The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

16 minutes ago, Through the Living Heir said:

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” 

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.” 

“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.” 

“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.” 

The Scribe nodded. “If I can give it, I will.” He smiles, and it seems genuine.

[Keke They/he]

12 minutes ago, Through the Living Heir said:

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” 

Kai nodded. "Uh alright." He tapped a watch. "Kyler." He spoke into it. Kylers voice came through. "Hey bro, whats up?" He asked. Kai held the watch to rebus. 

-

Rebyl stumbled a bit and they heard screams as the three other crew members fell off the ship. Rebyl yelped and the air started to warp and vibrate. The energycells had been bumped and started to expload. 

-

Leinard cut the dudes head off. 

-

"20 14 9 25,23 26 26. 7 18 17 9 23 2 9 16 17 25." She explained. "Its confusing."

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

1 hour ago, Through the Living Heir said:

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” 

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.” 

“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.” 

“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.” 

Cep nodded.

I assume several things but await confirmation:

The Blade can be shifted to any particular form;

He would be able to understand the threads around it and figure out how it can be used;

(Heir's eyes only)

Spoiler

And that it has some hidden properties or false properties that relate to the plan

 

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

3 hours ago, Through the Living Heir said:

“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.” 

"Ah. And how exactly are the Witherlord's intentions good?"

[Keke They/he]

21 hours ago, Through the Living Sherma said:

The Scribe nodded. “If I can give it, I will.” He smiles, and it seems genuine.

WAIT WHAT THE SCRIBE IS BACK??? WHAT WRATH WAIT WRATH!??! WHAT!? OMG WAIT DOES HE KNOW … OH MY GOD

Edited April 9 by Through the living keigs
SPELLING OOPIES

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

1 hour ago, Through the living keigs said:

WAIT WHAT THE SCRIBE IS BACK??? WHAT WRATH WAIT WRATH!??! WHAT!? OMG WAIT DOES HE KNOW … OH MY GOD

He knows (if ur talking about Atlas being ded)

he doesn’t know how it happened

Or the events leading up to it

or really anything

And neither do I!

 

This is just a ghost of the Scribe.

[Keke They/he]

19 hours ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

"Ah. And how exactly are the Witherlord's intentions good?"

@Through the Living Heir

hawks vessel spawned next to the pair, they patted rebus head by floating because hes tall AND I HAGTE TALL PEOPLE EVERYONE WHOS TALL SUCKS AND SO IMA TREAT TALL PEOPLE HOW THEY TREAT SHORT PEOPLE BY PATTING THEIR HEAD AND MAKING THEM FEEL SM ALL YOU DUMB TALL PERSON.. anyways “okay so authors can have different afterlives if they feel they wanna write one. I wrote heaven as my afterlife for my characters because I wanted to and other reasons. Now the witherlord has no good intentions which is why he isnt allowed into heaven. And he cant fight to get inside because it’s made of the opposite light as he is. Now that all being said is most people who die and go to heaven are dead but their souls live and its complicated because i never intended for heaven to actually have characters in the thread die and go there in fact this was made for my universe that wasnt in the thread so its really confusing, and i hope i am making sense. But why were we talking about heaven?”

1 minute ago, Through the Living Sherma said:

He knows (if ur talking about Atlas being ded)

he doesn’t know how it happened

Or the events leading up to it

or really anything

And neither do I!

 

This is just a ghost of the Scribe.

….. 

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

1 minute ago, Through the living keigs said:

@Through the Living Heir

hawks vessel spawned next to the pair, they patted rebus head by floating because hes tall AND I HAGTE TALL PEOPLE EVERYONE WHOS TALL SUCKS AND SO IMA TREAT TALL PEOPLE HOW THEY TREAT SHORT PEOPLE BY PATTING THEIR HEAD AND MAKING THEM FEEL SM ALL YOU DUMB TALL PERSON.. anyways “okay so authors can have different afterlives if they feel they wanna write one. I wrote heaven as my afterlife for my characters because I wanted to and other reasons. Now the witherlord has no good intentions which is why he isnt allowed into heaven. And he cant fight to get inside because it’s made of the opposite light as he is. Now that all being said is most people who die and go to heaven are dead but their souls live and its complicated because i never intended for heaven to actually have characters in the thread die and go there in fact this was made for my universe that wasnt in the thread so its really confusing, and i hope i am making sense. But why were we talking about heaven?”

….. 

is that what you were talking about?

[Keke They/he]

Just now, Through the Living Sherma said:

is that what you were talking about?

Yes im scheming dw it’s totally nice and innocent things that wil harm no one ever. Also i want a specific character to get more ingrained in the thread. 

