone who had. 

"Oh."

Subversion and Rebus stood on a hill overlooking the edge of Onyx's realm. That edge was near a mile distant, as Subversion was taking no chance with losing her Narration.

"Travel through there until you find a place full of sand. Then go to sleep. Don't use Narration, and watch out for the destroyer. He wields a piece of Unity last I checked, and may attempt to incorporate you into his hivemind."

Subversion gave Onyx's realm a long look full of reminiscence.

"Good luck." She whispered, and was gone.

26 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

"You fell," Jack said. "I don't know why - it was as soon as you walked into the city. This man knows a healer, and could use our help in exchange."

"Very well, we shall... help him." Murmured Lyric. His recent memories rushed back, and his breathing quickened. 

"Darkness." He muttered. "Darkness beset this place."

Humming a tune of clarity, he sat up slowly, head pounding all the harder. Mostly, he wanted to run away and hide. But the man looked desperate...

And that other one, the priest. Might he hold some secret wisdom for Jack to know?

Lyric remembered hazily what the man had asked. 

"You seek your son?" He queried.

@TwinStorm

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

12 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

"There are several ways to potentially defeat him. Would you be willing to help me gather Narrators?" Rebus smiled in a manner that was perfectly normal. 

I'm going to bed, y'all. 

"I..." Renamed drafted yellow. "Sure. How do I do this?"

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

3 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

Most of Rebus's nanomachines short-circuited. It wasn't too much of a problems - that honor belonged to the robot. 

"Uh oh." Rebus said. And then the whole world turned to light. 

Fog shrieked and vanished once again until the violent reaction subsided.

The whole of the area filled with a dark, choking smoke. It filled the space within their shield as well.

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

8 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

Sanguine does not think. He does not feel. He kills. But this time, as he raises a blade for a killing blow, a force presses down on him. Resisting leaves him in a state of helpless agony, a sensation completely foreign to him. 
You should never have put yourself into the power of an Author, Sanguine, an ethereal voice whispers from the heavens, despite the fact they are in a cave. If you will not feel, he will feel for you, and if you will not show mercy, he will show mercy for you. He will not allow you to destroy this creation, not on his conscience. 
The force relented. Sanguine stumbled forwards. Staring. Then, without a word, he sampled the pool of blood on the floor. Narrator’s blood. He incorporated it into his form, then with a dismissive snort, he vanished, passing through a rift to somewhere else. 
——

in that case…

Iromem stumbles forward. Survivors. Of… what? The destruction was too terrible, the screams of the still living mingling with the horrible cries of withergeists in the distance, and the crackling of black fires in the ruins of what seemed to have been a temple. He had to speak to them. They had to know. 

Or at least tries to. As Sanguine attempts to cut a rift, he finds that he can sense nowhere else outside the cave, as if the cave is indeed the only thing that exists. 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

9 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

Jack nodded, clearly on edge. "Are they around?"

@edgyswordname, would your character notice Jack and co wandering around? Though I suppose a four-person plot might stall out instantly. 

"Are you willing to pay the price?" whispered the wind. Rebus was.

"Not her, and not me. Anything else, I will do it." With those words, Rebus saved his closest friend and doomed the world. 

-

"That is what I intend to learn." Rebus said. "It took one of the last significant pieces of Luxite to craft, as well as Prismite, Mordite, and Nullite - they're bonded together, but I think each point is affiliated with one." 

Rebus shrugged. "It was before my time - they somehow froze him in place, I believe? That was before the banishing. No matter how it was done, it required powerful Ordered Light entities nowhere to be found in our current era."

He nodded, but was distracted by Lyric waking up.

8 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

"Much like I am, with Heir combing the Thread for flashbacks. I do wish to speak with him, once all that has been resolved."

Kion, who happened to be there, jumped. "Renders!" he cursed, "a Render!"

-

A man lay on the ground, seemingly unconscious. Two other people stood next to him, talking urgently - one of them wore a suit and top hat, and seemed to be made from metal. @NameIess @TwinStorm 

The man looked over at him. "Can you help me, sir?"

7 hours ago, NameIess said:

"Oh."

Subversion and Rebus stood on a hill overlooking the edge of Onyx's realm. That edge was near a mile distant, as Subversion was taking no chance with losing her Narration.

"Travel through there until you find a place full of sand. Then go to sleep. Don't use Narration, and watch out for the destroyer. He wields a piece of Unity last I checked, and may attempt to incorporate you into his hivemind."

Subversion gave Onyx's realm a long look full of reminiscence.

"Good luck." She whispered, and was gone.

"Very well, we shall... help him." Murmured Lyric. His recent memories rushed back, and his breathing quickened. 

"Darkness." He muttered. "Darkness beset this place."

