IAmThatOneGuy He/Him Posted April 2 Posted April 2 2 hours ago, NameIess said: The Witherlord tilted his head. "Good? I seek not good. I am Evil, and seek evil continually. I have done so from the beginning of time, and will do so until time and all things have been brought to destruction." The Witherlord turned, seeing a small town before him. Its inhabitants seemed to be living peaceful lives, doing their best to eke out a comfortable existence in the grassy green hills of their world. "Come." The Witherlord said. "I will show you the first step in my destruction of Heaven." "I bear no responsibility for their deaths!" Glyer retreated before Skylight's attack, making no attempt to parry his blades. "I may have conned the Witherlord, but he is the one who sent the Wizard to kill me, and the Wizard is he who decided to kill everyone here. I am not responsible for the actions of those who are evil!" He stumbled on a fallen corpse, falling onto his back, sword clattering out of his hands and across the stage. The silent one ran up to Enna, dodging a blast from the dragon as he grabbed her arm. He gestured to himself, then to the others in the room, then pointed out the broken wall, indicating that they should be brought elsewhere. Those remaining adventurers were reduced to cowering behind piled chairs and tables, hiding from the Witherbound dragon's wrath. The dragon bellowed, turning and sweeping at Enna with its great barbed tail. The Void isn't a layer of reality, I would say. And space, generally speaking, is formed from the fundamental essences. Regular TLT is composed of Chaotic Light, with the foundations of reality composed of Ordered Light. A woman stepped up beside Matias. She grabbed his shoulder, pulling him away. "Come on." She muttered, sparing a glance for the dragon. "Let's get out of here. There's nothing more to be done." Jim the Enuller Stand-in felt the cough coming on with horror, still trying to hide as he was. Fortunately, he was quick of wit enough to touch one of the Nullite spheres, Silencing his coughs before they gave him away. Inkwell's blade clashed with the dragon's darkened scales and was deflected harmlessly. Those scales, it seemed, where growing to become Mordite themselves as the dragon's transformation continued. The Witherbound dragon, for its part, looked down at Inkwell with empty sockets, clearly confused that he was attacking it. With a shake of its massive head, it turned back to consuming or destroying the remainder of the living within the room. The rift opened to a scene of utter terror. Withergeists ran rampant through the streets of the city, swarmed over buildings, seeking any who still lived. The stars in the night sky were extinguished, or perhaps simply blocked out. The seminar, it seemed, had not been the only target of the Witherlord's ire this night. The Outlier stared solemnly at the destruction. At his side, a strange vine rapidly grew, keeping up with him. He assumed it was some sort of nature spirit, though he could be wrong. "How can we stop this?" He quietly asked. "How could anyone?" His eyes focused. "I have to help. Somehow."
NameIess Posted April 2 Posted April 2 5 hours ago, Through The Living Grub said: "We all see that for the excuse it is." Skylight steps over the corpses and places the tip of his dagger over Glyer's heart. "You refused to think of what would happen when you con a demon, and blame others for your neglect." Skylight rammed the dagger down. "Thanks for the seminar. It has been... profitable." Glyer gasped dramatically as the dagger went in, coughing blood onto Skylight's hand. "You... don't... know... what you've done." He rasped. "I... could have... stopped this..." He reached convulsively for his sword, then his arm fell still. His eyes staring upwards, Glyer stopped breathing. Across the stage, Glyer's sword seemed to shine with anticipation. 5 hours ago, Through the Living Sherma said: He grimaced. He was afraid something like this would happen. ”Perhaps you can challenge me,” Afterimage taunted. There was a high likelihood that it was the Witherlord that was staring down at him. “Perhaps you can beat me, even.” A grin. ”I would like to see that.” The creature in the sky's response was simple: an unthinkably large spear of dark Dynessence fell from the sky towards Afterimage's general location. This was rather hard to detect, as the sky was already pitch black, but suffice it to say that the sun would have been 4 hours ago, ThatOneGuyOverThere said: The Outlier stared solemnly at the destruction. At his side, a strange vine rapidly grew, keeping up with him. He assumed it was some sort of nature spirit, though he could be wrong. "How can we stop this?" He quietly asked. "How could anyone?" His eyes focused. "I have to help. Somehow." "You can't stop the invasion." the woman behind him said. She had long brown hair and bore no weapon saved for a dagger sheathed at her side. "Not unless you can fight tens of thousands of withergeists, Witherbound who actually know how to use their powers, and... whatever that is in the sky." The Witherbound dragon roared nearby, disappointed to realize that most of the living in the room had vanished. The woman held out a hand to the Outlier. "Come on. I'll get you out of here, you've done all you reasonably could." 1
Through The Living Grub He/Him Posted April 2 Posted April 2 4 hours ago, NameIess said: Glyer gasped dramatically as the dagger went in, coughing blood onto Skylight's hand. "You... don't... know... what you've done." He rasped. "I... could have... stopped this..." He reached convulsively for his sword, then his arm fell still. His eyes staring upwards, Glyer stopped breathing. Across the stage, Glyer's sword seemed to shine with anticipation. "Then I thank you for the method that I shall use to clean up your mess." Skylight marches across the stage to the glowing Blade. "Thanks for getting me this far." Don't mention it, the voice in Skylight said. Can I take control again. "When I say." Skylight had lived in subservient to that voice for too long. "And only when I say." Skylight picked up the sword and Bonded it. @NameIess Thanks for the Blade! What's its name?