May she interact with the ghost of de scribe

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

13 minutes ago, Keke said:

Yes im scheming dw it’s totally nice and innocent things that wil harm no one ever. Also i want a specific character to get more ingrained in the thread. 

May she interact with the ghost of de scribe

Yeah, but I got

a lot of homework today

(including a final project)

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

6 hours ago, Keke said:

@Through the Living Heir

hawks vessel spawned next to the pair, they patted rebus head by floating because hes tall AND I HAGTE TALL PEOPLE EVERYONE WHOS TALL SUCKS AND SO IMA TREAT TALL PEOPLE HOW THEY TREAT SHORT PEOPLE BY PATTING THEIR HEAD AND MAKING THEM FEEL SM ALL YOU DUMB TALL PERSON.. anyways “okay so authors can have different afterlives if they feel they wanna write one. I wrote heaven as my afterlife for my characters because I wanted to and other reasons. Now the witherlord has no good intentions which is why he isnt allowed into heaven. And he cant fight to get inside because it’s made of the opposite light as he is. Now that all being said is most people who die and go to heaven are dead but their souls live and its complicated because i never intended for heaven to actually have characters in the thread die and go there in fact this was made for my universe that wasnt in the thread so its really confusing, and i hope i am making sense. But why were we talking about heaven?”

"My Author is tall, and he doesn't pat people on the head..." Corvus muttered. Then, louder, he said, "Interesting. Rebus just said that the Witherlord is trying to invade Heaven somehow. How would this work?"

Renamed remained standing with his one eye closed, his skin faintly glowing blue and yellow.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

@xinoehp512

Onyx would perhaps notice that the multiverse lore had shifted dramatically - thanks to the collusion of some Authors, the number of worlds has become quite finite. Rebus, meanwhile, only got déjà vu - he'd been supposed to ask something else, but what had it possible been? 

-

Meanwhile, on the ship, a particularly lucky withergiest reached some sort of crystal - after an alarmingly small amount of damage, it destabilized. An explosion rocked the vessel - and of course, every single other crystal. 

Or at least I think that's what happened. Neither party is really my worldbuilding, so... 

On 4/8/2026 at 5:08 PM, Through the Living Sherma said:

The Scribe nodded. “If I can give it, I will.” He smiles, and it seems genuine.

Rebus nodded. "I'm making a weapon to fight the Witherlord. That takes a lot of power. A-half-dozen-Narrators-sacrificing-their-magic levels of power." He summoned his projection of the weapon - a spike of Luxite flanked by Nullite and Prismite. "Pure Luxite would be easier, but it's so rare that the only reason I've gotten this far is Nameless's Conversion Medallion." 

On 4/8/2026 at 5:20 PM, Keke said:

Kai nodded. "Uh alright." He tapped a watch. "Kyler." He spoke into it. Kylers voice came through. "Hey bro, whats up?" He asked. Kai held the watch to rebus. 

-

Rebyl stumbled a bit and they heard screams as the three other crew members fell off the ship. Rebyl yelped and the air started to warp and vibrate. The energycells had been bumped and started to expload. 

-

Leinard cut the dudes head off. 

-

"20 14 9 25,23 26 26. 7 18 17 9 23 2 9 16 17 25." She explained. "Its confusing."

Rebus smiled. "Hello, Kyler. I don't suppose you can get off that ship." 

-

In that moment, the crew didn't matter to him - Rebus threw the Conversion Medallion to Rebyl, wrapping her in a bubble of Narration and nanotech. 

-

The man seemed very dead - in fact, the wound burned with the telltale signs of a blow inflicted with Mordite. 

-

Rebus blinked. "Indeed." Then he sighed, seeming almost on the verge of tears. "Before Atlas died, I'd been intending to teach her how to use her powers. Perhaps, if Fog was to fight Atlas after that time, she would be able to survive." He forced a smile. "We need all the Narrators we can get. Would you let me train you?" 

On 4/8/2026 at 6:31 PM, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Cep nodded.

I assume several things but await confirmation:

The Blade can be shifted to any particular form;

He would be able to understand the threads around it and figure out how it can be used;

(Heir's eyes only)

  Reveal hidden contents

And that it has some hidden properties or false properties that relate to the plan

 

Rebus smiled, Abstraction fading into the background again. "You'd be more than a match against some withergeists, but until I get another core or two you won't stand a chance against the Witherlord. Hence-" Rebus summoned his Narrationblade, "you should spend this time practicing." 

On 4/8/2026 at 8:24 PM, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

"Ah. And how exactly are the Witherlord's intentions good?"

"They aren't," Rebus said. "That's the only reason that he hasn't destroyed half that realm already."

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

1 minute ago, Through the Living Heir said:

"They aren't," Rebus said. "That's the only reason that he hasn't destroyed half that realm already."

