The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Verdance he/him]

3 minutes ago, ThatOneGuyOverThere said:

Not even sparing the Witherlord a glance, Vlanis asked, "How do you kill Narrators?"

“Permission,” 9/10 quips.

[NameIess]

18 minutes ago, ThatOneGuyOverThere said:

Not even sparing the Witherlord a glance, Vlanis asked, "How do you kill Narrators?"

"An excellent question!" Glyer exclaimed. "Yes, we will talk about that in extensive detail at a later date, but I can give you all the short answer now." He reached into his cloak, and pulled out a sheathed dagger. With utmost care he removed the sheath, revealing a blade of purest black. "Mordite. Weapons made from this material can kill anything. In fact, we're going to have a workshop on the many ways Mordite has been put into practice to kill Narrators, gods, and even the Witherlord himself tomorrow, so if you're interested, make sure not to miss out."

[IAmThatOneGuy He/Him]

9 hours ago, NameIess said:

"An excellent question!" Glyer exclaimed. "Yes, we will talk about that in extensive detail at a later date, but I can give you all the short answer now." He reached into his cloak, and pulled out a sheathed dagger. With utmost care he removed the sheath, revealing a blade of purest black. "Mordite. Weapons made from this material can kill anything. In fact, we're going to have a workshop on the many ways Mordite has been put into practice to kill Narrators, gods, and even the Witherlord himself tomorrow, so if you're interested, make sure not to miss out."

Vlanis stared at the dagger in fascination and awe,  his face betraying a glimmer of hope and something like... relief. He slowly sat back down.

[Verdance he/him]

9/10 blinks at the mention of… mordite, killing the Witherlord. The idea is so incongruous to him that he almost lets the projection fizzle out of existence. Then he considers that maybe Glyer is lying. Whatever. There’s still probably a little truth to be gleaned from here. Maybe.

[Through The Living Grub He/Him]

12 hours ago, NameIess said:

"An excellent question!" Glyer exclaimed. "Yes, we will talk about that in extensive detail at a later date, but I can give you all the short answer now." He reached into his cloak, and pulled out a sheathed dagger. With utmost care he removed the sheath, revealing a blade of purest black. "Mordite. Weapons made from this material can kill anything. In fact, we're going to have a workshop on the many ways Mordite has been put into practice to kill Narrators, gods, and even the Witherlord himself tomorrow, so if you're interested, make sure not to miss out."

Skylight perked up in the crowd. He was skeptical of this guy having a Plotblade, but he would settle for Mordite if the other didn't exist.

Maybe this seminar wouldn't end in more than knowledge...

Is there a canon way a Plotblade is stolen, or just whatever doesn't break anything goes.

[Through The Living Star She/Her]

13 hours ago, NameIess said:

"An excellent question!" Glyer exclaimed. "Yes, we will talk about that in extensive detail at a later date, but I can give you all the short answer now." He reached into his cloak, and pulled out a sheathed dagger. With utmost care he removed the sheath, revealing a blade of purest black. "Mordite. Weapons made from this material can kill anything. In fact, we're going to have a workshop on the many ways Mordite has been put into practice to kill Narrators, gods, and even the Witherlord himself tomorrow, so if you're interested, make sure not to miss out."

Ennalee jumped as Glyer removed the dagger from a sheath, the blade an unnatural black. 

Staring at that blade, everything seemed to slow down, everything else becoming a dull fuzz as she watched it. 

In the back of her mind, she recognized that the man had sat down, his question answered. But it didn't matter. That blade was the only thing that did in that moment. 

Reaching her hand to her side, she grasped the hilt of her sword and began to unsheath it, just in case. 

Wait. Her sword? 

She looked down and found that around her waist hung a sheath, in which lay a pure white sword that definitely hadn't been there the moment before.

The logic followed. You expected there to be a sword there, so there was. The voice sounded triumphant. 

Pressing her hands to her head, Ennalee collapsed to her knees, letting out a wavering cry. All around her, the air began to warp as she started to panic. 