IAmThatOneGuy He/Him Posted April 2 Posted April 2 (edited) 6 hours ago, NameIess said: Glyer gasped dramatically as the dagger went in, coughing blood onto Skylight's hand. "You... don't... know... what you've done." He rasped. "I... could have... stopped this..." He reached convulsively for his sword, then his arm fell still. His eyes staring upwards, Glyer stopped breathing. Across the stage, Glyer's sword seemed to shine with anticipation. The creature in the sky's response was simple: an unthinkably large spear of dark Dynessence fell from the sky towards Afterimage's general location. This was rather hard to detect, as the sky was already pitch black, but suffice it to say that the sun would have been "You can't stop the invasion." the woman behind him said. She had long brown hair and bore no weapon saved for a dagger sheathed at her side. "Not unless you can fight tens of thousands of withergeists, Witherbound who actually know how to use their powers, and... whatever that is in the sky." The Witherbound dragon roared nearby, disappointed to realize that most of the living in the room had vanished. The woman held out a hand to the Outlier. "Come on. I'll get you out of here, you've done all you reasonably could." The Outlier began wrapping up his chain. "Reasonable," he murmured, "Was never enough." Perhaps he couldn't fight. He could still help those in need. He turned to the woman. "If you run, I won't blame you. But I will stay, and help people escape." Edited April 2 by ThatOneGuyOverThere
Keke They/he Posted April 2 Posted April 2 (edited) On 4/1/2026 at 6:17 PM, NameIess said: The Witherlord tilted his head. "Good? I seek not good. I am Evil, and seek evil continually. I have done so from the beginning of time, and will do so until time and all things have been brought to destruction." The Witherlord turned, seeing a small town before him. Its inhabitants seemed to be living peaceful lives, doing their best to eke out a comfortable existence in the grassy green hills of their world. "Come." The Witherlord said. "I will show you the first step in my destruction of Heaven." cade smirked as if knowing something witherlord didnt. "i know how you would. ravange and pillage yes? kill everyone because heaven is the peak of goodness." he mused. "i mean theres good for you to come from keeping heaven. so in a normal case its alot of bad that comes from keeping it." @NameIess Edited April 6 by Through the living keigs
Through the Living Shadow he/him Posted April 2 Posted April 2 8 hours ago, NameIess said: Glyer gasped dramatically as the dagger went in, coughing blood onto Skylight's hand. "You... don't... know... what you've done." He rasped. "I... could have... stopped this..." He reached convulsively for his sword, then his arm fell still. His eyes staring upwards, Glyer stopped breathing. Across the stage, Glyer's sword seemed to shine with anticipation. The creature in the sky's response was simple: an unthinkably large spear of dark Dynessence fell from the sky towards Afterimage's general location. This was rather hard to detect, as the sky was already pitch black, but suffice it to say that the sun would have been "You can't stop the invasion." the woman behind him said. She had long brown hair and bore no weapon saved for a dagger sheathed at her side. "Not unless you can fight tens of thousands of withergeists, Witherbound who actually know how to use their powers, and... whatever that is in the sky." The Witherbound dragon roared nearby, disappointed to realize that most of the living in the room had vanished. The woman held out a hand to the Outlier. "Come on. I'll get you out of here, you've done all you reasonably could." A voice warned Afterimage, but he was unable to determine the source. So he dispersed, fleeing in the blink of an eye. "I'm sorry." A figure, disfigured, stood where Afterimage once was. "But I can't have you kill him. I hope you understand. Him, and his specific attributes..." The figure, disfigured, smirked slightly. "Will be very useful to me, in the coming days." The figure, disfigured, disappeared, and Afterimage sent out a web of exploratory particles, letting him sense his surroundings with some modicum of success. He returned, successfully evading the impact once arrived.
