The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Sand Mastre]

Turns out ChatGPT can actually tell me all about The longest Thread (Misadventures). I basically have ten separate entire essays about different parts of of powers and history. It’s probably all pretty bad and inaccurate but it feels like a solid base. I also have an idea for a plot blade. 
 

But I didn’t want that to be my only knowledge. 

I started reading from the beginning but it was long and I didn’t get very far. 

so I jumped half way and then was confused and lost again.

should I read the last 10 pages to catch up or just jump in? 

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

5 hours ago, Ink and Embers said:

Kiornight paused at the sound of a yell. Had that been a person? And where? Gathering back into a largely humanoid shape, he scrutinized the plants around him. An ant nest buried itself near the roots of a tree, insects whirring away busily. Pulling his form tighter together so as not to lose sapience, Kiornight crouched down, listening to the ants.

Intruders ... breaking ... seeking ... killing ...

Kiornight drew back sharply, flashing again momentarily. He hadn't conversed with them long enough to lose a significant number of fireflies, but it would be better to avoid it.

Stepping back, he looked up, squinting through the thick foliage. 

Viridis froze as he caught the humanoid swarm looking straight at him, desperately hoping that his cloak would provide sufficient camouflage. He slowed his metabolism as much as he dared.

5 hours ago, Ink and Embers said:

THERE'S A WIKI

THAT'S AMAZING

Yep

5 hours ago, Sand Mastre said:

Turns out ChatGPT can actually tell me all about The longest Thread (Misadventures). I basically have ten separate entire essays about different parts of of powers and history. It’s probably all pretty bad and inaccurate but it feels like a solid base. I also have an idea for a plot blade. 
 

But I didn’t want that to be my only knowledge. 

I started reading from the beginning but it was long and I didn’t get very far. 

so I jumped half way and then was confused and lost again.

should I read the last 10 pages to catch up or just jump in? 

Just jump it, what you do can have absolutely nothing to do with anything else here if you wish. 

Edited Monday at 09:52 PM by KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren

[Keke They/he]

On 6/13/2026 at 9:12 PM, Stardust said:

"So then, let's get going!" The innkeeper opens the ship and shows them to the controls. 

eli took the controls and took off. "Trevor calculate where the ship would have-"

"already on it  cap'in!" He grabbed the nav system and started mumbling some math. 

[Sand Mastre]

1 hour ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

Viridis froze as he caught the humanoid swarm looking straight at him, desperately hoping that his cloak would provide sufficient camouflage. He slowed his metabolism as much as he dared.

Yep

Just jump it, what you do can have absolutely nothing to do with anything else here if you wish. 

Ok. But I feel like I need a good name, reading some of the earlier stuff, people did funny names like puns and stuff.

 

[Ink and Embers Any pronouns]

18 hours ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

Viridis froze as he caught the humanoid swarm looking straight at him, desperately hoping that his cloak would provide sufficient camouflage. He slowed his metabolism as much as he dared.

Yep

Just jump it, what you do can have absolutely nothing to do with anything else here if you wish. 

Something seemed to bolt out a little of the sun in the canopy. Kiornight hissed softly. He didn't have much time, but if there was another person...

He pulled together, clicking wings calling out in an imitation of a voice. "Who's there?"

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

4 hours ago, Ink and Embers said:

Something seemed to bolt out a little of the sun in the canopy. Kiornight hissed softly. He didn't have much time, but if there was another person...

He pulled together, clicking wings calling out in an imitation of a voice. "Who's there?"

Viridis eased his metabolism back to normal levels, in case he had to flee, but remained silent.

[Ink and Embers Any pronouns]

18 hours ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

Viridis eased his metabolism back to normal levels, in case he had to flee, but remained silent.

Kiornight hesitated. There was a potential threat, but not one that wanted to reveal itself. That could mean they felt he was a threat, or it could mean they were trying to conceal how great a threat they were. They wouldn't be weak, surviving here so long. And willing to climb a bizarre plant at a moment's notice. 

He decided not to push the conversation, instead scattering deeper into the forest. "Strange," he muttered as he departed.