Edited March 26 by Through The Living Star

[Verdance he/him]

1 hour ago, Through The Living Grub said:

Skylight perked up in the crowd. He was skeptical of this guy having a Plotblade, but he would settle for Mordite if the other didn't exist.

Maybe this seminar wouldn't end in more than knowledge...

Is there a canon way a Plotblade is stolen, or just whatever doesn't break anything goes.

So major events affecting others like killing someone else’s characters or stealing their stuff usually requires mutual Authorial consent

you should probably find out what kind of Plotblade that is before you try and steal it, as well as who Glyer really is (cause idk but I think that’s an alias)

if you want a Plotblade, I recommend you make a quest for a new one. Or I have a very special Plotblade I’m looking to give away, but we’ll see how this scene goes first.

[IAmThatOneGuy He/Him]

44 minutes ago, Through The Living Star said:

Ennalee jumped as Glyer removed the dagger from a sheath, the blade an unnatural black. 

Staring at that blade, everything seemed to slow down, everything else becoming a dull fuzz as she watched it. 

In the back of her mind, she recognized that the man had sat down, his question answered. But it didn't matter. That blade was the only thing that did in that moment. 

Reaching her hand to her side, she grasped the hilt of her sword and began to unsheath it, just in case. 

Wait. Her sword? 

She looked down and found that around her waist hung a sheath, in which lay a pure white sword that definitely hadn't been there the moment before.

The logic followed. You expected there to be a sword there, so there was. The voice sounded triumphant. 

Pressing her hands to her head, Ennalee collapsed to her knees, letting out a wavering cry. All around her, the air began to warp as she started to panic. 

Vlanis snapped back to his usual calm expression and looked around for the source of the outcries, as was the majority of the crowd.

[Through The Living Grub He/Him]

1 hour ago, Through The Living Star said:

Ennalee jumped as Glyer removed the dagger from a sheath, the blade an unnatural black. 

Staring at that blade, everything seemed to slow down, everything else becoming a dull fuzz as she watched it. 

In the back of her mind, she recognized that the man had sat down, his question answered. But it didn't matter. That blade was the only thing that did in that moment. 

Reaching her hand to her side, she grasped the hilt of her sword and began to unsheath it, just in case. 

Wait. Her sword? 

She looked down and found that around her waist hung a sheath, in which lay a pure white sword that definitely hadn't been there the moment before.

The logic followed. You expected there to be a sword there, so there was. The voice sounded triumphant. 

Pressing her hands to her head, Ennalee collapsed to her knees, letting out a wavering cry. All around her, the air began to warp as she started to panic. 

Skylight sees Ennalee collapse and starts to slowly back away. He wasn't that great with people, and this was outside his realm of expertise anyway.

14 hours ago, NameIess said:

"An excellent question!" Glyer exclaimed. "Yes, we will talk about that in extensive detail at a later date, but I can give you all the short answer now." He reached into his cloak, and pulled out a sheathed dagger. With utmost care he removed the sheath, revealing a blade of purest black. "Mordite. Weapons made from this material can kill anything. In fact, we're going to have a workshop on the many ways Mordite has been put into practice to kill Narrators, gods, and even the Witherlord himself tomorrow, so if you're interested, make sure not to miss out."

Skylight approaches Glyer, hoping to glean some information from him.

"Sweet knife you got there," he says in what he hopes is a disarming way, "how did you get it. Seems like something valuable.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

On 3/18/2026 at 3:59 PM, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Cep nodded. "Very well. I shall help you." He paused, then said, much quieter, "...I'm sorry."

 

...damn

I really need to do a better job of keeping track of events in here

Rebus gave a small, grateful nod. "May I bond your core to what I have thus far?"

On 3/18/2026 at 4:05 PM, Through the living keigs said:

"I would but im kinda bound to this place." He grumbled rolling his eyes.

-

"Thars good cause we need alot of help." she said hearing the screetches from below. 