Through The Living Star She/Her Posted April 2 Posted April 2 16 hours ago, NameIess said: The Witherlord tilted his head. "Good? I seek not good. I am Evil, and seek evil continually. I have done so from the beginning of time, and will do so until time and all things have been brought to destruction." The Witherlord turned, seeing a small town before him. Its inhabitants seemed to be living peaceful lives, doing their best to eke out a comfortable existence in the grassy green hills of their world. "Come." The Witherlord said. "I will show you the first step in my destruction of Heaven." "I bear no responsibility for their deaths!" Glyer retreated before Skylight's attack, making no attempt to parry his blades. "I may have conned the Witherlord, but he is the one who sent the Wizard to kill me, and the Wizard is he who decided to kill everyone here. I am not responsible for the actions of those who are evil!" He stumbled on a fallen corpse, falling onto his back, sword clattering out of his hands and across the stage. The silent one ran up to Enna, dodging a blast from the dragon as he grabbed her arm. He gestured to himself, then to the others in the room, then pointed out the broken wall, indicating that they should be brought elsewhere. Those remaining adventurers were reduced to cowering behind piled chairs and tables, hiding from the Witherbound dragon's wrath. The dragon bellowed, turning and sweeping at Enna with its great barbed tail. The Void isn't a layer of reality, I would say. And space, generally speaking, is formed from the fundamental essences. Regular TLT is composed of Chaotic Light, with the foundations of reality composed of Ordered Light. A woman stepped up beside Matias. She grabbed his shoulder, pulling him away. "Come on." She muttered, sparing a glance for the dragon. "Let's get out of here. There's nothing more to be done." Jim the Enuller Stand-in felt the cough coming on with horror, still trying to hide as he was. Fortunately, he was quick of wit enough to touch one of the Nullite spheres, Silencing his coughs before they gave him away. Inkwell's blade clashed with the dragon's darkened scales and was deflected harmlessly. Those scales, it seemed, where growing to become Mordite themselves as the dragon's transformation continued. The Witherbound dragon, for its part, looked down at Inkwell with empty sockets, clearly confused that he was attacking it. With a shake of its massive head, it turned back to consuming or destroying the remainder of the living within the room. The rift opened to a scene of utter terror. Withergeists ran rampant through the streets of the city, swarmed over buildings, seeking any who still lived. The stars in the night sky were extinguished, or perhaps simply blocked out. The seminar, it seemed, had not been the only target of the Witherlord's ire this night. Enna nodded to the silent hero, dodging the dragon as it struck at her. Most of the adventurers had left already, leaving her and only a few others, including Skylight, who stood triumphantly over Glyer's corpse, Glyer's blade in hand. Feeling Ennalee's uncertainty, Enna silently told her of the silent hero. Ennalee Sent back her agreement, and dashed over. Her formerly pristine white blade was edged in something black- blood of the withergeists, perhaps?- and her sheath thudded dully against her side. A faint trickle of blood from a cut over her eye dripped down, giving her a more haggard look. "What's going on?" Ennalee asked, grabbing Enna's hand. In a flash, Enna dissolved into light, disappearing. ----- Ennalee gaped at the place where Enna once had been. "What?!" she cried. An awareness blossomed in her mind, a piece that had been missing. Enna's memories were suddenly hers, and she could remember all that Enna had been through with a shocking clarity. "I..." she whispered, confused. "Never mind." She turned to the silent hero, who once again gestured towards the broken down wall. She nodded, and let him lead her out, still confused at what had happened. Also, @Through the Living Sherma, I just saw your member title, and 你能说中文吗? If that makes no sense to you please ignore.
Verdance he/him Posted April 2 Posted April 2 Eden approached the city. The starhawk seemed reluctant to allow her to enter, due to, well, the withergeists, witherbound, and clouds of black smoke blocking out the stars. Too bad. There was a Plotblade somewhere inside, no, two, and she would have them both. She unconsciously checked her neck, Premonition laying there like a necklace, then made her way into the outskirts of the city, avoiding witherbound and following the sense towards the Plotblades. Premonition can of course, trigger a premonition, or also give information about the whereabouts of other Plotblades. It’s one of the weaker blades, more utility than direct offense.