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

5 hours ago, Ink and Embers said:

Kiornight hesitated. There was a potential threat, but not one that wanted to reveal itself. That could mean they felt he was a threat, or it could mean they were trying to conceal how great a threat they were. They wouldn't be weak, surviving here so long. And willing to climb a bizarre plant at a moment's notice. 

He decided not to push the conversation, instead scattering deeper into the forest. "Strange," he muttered as he departed.

Viridis waited until the swarm was no longer visible before climbing down to ground level. His eyes scanned the canopy above him, and he spotted a bright red fruit sticking out amongst the foliage. He leaped up and grabbed it before devouring it quickly. 

He thought about the being he had seen; he hadn't heard of anything like it. Whatever it was, it was definitely far more than a mere swarm of mindless fireflies. 

He wondered if Kiornight knew of the pool, at the centre of the island. If he did, Viridis couldn't let him reach it first. Plucking another fruit and taking a bite, he accelerated his metabolism just slightly, and sprinted inland.

There's a pool of glowing green liquid (like a perpendicularity) a few kilometres inland

[Ink and Embers Any pronouns]

14 hours ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

Viridis waited until the swarm was no longer visible before climbing down to ground level. His eyes scanned the canopy above him, and he spotted a bright red fruit sticking out amongst the foliage. He leaped up and grabbed it before devouring it quickly. 

He thought about the being he had seen; he hadn't heard of anything like it. Whatever it was, it was definitely far more than a mere swarm of mindless fireflies. 

He wondered if Kiornight knew of the pool, at the centre of the island. If he did, Viridis couldn't let him reach it first. Plucking another fruit and taking a bite, he accelerated his metabolism just slightly, and sprinted inland.

There's a pool of glowing green liquid (like a perpendicularity) a few kilometres inland

Awesome, thank you!

Kiornight flew towards the centre of the island, noting the chittering of insects and the roar of some distant creature he wasn't particularly keen on meeting. Caz had told him there would be something of value here; something powerful. He wasn't certain what form it would take, but Caz was usually worth listening to. Unless the "something" here was peace and quiet, which was looking increasingly unlikely by the minute.

He ground to a halt, hissing softly. A tangle of sundew - or another plant along those lines - rose in front of him, from the gritty earth to the darkened trees above. A mesh of branches blocked the majority of sunlight from above. It would slow him significantly, but it was better than passing through a plant that could destroy half his sentience in a matter of minutes.

Kiornight began to work his way upwards, through the dense canopy, hoping whoever had brought that boat was still behind. 

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

7 hours ago, Ink and Embers said:

Awesome, thank you!

Kiornight flew towards the centre of the island, noting the chittering of insects and the roar of some distant creature he wasn't particularly keen on meeting. Caz had told him there would be something of value here; something powerful. He wasn't certain what form it would take, but Caz was usually worth listening to. Unless the "something" here was peace and quiet, which was looking increasingly unlikely by the minute.

He ground to a halt, hissing softly. A tangle of sundew - or another plant along those lines - rose in front of him, from the gritty earth to the darkened trees above. A mesh of branches blocked the majority of sunlight from above. It would slow him significantly, but it was better than passing through a plant that could destroy half his sentience in a matter of minutes.

Kiornight began to work his way upwards, through the dense canopy, hoping whoever had brought that boat was still behind. 

Viridis took a different path from the swarm creature; it would take longer to reach the pool, but he didn't want to cross paths with the being until he arrived there. He brought his metabolism up to the absolute limit he could with the level of oxygen in the air around him. Peering through gaps in the canopy, he saw that the sun would set soon, which meant that the flora around him would begin sucking up oxygen.

Viridis halted when he heard a hiss - a hiss far, far louder than one should be. Before he had any time to react, a gargantuan snake burst from the undergrowth. The beast was over 15 metres long, and its head was covered in bony plates. 

Viridis yelped and dashed up the nearest tree. He had seen one of these before; Tyrannoserpens solus, he believed it was called. He breathed deeply, struggling to keep his heart rate under control as the creature slithered up to the base of his tree. 