-

jack and leinord followed behind. 

Rebus slowly raised an eyebrow. "Are you perhaps being blackmailed?" 

-

The Conversion Medallion snapped into being, chain wrapped around Rebus's hand. He chuckled, face absolutely devoid of mercy. And then the top deck was within the ship, reality paying absolutely no heed to the contradiction. 

@xinoehp512: that is of course Narration, and would leave them more-or-less in the midst of the withergeists - though any within ten feet or so would be where they were before, and need to leave and come back to encounter them. 

-

The path of destruction left the ceiling, more shattered space forming a passage out into a hallway. Scorch marks still smoldering with darkness led the way to the left, while an out-of-breath man in a lab coat cowered in the other direction.  

On 3/18/2026 at 4:14 PM, Through The Living Grass said:

He appeared first to an unnamed Enuller, handing him a paper bag with a note attached as a sign of goodwill and freeing up the rest of his authority, then immediately returned to Rebus. “Well, that went fairly well. I may not have won, per se, but I did outmaneuver our mutual enemy, slightly,” he said, exaggerating what was really a dumpster fire of a plan. He dug into a pocket, retrieving the only prismite core he had managed to snag from the vault before leaving, and handed it to the former antagonist with a nod. “It will be good to work with you,” he stated, before disappearing to deal with his growing sense of insufficiency.

With a flick of his wrist, Rebus's hand was empty - the core safe and ready for its conversion. Former Antagonist... Rebus thought, smiling at where 9/10 had been. 

On 3/18/2026 at 4:42 PM, Through The Living KSauce said:

"Callbacks?"

"References to earlier points in the narrative of reality." Rebus waved a hand, indicating the Thread around him. "But that's not especially important at the moment - even now, the Witherlord is preparing to attack."

On 3/18/2026 at 11:38 PM, NameIess said:

Lyric rummaged through his bag and pulled the journal free. He opened it to the first page and began reading.

"I suppose I have met you." He said. "How odd."

Jack nodded - it was odd, as he thought about it. There was plenty of woods, and only sheer luck had led to him finding Lyric. "Do you remember anything not in the journal?" 

On 3/19/2026 at 6:38 PM, xinoehp512 said:

"I can imagine almost anything," said Onyx. "I assume you have a specific alternate reality in mind? Attempting to use Lore without strict guidelines is... not advisable."

"There's an index of worlds, actually. Eventually, I'll find the one my 'daughter' came from," Rebus's smile - inexplicable infused with passion and pride - began to shift towards slyness. "The easiest way to do that is to find a parallel universe where I already succeeded." 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

27 minutes ago, Through the Living Heir said:

Rebus gave a small, grateful nod. "May I bond your core to what I have thus far?"

"What would that entail?" Cep asked cautiously.

[Verdance he/him]

9 hours ago, Through The Living Grub said:

Skylight sees Ennalee collapse and starts to slowly back away. He wasn't that great with people, and this was outside his realm of expertise anyway.

Skylight approaches Glyer, hoping to glean some information from him.

"Sweet knife you got there," he says in what he hopes is a disarming way, "how did you get it. Seems like something valuable.

“If you need mordite, I can procure you some,” 9/10’s voice whispers in Skylight’s ear. If he looks over his shoulder, Skylight will see 9/10 leaning casually in the back corner, finishing off his cola. “I won’t even ask for your soul.”

[Through The Living Star She/Her]

9 hours ago, Through The Living Grub said:

Skylight sees Ennalee collapse and starts to slowly back away. He wasn't that great with people, and this was outside his realm of expertise anyway.

Skylight approaches Glyer, hoping to glean some information from him.

"Sweet knife you got there," he says in what he hopes is a disarming way, "how did you get it. Seems like something valuable.

 

10 hours ago, ThatOneGuyOverThere said:

Vlanis snapped back to his usual calm expression and looked around for the source of the outcries, as was the majority of the crowd.