IAmThatOneGuy He/Him Posted April 2 Posted April 2 "Matias!" The little vine-spirit spoke. "Over there!" The Outlier turned, too focused to wonder how the spirit knew his name. His eyes settled on a young girl backed up against a car, surrounded by snarling withergeists. He sprinted toward them. "Hey!" he shouted, drawing away their attention while unfurling his chain with a sharp snap. The withergeists turned towards him. The Outlier swung the chain in a wide arc, metal sparking against the ground. The withergeists recoiled, hissing and backing away from the girl long enough for her to run up to him. "Stay behind me," he said steadily.
Through the Living Shadow he/him Posted April 2 Posted April 2 2 hours ago, Through The Living Star said: Enna nodded to the silent hero, dodging the dragon as it struck at her. Most of the adventurers had left already, leaving her and only a few others, including Skylight, who stood triumphantly over Glyer's corpse, Glyer's blade in hand. Feeling Ennalee's uncertainty, Enna silently told her of the silent hero. Ennalee Sent back her agreement, and dashed over. Her formerly pristine white blade was edged in something black- blood of the withergeists, perhaps?- and her sheath thudded dully against her side. A faint trickle of blood from a cut over her eye dripped down, giving her a more haggard look. "What's going on?" Ennalee asked, grabbing Enna's hand. In a flash, Enna dissolved into light, disappearing. ----- Ennalee gaped at the place where Enna once had been. "What?!" she cried. An awareness blossomed in her mind, a piece that had been missing. Enna's memories were suddenly hers, and she could remember all that Enna had been through with a shocking clarity. "I..." she whispered, confused. "Never mind." She turned to the silent hero, who once again gestured towards the broken down wall. She nodded, and let him lead her out, still confused at what had happened. Also, @Through the Living Sherma, I just saw your member title, and 你能说中文吗? If that makes no sense to you please ignore. I’m not fluent duolingo im learning it for a novel I’m writing set in a Chinese adjacent nation i can piece that together, but I’m not as good with the hanzi (it says something like “do you speak Chinese”, I believe. I know the first and last three characters, but the two between 你 and 中 are ones I’m not sure about. I’ve seen one of them.）
Through The Living Star She/Her Posted April 2 Posted April 2 1 minute ago, Through the Living Sherma said: I’m not fluent duolingo im learning it for a novel I’m writing set in a Chinese adjacent nation i can piece that together, but I’m not as good with the hanzi (it says something like “do you speak Chinese”, I believe. I know the first and last three characters, but the two between 你 and 中 are ones I’m not sure about. I’ve seen one of them.） Yes, duolingo, giver of all language knowledge. That's really cool! If you ever want to share it, I am always up to read something new. Yep! Those two characters are 能neng and 说shuo which mean can and speak. I know Chinese, and I grow way too happy when I can converse with people, but I've been learning it for like forever, so that you can piece that together anyway is super impressive. 1
Through the Living Shadow he/him Posted April 2 Posted April 2 (edited) 15 minutes ago, Through The Living Star said: Yes, duolingo, giver of all language knowledge. That's really cool! If you ever want to share it, I am always up to read something new. Yep! Those two characters are 能neng and 说shuo which mean can and speak. I know Chinese, and I grow way too happy when I can converse with people, but I've been learning it for like forever, so that you can piece that together anyway is super impressive. I’ve currently got ~100 day streak on Duolingo It’s cool I can share it with you hang on ill put you in the pm haven’t worked on it in a while (I didn’t like where it was going, wanna do a rewrite) Edited April 2 by Through the Living Sherma
Keke They/he Posted April 2 Posted April 2 Salt appeared next to a new apperation of rebus. “Heya! Okay so you got to talk to utility so this means your stuck with me more until i get another task!” She says cheerfully smiling at rebus. @Through the Living Heir
Through The Living Star She/Her Posted April 2 Posted April 2 35 minutes ago, Through the Living Sherma said: I’ve currently got ~100 day streak on Duolingo It’s cool I can share it with you hang on ill put you in the pm haven’t worked on it in a while (I didn’t like where it was going, wanna do a rewrite) That's really cool! (lol I just looked at my Duolingo streak and realized I'm up to 608. Thank goodness for streak freezes) YAY WRITING! I see the PM! Thank you! 1