It hissed once more, and then simply curled up beside the tree and stared at Viridis. Viridis sighed.

This place has some... interesting fauna. Tyrannoserpens isn't a real snake, but it was 'descended' from Titanoboa.

[Keke They/he]

Hello yunguns should I try and come back properly, also if you have any questioms feel free to ask me since I've been around for a bit! I see some newbies trying to answer and have no idea so js lmk!

On 6/15/2026 at 10:42 AM, Sand Mastre said:

Turns out ChatGPT can actually tell me all about The longest Thread (Misadventures). I basically have ten separate entire essays about different parts of of powers and history. It’s probably all pretty bad and inaccurate but it feels like a solid base. I also have an idea for a plot blade. 
 

But I didn’t want that to be my only knowledge. 

I started reading from the beginning but it was long and I didn’t get very far. 

so I jumped half way and then was confused and lost again.

should I read the last 10 pages to catch up or just jump in? 

Chat gpt wont do much. Um basically, for the big arc and large story. 

Witherlord (his vessel is Malevolence authors by @NameIess)= really bad guy and we need to find a way to stop him, rebus (authored by @Through the Living Heir)  has a line and idea of how to stop him. This plan involves: the Iris, a mafia crime syndicate and the krusaders, the Iris calvery force; The Kimo labs, a laboratory run by Dax and became a part of Rebus empire; and an unnamed organization that Elinore and her crew are a part of. (All authored by yours truly)

I think thats pretty good. Heir hasnt had much time to write and nameless is gone..m idk where he went prolly having a life unlike us, anyways, this plot is stalled so we have probably way to many small plots branched off. Right now im trying to get Elinore and her crew back to Rebus and Rebyl. 

[NameIess]

The Witherlord returned to himself. His form was indistinct, a mass of darkness covering what had once been a green field of grass, tendrils of shadow spiraling outward, drifting in the cold wind. In his... distraction, the field had withered and decayed. As his consciousness strengthened, he felt the entirety of the planet, knew it had been destroyed during his slumber.

The Witherlord sighed. I was afraid this would happen. He thought. The curse of the Antagonist. He was now true Evil. He had the power and the will to dominate and destroy the Thread. And yet... could his Author handle the strain? In taking up this role, the man who had once been Malevolence had centralized the Thread around him. More dangerously, around his Author. This brought the danger of burning out, a danger his Author knew well and had seen in others. He'd taken precautions, refusing to split his presence, appointing a Dragon and attempting to work through servants. And yet...

I will need to be more careful. Malev-the Witherlord, thought. I must be pragmatic. I need more servants to empower, in order to share the burden of antagonizing the heroes of this Thread and working towards my grand plan. Fog has been as inactive as I... perhaps I should revoke her status and grant it to another, more deserving. Still, who can I trust? Even she is not fully trustworthy. Who else would agree with my goals enough to to put themselves in my power?

He turned from these thoughts and on to other matters. Events in the Thread had progressed, but nothing seemed overly worrying... Except a Plotblade that had gained sentience? Interesting. And he would need to do something about Inkwell. Yes, his plans must continue. He would bring this Thread to its knees.

With a surge of will, the Witherlord reformed his body. Darkness pulled inward, forming into the shape of a man covered in black flames, with glowing violet pits for eyes. He reached forward and pulled his Blade, Malevolence, from the ground before him. It was time to continue his work.

On 6/18/2026 at 5:05 PM, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

Viridis took a different path from the swarm creature; it would take longer to reach the pool, but he didn't want to cross paths with the being until he arrived there. He brought his metabolism up to the absolute limit he could with the level of oxygen in the air around him. Peering through gaps in the canopy, he saw that the sun would set soon, which meant that the flora around him would begin sucking up oxygen.

Viridis halted when he heard a hiss - a hiss far, far louder than one should be. Before he had any time to react, a gargantuan snake burst from the undergrowth. The beast was over 15 metres long, and its head was covered in bony plates. 