Ennalee struggled, fighting for control. 

Logic... She thought. Logic says that this cannot happen. SO IT CANNOT. 

The warping of the air stopped, though the sword remained. She quickly sheathed it, not wanting to think about how it had come to her. 

Ennalee, her face burning with an all too familiar blush, pulled her hood once over her head- it had fallen off when she had seen the sword. People were watching her, she knew. But she couldn't leave, not yet. 

She sat back down in her seat, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her sword in a subtly threatening manner, challenging them to question her. For the most part, they settled down, though a few still sent her questioning glances, one of whom was the Gun-Man, the one who had started this whole fiasco by asking how to kill Narrators. Even now, the word sent an uncanny chill up her arms. 

She expected the seminar to start up again, but Glyer seemed tied up with a question from one of the people attending the seminar. 

Perhaps, she thought idly, it's  time to talk to 9/10. 

[Shatter He/Him]

You know what? Rust it. I'm sticking Ryna in storage for now. Don't have much time for rp sadly.

The fabric of reality tore open next to Ryna, unfurling like an aurora dragged too close, colours bleeding in ways that did not belong, folding over themselves as the nature of the Thread strained against it; the air warped, the world slipped, and Ryna simply fell with no motion, no resistance, just a sudden, wrong absence as she dropped sideways into the light. Then it snapped shut, leaving reality sealed as if nothing had ever been there.

get yoinked sucker.

[NameIess]

12 hours ago, Through The Living Grub said:

Is there a canon way a Plotblade is stolen, or just whatever doesn't break anything goes.

It can be tricky, since many Plotblades can be dismissed and summoned like Shardblades. Killing the wielder would work in most cases.

People around the room reacted in shock to Ennalee's outburst. Some stood as if to offer help, while others merely edged away warily. Some few reached for weapons, hidden or otherwise. Alone among the crowd, the silent hero apparently ignored her, eyes focused on the door of the venue.

Glyer's eyes narrowed in suspicion at Ennalee, but that expression vanished in a moment, replaced by one of mock concern. "Please," he called out, "could we all settle down? There is no need to panic." He gestured subtly to some of his aides. 

Several aides hurried to Ennalee. "Are you alright?" One asked softly.

9 hours ago, Through The Living Grub said:

Skylight approaches Glyer, hoping to glean some information from him.

"Sweet knife you got there," he says in what he hopes is a disarming way, "how did you get it. Seems like something valuable.

Glyer's expression darkened, and he lowered his microphone, leaning down towards Skylight. "Sir, if you could please return to your seat, I'd like to continue on with the seminar."

He raised the microphone again, speaking to the rest of the room. "If everyone could please return to their seats, let's get things back on track."

@ThatOneGuyOverThere @Through The Living Grass

1 hour ago, Through the Living Heir said:

Jack nodded - it was odd, as he thought about it. There was plenty of woods, and only sheer luck had led to him finding Lyric. "Do you remember anything not in the journal?" 

"Of course," Lyric said. "I remember the forest. And... before the forest."

Edited March 27 by NameIess

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

18 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

"What would that entail?" Cep asked cautiously.

Rebus smiled more broadly, seeming genuinely proud of what he was creating. "A weapon made from Luxite could kill the Witherlord, of course. But the Fundamental Essences are more than simply building materials... Keying the weapon to your core could allow you to tap into magic that hasn't been seen in the Thread for a very long time."

6 minutes ago, NameIess said:

"Of course," Lyric said. "I remember the forest. And... before the forest."

Jack's eyes widened. "You do?"

[Verdance he/him]

10 minutes ago, NameIess said:

It can be tricky, since many Plotblades can be dismissed and summoned like Shardblades. Killing the wielder would work in most cases.

People around the room reacted in shock to Ennalee's outburst. Some stood as if to offer help, while others merely edged away warily. Some few reached for weapons, hidden or otherwise. Alone among the crowd, the silent hero apparently ignored her, eyes focused on the door of the venue.