Through the Living Heir he/him Posted April 2 Posted April 2 On 3/27/2026 at 12:29 AM, Through the living keigs said: 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?" Rebus smiled. “I spoke to someone else in the same situation. Cyrus was threatening his family. But Cyrus left, and as soon as I get out of the Nullite I can take us away from him.” - “Don’t touch them,” Rebus warned. Then he swept the medallion through the withergeist, and its substance imploded into little wisps of shimmering colors. - “I am?” He took a deep breath. “I am. Yes.” He glanced nervously at the path of destruction down the hall. “I’ll be alright; you should go catch Amoebus.” On 3/27/2026 at 2:28 AM, Through The Living KSauce said: "Ah. What does this attack entail?" Renamed had began drafting yellow. He reached out to feel the passage of time in another Thread. “There’s a planet under attack as we speak, but the Witherlord is trying to invade some version of the afterlife.” On 3/27/2026 at 7:38 AM, Kansas Stormcursed said: Cep grinned slightly. "Very well. I admit I am intrigued. You may." Rebus smiled, and the world… shifted. It became almost like the Mindscape - simultaneously malleable and pure, a representation of the world and yet somehow realer than it. Rebus was at the epicenter, a nexus of schemes, power, pain, and hope. He was simply a name, and the thoughts that went with it - an abstract representation of himself. He smiled - and that was his essence, genuine pride intermingled with an ever-present mask - and brought the weapon to himself. Power, sacrifice, magic - chaos, order, and dark aligned as they should be, but most of all light. The medallion around Rebus’s neck - still Nameless’s, even now - mirrored it. The blade - which it was, or at least could be - was nearly as the Conversion Medallion was; each axis, bound together in a form that could master them all. Chaotic Darkness was missing - Prismite and Nullite flowed only into Luxite, would be twined around what would become a hilt. Rebus spoke, though the words didn’t need to travel through air to be heard. “Luxite dominates, and needs to, but there are two gaps within the form. The first, you will fill - your core will bring symmetry, and in turn the weapon will give you power. The second will be filled by the power of the Witherlord himself. If you would be corrupted, the weapon will take that dark power and be strengthened - for a time.” Rebus paused, silence stretching an indeterminate length under the influence of whatever power he was using, and smiled once more. “What do you think?” On 3/31/2026 at 7:31 PM, NameIess said: Lyric frowned. “Yes. How could I forget?” His eyes grew distant. “It seems so long ago now. Though surely, it cannot have not been more than… ten years, perhaps? I… wonder how my family is doing. How they reacted to…” He seemed to realize where he was abruptly, blinking rapidly. “Er, how much… did I tell you about my past?” If Jack had not been made from metal, he might have blushed. He definitely did some stammering. “Not much. I’m not sure you remembered. You don’t have to tell me. You should probably write it down.” - Brought into existence by a flicker of Narration, a speck appeared. It orbited the planet, outside the shroud of darkness, and broadcast its coordinates back to its creator. Just now, Through the living keigs said: Salt appeared next to a new apperation of rebus. “Heya! Okay so you got to talk to utility so this means your stuck with me more until i get another task!” She says cheerfully smiling at rebus. @Through the Living Heir Rebus smiled at Salt, though it wasn’t much more than polite. “I suppose that is true. Would you allow me to think?”
Keke They/he Posted April 2 Posted April 2 1 minute ago, Through the Living Heir said: Rebus smiled. “I spoke to someone else in the same situation. Cyrus was threatening his family. But Cyrus left, and as soon as I get out of the Nullite I can take us away from him.” - “Don’t touch them,” Rebus warned. Then he swept the medallion through the withergeist, and its substance imploded into little wisps of shimmering colors. - “I am?” He took a deep breath. “I am. Yes.” He glanced nervously at the path of destruction down the hall. “I’ll be alright; you should go catch Amoebus.” he nodded. "It was likely my brother..." he said slightly confused but playing along. "I can show you out of here?" - She blinked. "What is that?" She yelped and flashed her light at more withergeist. - he nodded and went to leave then paused. "How do you know his name?" meanwhile leinerd was catching up to Ameobus. 1 minute ago, Through the Living Heir said: Rebus smiled at Salt, though it wasn’t much more than polite. “I suppose that is true. Would you allow me to think?” "sure" she said snd waited like half a second. "How are you doing?"