Viridis yelped and dashed up the nearest tree. He had seen one of these before; Tyrannoserpens solus, he believed it was called. He breathed deeply, struggling to keep his heart rate under control as the creature slithered up to the base of his tree. 

It hissed once more, and then simply curled up beside the tree and stared at Viridis. Viridis sighed.

This place has some... interesting fauna. Tyrannoserpens isn't a real snake, but it was 'descended' from Titanoboa.

Virids was distracted from his predicament by a faint sound from one of the other branches of the tree. If he were to look for the source of the noise, he would see a woman wearing a black dress sitting on one of the other tree branches. Her feet kicked idly against the trunk of the tree, and she watched the sky above with a melancholy expression.

Edited 22 hours ago by NameIess
:(

[Ascended Grubberfly He/Him]

2 hours ago, NameIess said:

@Verdance

Verdance had to leave the Shard sadly, I don’t know if their characters were passed on.

 

2 hours ago, NameIess said:

The Witherlord returned to himself. His form was indistinct, a mass of darkness covering what had once been a green field of grass, tendrils of shadow spiraling outward, drifting in the cold wind. In his... distraction, the field had withered and decayed. As his consciousness strengthened, he felt the entirety of the planet, knew it had been destroyed during his slumber.

The Witherlord sighed. I was afraid this would happen. He thought. The curse of the Antagonist. He was now true Evil. He had the power and the will to dominate and destroy the Thread. And yet... could his Author handle the strain? In taking up this role, the man who had once been Malevolence had centralized the Thread around him. More dangerously, around his Author. This brought the danger of burning out, a danger his Author knew well and had seen in others. He'd taken precautions, refusing to split his presence, appointing a Dragon and attempting to work through servants. And yet...

I will need to be more careful. Malev-the Witherlord, thought. I must be pragmatic. I need more servants to empower, in order to share the burden of antagonizing the heroes of this Thread and working towards my grand plan. Fog has been as inactive as I... perhaps I should revoke her status and grant it to another, more deserving. Still, who can I trust? Even she is not fully trustworthy. Who else would agree with my goals enough to to put themselves in my power?

He turned from these thoughts and on to other matters. Events in the Thread had progressed, but nothing seemed overly worrying... Except a Plotblade that had gained sentience? Interesting. And he would need to do something about Inkwell. Yes, his plans must continue. He would bring this Thread to its knees.

With a surge of will, the Witherlord reformed his body. Darkness pulled inward, forming into the shape of a man covered in black flames, with glowing violet pits for eyes. He reached forward and pulled his Blade, Malevolence, from the ground before him. It was time to continue his work.

The orb winked into existence next to the Witherlord. It had drifted in the Void for a time, exhausted after it had tried to open a way into Heaven.

Hey! I see you regained consciousness! The ball bounced eagerly. Is there a way I can help this time? I almost made a path into Heaven, but it seems my time with you has made me lean more Evil than Neutral.

—————————

Skylight wandered in the Woods. He had spent so long alone, he wondered who was left. “9/10? Was that your name? You there?”

Was anyone left? Did anyone care?

Did the Voice deserve to be in control?

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

9 hours ago, NameIess said:

Virids was distracted from his predicament by a faint sound from one of the other branches of the tree. If he were to look for the source of the noise, he would see a woman wearing a black dress sitting on one of the other tree branches. Her feet kicked idly against the trunk of the tree, and she watched the sky above with a melancholy expression.

Viridis peered at the source of the noise, and saw what appeared to be moving shadows.

"Monkeys," he whispered, then cursed. The Tyrannoserpens didn't look like it was going to move; all he could do now was hope that something else would come and distract the snake beneath him. 

Edited 15 hours ago by KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren

[Just A Silvereye he/him/il/lui]

6 hours ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

Viridis peered at the source of the noise, and saw what appeared to be moving shadows.

"Monkeys," he whispered, then cursed. The Tyrannoserpens didn't look like it was going to move; all he could do now was hope that something else would come and distract the snake beneath him. 

...okay.

*deep breath*

So it begins.