Glyer's eyes narrowed in suspicion at Ennalee, but that expression vanished in a moment, replaced by one of mock concern. "Please," he called out, "could we all settle down? There is no need to panic." He gestured subtly to some of his aides. 

Several aides hurried to Ennalee. "Are you alright?" One asked softly.

Glyer's expression darkened, and he lowered his microphone, leaning down towards Skylight. "Sir, if you could please return to your seat, I'd like to continue on with the seminar."

He raised the microphone again, speaking to the rest of the room. "If everyone could please return to their seats, let's get things back on track."

@ThatOneGuyOverThere @Through The Living Grass

"Of course," Lyric said. "I remember the forest. And... before the forest."

9/10mmHB#2 does not respect Glyer enough to sit down. He feels irritated by the thought of an expert on slaying gods, as he himself has killed seven god tier entities and an authorial splinter. Nevertheless, he turns his attention back to Glyer,  crushing the empty soda can beneath his boot and tossing it into a large rolling garbage bin nearby while the other attendees getting back to their seats. 
 

[Keke They/he]

1 hour ago, Through the Living Heir said:

Rebus slowly raised an eyebrow. "Are you perhaps being blackmailed?" 

-

The Conversion Medallion snapped into being, chain wrapped around Rebus's hand. He chuckled, face absolutely devoid of mercy. And then the top deck was within the ship, reality paying absolutely no heed to the contradiction. 

@xinoehp512: that is of course Narration, and would leave them more-or-less in the midst of the withergeists - though any within ten feet or so would be where they were before, and need to leave and come back to encounter them. 

-

The path of destruction left the ceiling, more shattered space forming a passage out into a hallway. Scorch marks still smoldering with darkness led the way to the left, while an out-of-breath man in a lab coat cowered in the other direction.  

he frowned. "Sort of. What do you know about it?"

-

Rebyl watched. "Uh father what are yoy doing?" She asked and tried punching a withergeist and failed so she instead flashed a light at it. 

-

Jack crouched next to the man while leinord continued forward. "Are you okay?"

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

3 hours ago, Through the Living Heir said:

"References to earlier points in the narrative of reality." Rebus waved a hand, indicating the Thread around him. "But that's not especially important at the moment - even now, the Witherlord is preparing to attack."

"Ah. What does this attack entail?"

Renamed had began drafting yellow. He reached out to feel the passage of time in another Thread.

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

7 hours ago, Through the Living Heir said:

Rebus smiled more broadly, seeming genuinely proud of what he was creating. "A weapon made from Luxite could kill the Witherlord, of course. But the Fundamental Essences are more than simply building materials... Keying the weapon to your core could allow you to tap into magic that hasn't been seen in the Thread for a very long time."

Jack's eyes widened. "You do?"

Cep grinned slightly. "Very well. I admit I am intrigued. You may."

[Through The Living Grub He/Him]

9 hours ago, Through The Living Grass said:

“If you need mordite, I can procure you some,” 9/10’s voice whispers in Skylight’s ear. If he looks over his shoulder, Skylight will see 9/10 leaning casually in the back corner, finishing off his cola. “I won’t even ask for your soul.”

Skylight turns to see 9/10, then almost jumps out of his skin at the Witherlord lightweaving. I need to pay more attention, he thinks to himself. Maybe I should talk to them. See if they can help.

8 hours ago, NameIess said:

Glyer's expression darkened, and he lowered his microphone, leaning down towards Skylight. "Sir, if you could please return to your seat, I'd like to continue on with the seminar."

He raised the microphone again, speaking to the rest of the room. "If everyone could please return to their seats, let's get things back on track."

Skylight plasters a smile on his face, "Sorry, I'll talk to you later." He sighs to himself as he walks to the back of the room. Let's hope he actually has Mordite. This would be a waste of time if he just wanted money from these people.

Skylight casually leans against the wall next to 9/10. "It was you speaking in my head, wasn't it."