Through the Living Heir he/him Posted April 2 Posted April 2 7 minutes ago, Through the living keigs said: he nodded. "It was likely my brother..." he said slightly confused but playing along. "I can show you out of here?" - She blinked. "What is that?" She yelped and flashed her light at more withergeist. - he nodded and went to leave then paused. "How do you know his name?" meanwhile leinerd was catching up to Ameobus. "sure" she said snd waited like half a second. "How are you doing?" “Kyler?” Rebus asked. “I won’t know for certain until I have my powers, but I suspect I gave him something to contact me with.” - Rebus smiled. “The Conversion Medallion. Nameless made it, long ago - it can change different kinds of magic into one another, like making a withergeist’s torso suddenly made out of Prismite.” - The man blinked, looking nervously down the hallway again. “It doesn’t really matter.” - Except… he wasn’t. In fact, the pathway of destruction simply ended at the hallway turned a corner, with a scorch mark on the wall. - Rebus blinked, taken slightly aback by the question. “There’s an apocalypse going on and most of my friends are dead.”
Kansas Stormcursed he/him Posted April 2 Posted April 2 2 hours ago, Through the Living Heir said: Rebus smiled. “I spoke to someone else in the same situation. Cyrus was threatening his family. But Cyrus left, and as soon as I get out of the Nullite I can take us away from him.” - “Don’t touch them,” Rebus warned. Then he swept the medallion through the withergeist, and its substance imploded into little wisps of shimmering colors. - “I am?” He took a deep breath. “I am. Yes.” He glanced nervously at the path of destruction down the hall. “I’ll be alright; you should go catch Amoebus.” “There’s a planet under attack as we speak, but the Witherlord is trying to invade some version of the afterlife.” Rebus smiled, and the world… shifted. It became almost like the Mindscape - simultaneously malleable and pure, a representation of the world and yet somehow realer than it. Rebus was at the epicenter, a nexus of schemes, power, pain, and hope. He was simply a name, and the thoughts that went with it - an abstract representation of himself. He smiled - and that was his essence, genuine pride intermingled with an ever-present mask - and brought the weapon to himself. Power, sacrifice, magic - chaos, order, and dark aligned as they should be, but most of all light. The medallion around Rebus’s neck - still Nameless’s, even now - mirrored it. The blade - which it was, or at least could be - was nearly as the Conversion Medallion was; each axis, bound together in a form that could master them all. Chaotic Darkness was missing - Prismite and Nullite flowed only into Luxite, would be twined around what would become a hilt. Rebus spoke, though the words didn’t need to travel through air to be heard. “Luxite dominates, and needs to, but there are two gaps within the form. The first, you will fill - your core will bring symmetry, and in turn the weapon will give you power. The second will be filled by the power of the Witherlord himself. If you would be corrupted, the weapon will take that dark power and be strengthened - for a time.” Rebus paused, silence stretching an indeterminate length under the influence of whatever power he was using, and smiled once more. “What do you think?” If Jack had not been made from metal, he might have blushed. He definitely did some stammering. “Not much. I’m not sure you remembered. You don’t have to tell me. You should probably write it down.” - Brought into existence by a flicker of Narration, a speck appeared. It orbited the planet, outside the shroud of darkness, and broadcast its coordinates back to its creator. Rebus smiled at Salt, though it wasn’t much more than polite. “I suppose that is true. Would you allow me to think?” Cep eyes the space—not in a literal sense, but as one accustomed to comprehending such twisting forms. He started to grin. "I think...this is a wonderful idea."
Keke They/he Posted April 3 Posted April 3 3 hours ago, Through the Living Heir said: Kyler?” Rebus asked. “I won’t know for certain until I have my powers, but I suspect I gave him something to contact me with.” - Rebus smiled. “The Conversion Medallion. Nameless made it, long ago - it can change different kinds of magic into one another, like making a withergeist’s torso suddenly made out of Prismite.” - The man blinked, looking nervously down the hallway again. “It doesn’t really matter.” - Except… he wasn’t. In fact, the pathway of destruction simply ended at the hallway turned a corner, with a scorch mark on the wall. - Rebus blinked, taken slightly aback by the question. “There’s an apocalypse going on and most of my friends are dead.” Kai nodded. "Alright follow me." - She nodded. "Fascinating!" - Jack walked back. "I think it does." he growled and blinked and started running back to jack. - salt paused and seemed to grimace at that. She hesitated then hugged him. She wrapped her arms around his torso.