 

A noise of broken branches came from behind the Tyrannoserpens. Then, a small, slightly round figure emerged. It was a man, wearing beige outfits and sporting an astonishing mustache.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but do you happen to have seen my mushroom samples?" asked Professor Olivarino to the silhouette he could see in front of him.

[Keke They/he]

16 hours ago, NameIess said:

The Witherlord returned to himself. His form was indistinct, a mass of darkness covering what had once been a green field of grass, tendrils of shadow spiraling outward, drifting in the cold wind. In his... distraction, the field had withered and decayed. As his consciousness strengthened, he felt the entirety of the planet, knew it had been destroyed during his slumber.

The Witherlord sighed. I was afraid this would happen. He thought. The curse of the Antagonist. He was now true Evil. He had the power and the will to dominate and destroy the Thread. And yet... could his Author handle the strain? In taking up this role, the man who had once been Malevolence had centralized the Thread around him. More dangerously, around his Author. This brought the danger of burning out, a danger his Author knew well and had seen in others. He'd taken precautions, refusing to split his presence, appointing a Dragon and attempting to work through servants. And yet...

I will need to be more careful. Malev-the Witherlord, thought. I must be pragmatic. I need more servants to empower, in order to share the burden of antagonizing the heroes of this Thread and working towards my grand plan. Fog has been as inactive as I... perhaps I should revoke her status and grant it to another, more deserving. Still, who can I trust? Even she is not fully trustworthy. Who else would agree with my goals enough to to put themselves in my power?

He turned from these thoughts and on to other matters. Events in the Thread had progressed, but nothing seemed overly worrying... Except a Plotblade that had gained sentience? Interesting. And he would need to do something about Inkwell. Yes, his plans must continue. He would bring this Thread to its knees.

With a surge of will, the Witherlord reformed his body. Darkness pulled inward, forming into the shape of a man covered in black flames, with glowing violet pits for eyes. He reached forward and pulled his Blade, Malevolence, from the ground before him. It was time to continue his work.

Virids was distracted from his predicament by a faint sound from one of the other branches of the tree. If he were to look for the source of the noise, he would see a woman wearing a black dress sitting on one of the other tree branches. Her feet kicked idly against the trunk of the tree, and she watched the sky above with a melancholy expression.

a black figure i dont feel like explaining, so look at my art album for blurred. appeared. He knelt down and bowed. "Witherlord, your greatness. I must apologize for my delay in coming to you, my Author blanked on my existence for a bit, but now im here."              Said. 

27 minutes ago, Just A Silvereye said:

...okay.

*deep breath*

So it begins.

 

A noise of broken branches came from behind the Tyrannoserpens. Then, a small, slightly round figure emerged. It was a man, wearing beige outfits and sporting an astonishing mustache.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but do you happen to have seen my mushroom samples?" asked Professor Olivarino to the silhouette he could see in front of him.

behind him a figure appeared she seemed to be around six years old and ill just send a photo in discord cuase i dont feel like explaining. She looked up at olivarino and clutched her dinosaur toy. "Ah sir can you help me." She sqeaked. 

[Ink and Embers Any pronouns]

 

5 minutes ago, Keke said:

a black figure i dont feel like explaining, so look at my art album for blurred. appeared. He knelt down and bowed. "Witherlord, your greatness. I must apologize for my delay in coming to you, my Author blanked on my existence for a bit, but now im here."              Said. 

behind him a figure appeared she seemed to be around six years old and ill just send a photo in discord cuase i dont feel like explaining. She looked up at olivarino and clutched her dinosaur toy. "Ah sir can you help me." She sqeaked. 

 

16 hours ago, NameIess said:

The Witherlord returned to himself. His form was indistinct, a mass of darkness covering what had once been a green field of grass, tendrils of shadow spiraling outward, drifting in the cold wind. In his... distraction, the field had withered and decayed. As his consciousness strengthened, he felt the entirety of the planet, knew it had been destroyed during his slumber.