"So how does he plan on invading?"

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

1 minute ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

"So how does he plan on invading?"

"Unfortunately, I don't know. I would use someone like the Great Wizard - or even Sequence - to bring enough corruption to the realm that it allows entry, but I doubt that will be the approach taken." 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

2 minutes ago, Through the Living Heir said:

@xinoehp512

Onyx would perhaps notice that the multiverse lore had shifted dramatically - thanks to the collusion of some Authors, the number of worlds has become quite finite. Rebus, meanwhile, only got déjà vu - he'd been supposed to ask something else, but what had it possible been? 

-

Meanwhile, on the ship, a particularly lucky withergiest reached some sort of crystal - after an alarmingly small amount of damage, it destabilized. An explosion rocked the vessel - and of course, every single other crystal. 

Or at least I think that's what happened. Neither party is really my worldbuilding, so... 

Rebus nodded. "I'm making a weapon to fight the Witherlord. That takes a lot of power. A-half-dozen-Narrators-sacrificing-their-magic levels of power." He summoned his projection of the weapon - a spike of Luxite flanked by Nullite and Prismite. "Pure Luxite would be easier, but it's so rare that the only reason I've gotten this far is Nameless's Conversion Medallion." 

Rebus smiled. "Hello, Kyler. I don't suppose you can get off that ship." 

-

In that moment, the crew didn't matter to him - Rebus threw the Conversion Medallion to Rebyl, wrapping her in a bubble of Narration and nanotech. 

-

The man seemed very dead - in fact, the wound burned with the telltale signs of a blow inflicted with Mordite. 

-

Rebus blinked. "Indeed." Then he sighed, seeming almost on the verge of tears. "Before Atlas died, I'd been intending to teach her how to use her powers. Perhaps, if Fog was to fight Atlas after that time, she would be able to survive." He forced a smile. "We need all the Narrators we can get. Would you let me train you?" 

Rebus smiled, Abstraction fading into the background again. "You'd be more than a match against some withergeists, but until I get another core or two you won't stand a chance against the Witherlord. Hence-" Rebus summoned his Narrationblade, "you should spend this time practicing." 

"They aren't," Rebus said. "That's the only reason that he hasn't destroyed half that realm already."

Cep nodded and concentrated a moment, mentally weaving together the threads of the Blade. After a moment, they took shape in his hand in the form of a katana, with a pure Luxite blade a little longer than average—around three feet—and a handle and a tsuka and tsuba made of Prismite and Nullite, twined together and blending in spirals. He hefted it a moment, then grinned, setting both hands on the hilt.

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

3 minutes ago, Through the Living Heir said:

"Unfortunately, I don't know. I would use someone like the Great Wizard - or even Sequence - to bring enough corruption to the realm that it allows entry, but I doubt that will be the approach taken." 

"Ah, alright. So what now?"

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

7 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Cep nodded and concentrated a moment, mentally weaving together the threads of the Blade. After a moment, they took shape in his hand in the form of a katana, with a pure Luxite blade a little longer than average—around three feet—and a handle and a tsuka and tsuba made of Prismite and Nullite, twined together and blending in spirals. He hefted it a moment, then grinned, setting both hands on the hilt.

Rebus whistled - and then leapt forwards, his Narrationblade darting towards Cep's chest. 

Just now, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

"Ah, alright. So what now?"

Rebus glanced at Corvus. "Regardless of whether or not he ends up attacking Heaven, the Witherlord is a catastrophic threat. I need your help to prepare."

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

Just now, Through the Living Heir said:

Rebus glanced at Corvus. "Regardless of whether or not he ends up attacking Heaven, the Witherlord is a catastrophic threat. I need your help to prepare."

"What can I do?" Corvus asked.

Renamed opened his one eye.

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

2 minutes ago, Through the Living Heir said:

Rebus whistled - and then leapt forwards, his Narrationblade darting towards Cep's chest. 

Rebus glanced at Corvus. "Regardless of whether or not he ends up attacking Heaven, the Witherlord is a catastrophic threat. I need your help to prepare."

Cep shuffled back, batting the sword aside and slicing down toward Rebus's lead hand. He would play this defensively for a moment, while he became accustomed to the sword.

[Keke They/he]

1 hour ago, Through the Living Heir said:

Rebus smiled. "Hello, Kyler. I don't suppose you can get off that ship." 

-

In that moment, the crew didn't matter to him - Rebus threw the Conversion Medallion to Rebyl, wrapping her in a bubble of Narration and nanotech. 

-

The man seemed very dead - in fact, the wound burned with the telltale signs of a blow inflicted with Mordite. 