[IAmThatOneGuy He/Him]

9 hours ago, NameIess said:

It can be tricky, since many Plotblades can be dismissed and summoned like Shardblades. Killing the wielder would work in most cases.

People around the room reacted in shock to Ennalee's outburst. Some stood as if to offer help, while others merely edged away warily. Some few reached for weapons, hidden or otherwise. Alone among the crowd, the silent hero apparently ignored her, eyes focused on the door of the venue.

Glyer's eyes narrowed in suspicion at Ennalee, but that expression vanished in a moment, replaced by one of mock concern. "Please," he called out, "could we all settle down? There is no need to panic." He gestured subtly to some of his aides. 

Several aides hurried to Ennalee. "Are you alright?" One asked softly.

Glyer's expression darkened, and he lowered his microphone, leaning down towards Skylight. "Sir, if you could please return to your seat, I'd like to continue on with the seminar."

He raised the microphone again, speaking to the rest of the room. "If everyone could please return to their seats, let's get things back on track."

@ThatOneGuyOverThere @Through The Living Grass

Vlanis ignored the building confusion that was rising within the seminar. 
Finally... He thought. An actual lead.
Of course, he would have to make sure Glyer wasn't a conman. 
Vlanis looked at him, attempting to reestablish order. Almost subconsiously, he checked his gun. It had become a habit.
He would wait. If Glyer really was a god-slayer, it was likely that Vlanis couldn't kill him, even if he attuned to the Vael. Besides, there could be more useful information.
-
The Outlier stopped, panting from exhaustion. He had run all over the city and hadn't found a trace of Vlanis. 
He sighed before a flyer on the ground attracted his attention. He picked it up. 
God slaying 101? He thought. This place was weird. 
Wait. God slaying? 
Outlier stuffed the paper into his pocket. He had a lead.
 

Edited March 27 by ThatOneGuyOverThere

[Verdance he/him]

39 minutes ago, Through The Living Grub said:

Skylight turns to see 9/10, then almost jumps out of his skin at the Witherlord lightweaving. I need to pay more attention, he thinks to himself. Maybe I should talk to them. See if they can help.

Skylight plasters a smile on his face, "Sorry, I'll talk to you later." He sighs to himself as he walks to the back of the room. Let's hope he actually has Mordite. This would be a waste of time if he just wanted money from these people.

Skylight casually leans against the wall next to 9/10. "It was you speaking in my head, wasn't it."

“Do you want me to get technical or be blunt,” 9/10 replied. “Look, don’t try and antagonize the Plotblade holder. A mordite weapon or some equivalent is strong, yes. But a Plotblade? Those weapons are inherently dangerous. You could leave this place maimed or dead, with so little plot armor.”

[Through The Living Grub He/Him]

5 minutes ago, Through The Living Grass said:

“Do you want me to get technical or be blunt,” 9/10 replied. “Look, don’t try and antagonize the Plotblade holder. A mordite weapon or some equivalent is strong, yes. But a Plotblade? Those weapons are inherently dangerous. You could leave this place maimed or dead, with so little plot armor.”

"I didn't even try to antagonize him!" Skies aflame, this is why he didn't like people. They just took friendly greetings and reacted irrationally.

Skylight calmed himself. This person seemed to want to help. "Thanks for the tip, got any other nuggets of wisdom. Such as what his Plotblade might even let him do?"

[Verdance he/him]

1 hour ago, Through The Living Grub said:

"I didn't even try to antagonize him!" Skies aflame, this is why he didn't like people. They just took friendly greetings and reacted irrationally.

Skylight calmed himself. This person seemed to want to help. "Thanks for the tip, got any other nuggets of wisdom. Such as what his Plotblade might even let him do?"

“I didn’t say you tried to. But I can tell you might be about to. As for that Plotblade, I have no idea. It’s one of the reasons I’m still here. Just- don’t do anything crazy. I’m not sure I’m equipped for a fight,” 9/10 admitted.