The Witherlord sighed. I was afraid this would happen. He thought. The curse of the Antagonist. He was now true Evil. He had the power and the will to dominate and destroy the Thread. And yet... could his Author handle the strain? In taking up this role, the man who had once been Malevolence had centralized the Thread around him. More dangerously, around his Author. This brought the danger of burning out, a danger his Author knew well and had seen in others. He'd taken precautions, refusing to split his presence, appointing a Dragon and attempting to work through servants. And yet...

I will need to be more careful. Malev-the Witherlord, thought. I must be pragmatic. I need more servants to empower, in order to share the burden of antagonizing the heroes of this Thread and working towards my grand plan. Fog has been as inactive as I... perhaps I should revoke her status and grant it to another, more deserving. Still, who can I trust? Even she is not fully trustworthy. Who else would agree with my goals enough to to put themselves in my power?

He turned from these thoughts and on to other matters. Events in the Thread had progressed, but nothing seemed overly worrying... Except a Plotblade that had gained sentience? Interesting. And he would need to do something about Inkwell. Yes, his plans must continue. He would bring this Thread to its knees.

With a surge of will, the Witherlord reformed his body. Darkness pulled inward, forming into the shape of a man covered in black flames, with glowing violet pits for eyes. He reached forward and pulled his Blade, Malevolence, from the ground before him. It was time to continue his work.

Virids was distracted from his predicament by a faint sound from one of the other branches of the tree. If he were to look for the source of the noise, he would see a woman wearing a black dress sitting on one of the other tree branches. Her feet kicked idly against the trunk of the tree, and she watched the sky above with a melancholy expression.

 

7 hours ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

Viridis peered at the source of the noise, and saw what appeared to be moving shadows.

"Monkeys," he whispered, then cursed. The Tyrannoserpens didn't look like it was going to move; all he could do now was hope that something else would come and distract the snake beneath him. 

 

39 minutes ago, Just A Silvereye said:

...okay.

*deep breath*

So it begins.

 

A noise of broken branches came from behind the Tyrannoserpens. Then, a small, slightly round figure emerged. It was a man, wearing beige outfits and sporting an astonishing mustache.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but do you happen to have seen my mushroom samples?" asked Professor Olivarino to the silhouette he could see in front of him.

Kiornight struggled through the canopy, which eventually gave way to reveal a hazy spread of greenery over the island. He was distracted by a hissing, somewhere behind him but ground-level. Of course it wouldn't be simple.

Keeping enough above the trees to be able to quickly flee, he headed towards the sound. Perhaps the person from earlier had attracted its attention.

... Scratch that, it seemed like several people had. 

Storm you, Caz, he grumbled, Next time a word of warning?

A man in beige seemed to be consulting a snake and a child (were they a child? Humans, Kiornight couldn't tell) on mushrooms, and shadows flickered and solidified amid the treetops, though their silhouettes were too blurred to make out any details.

Wincing at how audible his buzzing was, Kiornight settled on the crown of a tree, to watch or to run. 

I apologise for any lack of cohesion; I am sleep-deprived 

[Just A Silvereye he/him/il/lui]

29 minutes ago, Keke said:

behind him a figure appeared she seemed to be around six years old and ill just send a photo in discord cuase i dont feel like explaining. She looked up at olivarino and clutched her dinosaur toy. "Ah sir can you help me." She sqeaked. 

"Uhm, maybe? What do you need help with?" answered Olivarino, while looking in every direction. "And by the way, have you seen a wide brown case, full of glass bocals? I've lost it..."

He briefly covered his ear, trying to get rid of that annoying buzzing, to no avail.

[NameIess]

14 hours ago, Ascended Grubberfly said:

Verdance had to leave the Shard sadly, I don’t know if their characters were passed on.

 

The orb winked into existence next to the Witherlord. It had drifted in the Void for a time, exhausted after it had tried to open a way into Heaven.

Hey! I see you regained consciousness! The ball bounced eagerly. Is there a way I can help this time? I almost made a path into Heaven, but it seems my time with you has made me lean more Evil than Neutral.

—————————

Skylight wandered in the Woods. He had spent so long alone, he wondered who was left. “9/10? Was that your name? You there?”

Was anyone left? Did anyone care?

Did the Voice deserve to be in control?