Humming a tune of clarity, he sat up slowly, head pounding all the harder. Mostly, he wanted to run away and hide. But the man looked desperate...

And that other one, the priest. Might he hold some secret wisdom for Jack to know?

Lyric remembered hazily what the man had asked. 

"You seek your son?" He queried.

@TwinStorm

He nodded. "Yes sir. He was an acolyte at the temple."

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

8 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

Then let the deal be made. Symbol, safely removed to Onyx's protection, in exchange for a task of my choosing,  which shall not demand your life or hers. Have we an agreement?" The wind seemed eager that its insidious plotting had come to fruition, but perhaps Rebus was projecting. 
He took a shaky breath. Symbol's torment had passed, but it could return. "She is safe, for now, but I said I would do this. I agree." Rebus gently held Symbol's hand, tears in his eyes - though they could be from the cold wind. "Rest. It's alright - Fate will get you to safety." 
-

"Good. Would you like to be around for when I do test the converter? It could potentially produce Mordite for the Witherlord to kill us with, or an explosion similar to the one that let Malevolence claim the Lost Pages - so I am going to do it far from anything else."

"I would very much like to be present, yes." He pats the shifting sword at his side. "This should be able to protect us should we absolutely need it."

[Keke They/he]

11 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus laughed. "'I'm going to test a thing where I kill you' is not something I'd recommend saying to the subject. Regardless, it is nearly impossible for you to do that. You'd need to be a master metaphysicist specializing in Prismite."

-

Rebus cocked his head at his arm. "A sign, I think. Symbolism matters more, when it comes to me." He shrugged. "Anyway, we should get out of here and start trying to get you home."

-

Wither-Rebus jumped into the air, growing extra limbs with Mordite claws to latch onto the ceiling, out of reach for at least a moment. 

-

Rebus handed Kyler a pen, styled in his trademark black and white. "Click this three times if you need me." He said quietly. Then he continued walking. 

-

That was good - unshielded antimatter explosions were a bit of a problem. 

Cyrus raised his eyebrow but was interupted by Kyler, Dax and rebus walking inside. 

His whole demeanor changed when he saw Dax, first shock, guilt, then anger then a calm calculating smile. “Daxtor Wilson. Nice to see you again.”

Dax nodded. “Cyrus vieyk, i would say the same except I dont want to see you. But regardless we need your help.” 

-

she didnt let go and frowned. “I dont like this. How did you get it? Does it hurt?” She stood up and poked it a bit to see his reaction. “Is it supposed to spread?” 

-

gang how do i fight this guy

-

Kyler looked at the pen, then at rebus and tucked it into his jacket. 

-

She stood up in the sheild. “‘Ebus, teach me to fight.” 

[Shatter He/Him]

  

15 minutes ago, Keke said:

Cyrus raised his eyebrow but was interupted by Kyler, Dax and rebus walking inside. 

His whole demeanor changed when he saw Dax, first shock, guilt, then anger then a calm calculating smile. “Daxtor Wilson. Nice to see you again.”

Dax nodded. “Cyrus vieyk, i would say the same except I dont want to see you. But regardless we need your help.” 

-

she didnt let go and frowned. “I dont like this. How did you get it? Does it hurt?” She stood up and poked it a bit to see his reaction. “Is it supposed to spread?” 

-

gang how do i fight this guy

-

Kyler looked at the pen, then at rebus and tucked it into his jacket. 

-

She stood up in the sheild. “‘Ebus, teach me to fight.” 

*shrugs*

Reply to this, for you have not done this yet.

On 2/23/2026 at 12:36 AM, Shatter said:

"Thank the Threads!" Ryna said. "What are we even doing here? I don't think we're particularly safe here."

@Keke

[Keke They/he]

On 2/22/2026 at 10:36 PM, Shatter said:

"Thank the Threads!" Ryna said. "What are we even doing here? I don't think we're particularly safe here."

@Keke

“We were gonna stop the spawning of Witherlord but were to late.”

On 2/22/2026 at 11:55 PM, Through The Living Glass said:

Sorry what weapon does she have again?

She dodged easily.

Fog snapped the Blade up and the lighting arced towards it instead of hitting her. At the same time, she summoned an EMP, which she consequently set off, just to see what would happen to his nanomachines.

Plot blade Fallen Hero.

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

28 minutes ago, Keke said:

gang how do i fight this guy

Suggestion: explosives

[Shatter He/Him]

8 minutes ago, Keke said:

“We were gonna stop the spawning of Witherlord but were to late.”

"So... do we stay back?" Ryna asked. "That sounds dangerous if he's spawned. I must record this, but I'm not really able to defend myself." 

1 minute ago, Ashkaloda said:

Suggestion: explosives

Esplosives do not discriminate, I guess. 