Through the Living Heir he/him Posted April 4 Posted April 4 On 4/2/2026 at 7:31 PM, Kansas Stormcursed said: Cep eyes the space—not in a literal sense, but as one accustomed to comprehending such twisting forms. He started to grin. "I think...this is a wonderful idea." “Excellent. In that case, we’ll proceed.” The weapon didn’t move, but it was suddenly in Cep’s possession. “With the world as it is, you should be able to bond it.” On 4/2/2026 at 8:26 PM, Through the living keigs said: Kai nodded. "Alright follow me." - She nodded. "Fascinating!" - Jack walked back. "I think it does." he growled and blinked and started running back to jack. - salt paused and seemed to grimace at that. She hesitated then hugged him. She wrapped her arms around his torso. Rebus returned the nod, striding after him. - Rebus grinned, manipulative the Prismite crystals to block an errant blast of darkness. “I’d gladly tell you more after the withergiests are gone.” - “Ok! Fine. He- he went the other way.” The man stammered out the words as though Amoebus would hear him if he spent too long talking. “He threatened me. Said he would kill me unless I sent you the other way.” Choking back a sob, he slumped against the wall. “I’m sorry.” - Rebus’s smile warmed, and he started to return the hug. Then he tensed, pain and anger clouding his expression. Salt reminded him so much of Atlas. When Fog returned- Rebus shook his head, and lines of orange light coalesced around his hand. They sunk into his scars, locking away his emotions; pain, anger, grief - and tenderness. Rebus smiled. “I should have done that quite a while ago. Now, let’s find you something to do.”
Keke They/he Posted April 4 Posted April 4 1 hour ago, Through the Living Heir said: Rebus returned the nod, striding after him. - Rebus grinned, manipulative the Prismite crystals to block an errant blast of darkness. “I’d gladly tell you more after the withergiests are gone.” - “Ok! Fine. He- he went the other way.” The man stammered out the words as though Amoebus would hear him if he spent too long talking. “He threatened me. Said he would kill me unless I sent you the other way.” Choking back a sob, he slumped against the wall. “I’m sorry.” - Rebus’s smile warmed, and he started to return the hug. Then he tensed, pain and anger clouding his expression. Salt reminded him so much of Atlas. When Fog returned- Rebus shook his head, and lines of orange light coalesced around his hand. They sunk into his scars, locking away his emotions; pain, anger, grief - and tenderness. Rebus smiled. “I should have done that quite a while ago. Now, let’s find you something to do.” they eventually got out of perimiter and the effects of the nullite slowly wore off. - she nodded trying to mimic rebus's bravery and shove her fear down before it made her lock up. "Yeah.. Just tell me what to do." - leinard stumbled up and grabbed the scientist shoving him against a wall. "What the hell?!" Jack exclaimed. - She grimaced and took a few breaths. "14, 1 6 1 9 16 1 26!" She whispered. "15, 19 26 9 1 13 14 3 23 18 25 9, 25 1 6 23." 1
Kansas Stormcursed he/him Posted April 5 Posted April 5 6 hours ago, Through the Living Heir said: “Excellent. In that case, we’ll proceed.” The weapon didn’t move, but it was suddenly in Cep’s possession. “With the world as it is, you should be able to bond it.” Rebus returned the nod, striding after him. - Rebus grinned, manipulative the Prismite crystals to block an errant blast of darkness. “I’d gladly tell you more after the withergiests are gone.” - “Ok! Fine. He- he went the other way.” The man stammered out the words as though Amoebus would hear him if he spent too long talking. “He threatened me. Said he would kill me unless I sent you the other way.” Choking back a sob, he slumped against the wall. “I’m sorry.” - Rebus’s smile warmed, and he started to return the hug. Then he tensed, pain and anger clouding his expression. Salt reminded him so much of Atlas. When Fog returned- Rebus shook his head, and lines of orange light coalesced around his hand. They sunk into his scars, locking away his emotions; pain, anger, grief - and tenderness. Rebus smiled. “I should have done that quite a while ago. Now, let’s find you something to do.” Cep reached out and snagged the thread he saw, the Connection. It didn't have a color, which was most unusual, and a little disturbing, but nonetheless he grabbed it, held it tight, tied it to his Intent and Will, and- Suddenly the thread bloomed a brilliant white and blue. He opened his eyes and smiled. 1
KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him Posted April 6 Posted April 6 On 4/3/2026 at 8:06 AM, Through the Living Heir said: “There’s a planet under attack as we speak, but the Witherlord is trying to invade some version of the afterlife.” Corvus nodded. "How many characters are on this planet? And is this afterlife like the Cognitive Realm or...?" Renamed sighed and shook his head. Time for Sandy was passing about eleven times slower than for Renamed, and a required Author was inactive.