-

Rebus blinked. "Indeed." Then he sighed, seeming almost on the verge of tears. "Before Atlas died, I'd been intending to teach her how to use her powers. Perhaps, if Fog was to fight Atlas after that time, she would be able to survive." He forced a smile. "We need all the Narrators we can get. Would you let me train you?" 

(To the message to xino) You got it all accurate dw

kyler groaned. "Im in the middle of space i cant just leave the ship."

-

She didnt have time to process what was happening before heat enveloped her everything was incinerate around her. She yelped at the heat clutching the medallion. When she finally could open her eyes she was laying with burns on the ground of an unknown planet. 

-

Leinard stabbed it like five times for good mesure. Then dismembered it. And nodded. "Lets burn it."

jack gaped at him. "What the storm!?!?" He shouted. "He was the bad guy!" Leinard yelled back. 

-

She smiled tears in her own eyes. "Yeah... id like that." 

audible screaming in distance /j

 

1 hour ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

"My Author is tall, and he doesn't pat people on the head..." Corvus muttered. Then, louder, he said, "Interesting. Rebus just said that the Witherlord is trying to invade Heaven somehow. How would this work?"

Renamed remained standing with his one eye closed, his skin faintly glowing blue and yellow.

"none ways that I can think of... I have plans." Hawks said grinning. 

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

4 hours ago, Keke said:

"none ways that I can think of... I have plans." Hawks said grinning. 

Corvus nodded.

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

8 hours ago, Through the Living Heir said:

@xinoehp512

Onyx would perhaps notice that the multiverse lore had shifted dramatically - thanks to the collusion of some Authors, the number of worlds has become quite finite. Rebus, meanwhile, only got déjà vu - he'd been supposed to ask something else, but what had it possible been? 

-

Meanwhile, on the ship, a particularly lucky withergiest reached some sort of crystal - after an alarmingly small amount of damage, it destabilized. An explosion rocked the vessel - and of course, every single other crystal. 

Or at least I think that's what happened. Neither party is really my worldbuilding, so... 

Rebus nodded. "I'm making a weapon to fight the Witherlord. That takes a lot of power. A-half-dozen-Narrators-sacrificing-their-magic levels of power." He summoned his projection of the weapon - a spike of Luxite flanked by Nullite and Prismite. "Pure Luxite would be easier, but it's so rare that the only reason I've gotten this far is Nameless's Conversion Medallion." 

Rebus smiled. "Hello, Kyler. I don't suppose you can get off that ship." 

-

In that moment, the crew didn't matter to him - Rebus threw the Conversion Medallion to Rebyl, wrapping her in a bubble of Narration and nanotech. 

-

The man seemed very dead - in fact, the wound burned with the telltale signs of a blow inflicted with Mordite. 

-

Rebus blinked. "Indeed." Then he sighed, seeming almost on the verge of tears. "Before Atlas died, I'd been intending to teach her how to use her powers. Perhaps, if Fog was to fight Atlas after that time, she would be able to survive." He forced a smile. "We need all the Narrators we can get. Would you let me train you?" 

Rebus smiled, Abstraction fading into the background again. "You'd be more than a match against some withergeists, but until I get another core or two you won't stand a chance against the Witherlord. Hence-" Rebus summoned his Narrationblade, "you should spend this time practicing." 

"They aren't," Rebus said. "That's the only reason that he hasn't destroyed half that realm already."

He nods. “Hhmmm. You need to talk to Afterimage.”

He looked away. “Wrath used Luxite to give him Thread Awareness.”

”But that’s what I’m worried about. itirSp is trying to get Afterimage to fight the Witherlord, and I think he wants to infect the Witherlord. For the same reason he infected you.”

 

The Scribe screamed and convulsed, pain wracking his body. It lasted for a few seconds, and then stopped. He placed a hand to his head. “What did I just say?”

Edited April 10 by Through the Living Sherma

[Keke They/he]

On 4/10/2026 at 3:06 AM, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

Corvus nodded.

“Was that ominous and scary?” He asked. “I’ve been practiciinggg” yes the sparkles appear you have no choice.

[IAmThatOneGuy He/Him]

Vlanis walked down the lonely road, away from the darkened city. He ignored the faraway screams of the victims dying at the claws of the withergeists.
He opened his coat, looking at the mordite dagger he had taken from the seminar.
He looked up, face cold. 
He had the resources. Now he just had to find a way to get to Mistair. 
But he didn't know how.
This conflict is key. Vlanis thought. Mistair loves conflict.

Edited April 13 by ThatOneGuyOverThere

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

7 hours ago, Keke said:

“Was that ominous and scary?” He asked. “I’ve been practiciinggg” yes the sparkles appear you have no choice.

"I guess? A little?"