[Verdance he/him]

14 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

Can't find the post - once I do this shall continue. 

-

Rebus smiled, holding up a medallion in the shape of a four-pointed star. "This is Nameless's Essence Converter. It can make us Luxite."

Jack pointed to Lyric, who had just fallen unconscious and dropped to the floor. "I know - I'll help you if you help him."

"They sacrificed themselves to banish the Witherlord."

Rebus laughed. "'I'm going to test a thing where I kill you' is not something I'd recommend saying to the subject. Regardless, it is nearly impossible for you to do that. You'd need to be a master metaphysicist specializing in Prismite."

-

Rebus cocked his head at his arm. "A sign, I think. Symbolism matters more, when it comes to me." He shrugged. "Anyway, we should get out of here and start trying to get you home."

-

Wither-Rebus jumped into the air, growing extra limbs with Mordite claws to latch onto the ceiling, out of reach for at least a moment. 

-

Rebus handed Kyler a pen, styled in his trademark black and white. "Click this three times if you need me." He said quietly. Then he continued walking. 

-

That was good - unshielded antimatter explosions were a bit of a problem. 

Pen. Black and white. Does fancy things. 
waaaaaiittt-

——

Iromem, who the unholy demon known as autocorrect keeps storming mistaking as Iron Man, is very disconcerted and still in quite a bit of mental pain if not physical, approaches the survivors. “Thank Plot, someone’s survived. What happened?” He is unaware of the Witherlord’s rise and has only heard of withergeists in the epic poetry of the ancients. All he knows is his entire world has been destroyed in a heartbeat, and something has rescued him, but even that is hazy. Slipping from his grasp. @TwinStorm@NameIess
——

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Or at least tries to. As Sanguine attempts to cut a rift, he finds that he can sense nowhere else outside the cave, as if the cave is indeed the only thing that exists. 

Night laughs softly, finding herself invigorated at Sanguine’s form running in circles, clearly enraged while Egis’ illusion keeps him occupied. The mind, it seems, is a better prison than a black hole. Her starhawk is bringing Inkwell to keep an eye on the situation, as he seems quite bored.
——

Sanguine can’t stand it. He can’t so much as look at Egis without the Author stepping in, he can’t seem to leave this place, and he can’t even break through Egis’ Narration, exhausted as he is. He lashes out indiscriminately, cutting rift after rift that leads nowhere, incapable of leaving this *screeching* cave- what was that?

——

Inkwell has found himself in the midst of a massive empty city. It is pale grey and featureless wherever he looks, except the tips of some buildings which sparkle silver in the sunlight, and the reflections of the sun off of shimmering glass skyscrapers. The starhawk in his shoulder screeches over the being’s curse and disappears in a shower of stardust. Before him, some gibbering entity appearing to be formed entirely of blood runs in circles, clutching its head with one hand and clawing familiar looking rifts that lead straight back to themselves with the other, tendrils appearing on his skin and lashing out at the air before being absorbed back into his body in his maddened fury. Egis leans against a nondescript building nearby, amused. “Mmm… this is the friend 9/10 was talking about?” Inkwell asks her. 

Edited February 24 by edgyswordname

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

On 2/22/2026 at 1:44 PM, Kansas Stormcursed said:

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

 

@Keke

[Keke They/he]

On 2/22/2026 at 12:44 PM, Kansas Stormcursed said:

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

 

erryin thought about cep, and the danger he was in then grabbed that idea, the idea of him and where he was with aeryn and pulled them and taeidin there.

On 2/22/2026 at 1:56 PM, 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. 

 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

Just now, Keke said:

erryin thought about cep, and the danger he was in then grabbed that idea, the idea of him and where he was with aeryn and pulled them and taeidin there.

 

There was a slight pop, and their stomachs twisted. Then, suddenly, there in front of them was Cep, sitting on the ground, tied up with his head bowed.

[NameIess]

5 hours ago, TwinStorm said:

He nodded. "Yes sir. He was an acolyte at the temple."

Lyric looked around at the destruction. "...I fear his odds of survival are slim. The fiends of the void do not often leave survivors."

3 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

Iromem, who the unholy demon known as autocorrect keeps storming mistaking as Iron Man, is very disconcerted and still in quite a bit of mental pain if not physical, approaches the survivors. “Thank Plot, someone’s survived. What happened?” He is unaware of the Witherlord’s rise and has only heard of withergeists in the epic poetry of the ancients. All he knows is his entire world has been destroyed in a heartbeat, and something has rescued him, but even that is hazy. Slipping from his grasp. @TwinStorm

"Creatures of the void." Murmured Lyric. "I have seen the like before." He looked at Iromem suspiciously. "How was it you survived?"