Through the Living Shadow he/him Posted April 6 Posted April 6 On 4/4/2026 at 6:32 PM, Through the Living Heir said: “Excellent. In that case, we’ll proceed.” The weapon didn’t move, but it was suddenly in Cep’s possession. “With the world as it is, you should be able to bond it.” Rebus returned the nod, striding after him. - Rebus grinned, manipulative the Prismite crystals to block an errant blast of darkness. “I’d gladly tell you more after the withergiests are gone.” - “Ok! Fine. He- he went the other way.” The man stammered out the words as though Amoebus would hear him if he spent too long talking. “He threatened me. Said he would kill me unless I sent you the other way.” Choking back a sob, he slumped against the wall. “I’m sorry.” - Rebus’s smile warmed, and he started to return the hug. Then he tensed, pain and anger clouding his expression. Salt reminded him so much of Atlas. When Fog returned- Rebus shook his head, and lines of orange light coalesced around his hand. They sunk into his scars, locking away his emotions; pain, anger, grief - and tenderness. Rebus smiled. “I should have done that quite a while ago. Now, let’s find you something to do.” hhhmmm while im waiting for Nameless A voice. "How's life? How's the land of the living?" It's bored. "What've you been up to?" The Scribe, or his ghost, visits Rebus-invisible to Salt. "I need your help. Not now. But I think you would agree. I assume you know who the figure, disfigured is? He's got a page on the wiki, if you don't." He hesitated. "Things have gotten out of hand. He created a Plotblade to justify his actions against Wrath. Not a Notblade. A full on Plotblade. And now he's working to push the other's agenda of spreading the Plague. I have no idea why."
Through the Living Heir he/him Posted April 8 Posted April 8 On 4/4/2026 at 7:47 PM, Through the living keigs said: they eventually got out of perimiter and the effects of the nullite slowly wore off. - she nodded trying to mimic rebus's bravery and shove her fear down before it made her lock up. "Yeah.. Just tell me what to do." - leinard stumbled up and grabbed the scientist shoving him against a wall. "What the hell?!" Jack exclaimed. - She grimaced and took a few breaths. "14, 1 6 1 9 16 1 26!" She whispered. "15, 19 26 9 1 13 14 3 23 18 25 9, 25 1 6 23." Rebus stumbled, the shock of Atlas and Symbol’s deaths hitting him once more. Then he composed himself, standing straighter as he truly understood the situation. “You’re free of Cyrus now, as he won’t notice you’re gone for quite some time. We’ll need to contact your brother - he’s on Cyrus’s ship, with a clone of me.” - “Alright, the highest priority is to-“ The ship rocked, almost throwing Rebus and Rebyl off their feet. - Darkness glowed around Leinard’s hands as the man in the lab coat panicked. “Help!” - Rebus’s eyes widened. “One 9 16? 1 26 Fourteen. 26 1 20 21! 17 10 13 1 2313” On 4/5/2026 at 1:18 AM, Kansas Stormcursed said: Cep reached out and snagged the thread he saw, the Connection. It didn't have a color, which was most unusual, and a little disturbing, but nonetheless he grabbed it, held it tight, tied it to his Intent and Will, and- Suddenly the thread bloomed a brilliant white and blue. He opened his eyes and smiled. Rebus returned the grin, the expression actually visible as the reality warping followed the weapon. “As long as the weapon is Abstracted, we can both possess it - there’s not time for me to finish it before it is needed. And, while me bringing it fully to reality would increase the powers, physical Balancium is… volatile.” On 4/5/2026 at 9:00 PM, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said: Corvus nodded. "How many characters are on this planet? And is this afterlife like the Cognitive Realm or...?" Renamed sighed and shook his head. Time for Sandy was passing about eleven times slower than for Renamed, and a required Author was inactive. “There are surprisingly many there - though that’s stalled at the moment. As for Heaven, all I know is that that’s its name, it shares an Author with Erryin, and you have to have had good intentions to enter.” On 4/6/2026 at 7:12 PM, Through the Living Sherma said: hhhmmm while im waiting for Nameless A voice. "How's life? How's the land of the living?" It's bored. "What've you been up to?" The Scribe, or his ghost, visits Rebus-invisible to Salt. "I need your help. Not now. But I think you would agree. I assume you know who the figure, disfigured is? He's got a page on the wiki, if you don't." He hesitated. "Things have gotten out of hand. He created a Plotblade to justify his actions against Wrath. Not a Notblade. A full on Plotblade. And now he's working to push the other's agenda of spreading the Plague. I have no idea why." “I’ve been trying to stop an apocalypse,” Rebus said, rather tersely. “I would ordinarily try to help you. At the moment, though, I’ll need something in return.”
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