Yes, I saw that shortly after I posted.

”Heaven is a distraction.” The Witherlord murmured. “It is highly unlikely that the Authors will allow me to destroy it, at least not soon.”

8 hours ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

Viridis peered at the source of the noise, and saw what appeared to be moving shadows.

"Monkeys," he whispered, then cursed. The Tyrannoserpens didn't look like it was going to move; all he could do now was hope that something else would come and distract the snake beneath him. 

The shadows shifted at Viridis’s whisper, and a woman’s voice rang out indignantly in the night. “Monkeys? Did you just assume I was a monkey?”

53 minutes ago, Keke said:

a black figure i dont feel like explaining, so look at my art album for blurred. appeared. He knelt down and bowed. "Witherlord, your greatness. I must apologize for my delay in coming to you, my Author blanked on my existence for a bit, but now im here."              Said. 

behind him a figure appeared she seemed to be around six years old and ill just send a photo in discord cuase i dont feel like explaining. She looked up at olivarino and clutched her dinosaur toy. "Ah sir can you help me." She sqeaked. 

The Witherlord examined the figure. “You certainly look like one of my servants. Who are you?”

[DragonHeir he/him]

"Oh no." Rebus's eyes snapped open. "Oh no." He was dying, and the Witherlord hadn't even had to do anything. If that wasn't so frustrating, it might have even been funny. 

Rebus reached out to the Thread at large, watching all that had happed. He had to hold on... just a little longer... 

On 4/18/2026 at 2:24 PM, Through the Living Wrath said:

“That seems… unadvisable. Aren’t us Narrators supposed to be scared of the Witherlord?”

——

He found one. “Rebus?”

"Of course. He's terrifying, and if it was anyone else, I'd do everything I could to avoid drawing his ire." Rebus frowned. "But since he wants to kill almost everyone anyway, I might as well be doing something about it." 

-

Rebus smiled at Afterimage. "As you may know, I'm making a weapon against to use against the Witherlord. Would you happen to have any Luxite?"

On 4/18/2026 at 7:51 PM, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

Corvus' expression darkened, and he shifted slightly.

"Have any agreed to this so far?"

"Yes, actually. I have some of the materials I need already." Rebus smiled sympathetically. "If you're worried about what you'll do without your powers, I'm sure I could pull some favors and find new abilities you could use." 

On 4/18/2026 at 9:32 PM, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Cep kept his grip, stepping back and to the side to dodge, then reached out and...dragged the blade of the sword lightly against one of the many Threads connecting to Rebus, one flaring orange with power. He did not press enough to sever or even damage it, just lightly traced it, curious to see what would happen.

Rebus smiled. "Good form." Salt really was a natural at Narration, letting them go straight from technique to tactics. As Rebus thought about it, he was rather glad that Atlas had- Rebus flared with power, and new Threads wrapped around the sword, cutting off whatever it was he had been about to think. 

Night was beginning to fall, and Rebus stood on the top of a mountain, white longcoat blowing in the wind as he looked out into the sunset. "I wasn't expecting visitors," he said, then calmly snapped his fingers. Space warped around him, dropping Cep - sword and all - into the vision. 

On 4/20/2026 at 9:27 AM, Keke said:

"hUh??" He said a bit loud. "Im not jumping off in the middle of space!?" 

-

She blinked and then cried out in pain. "No! Everything hurts!" Her dress was tattered and her gloved mostly torn, underneath she had red burns that pulsed with some form of black energy, it was different then what was in the energy cores, that was blue. Her hair had also shifted to a dark brown instead of silver. 

-

Leinard chucked the corpse and limbs into an incinerator

-

salt held her hand out and focused, then the apple exploded then reformed. 

 

"You'll have to get away once you land, then. Good luck." 

-

Rebus leapt to his feet in alarm, though he nearly fell over afterwards. "I can lend you some Narration - that'll distance your mind from the pain - though I'm already spread far thinner than I'd prefer. Has anything like this happened before?" 

-

"That was fun, wasn't it? He was a real person, you know - I might even have let him go eventually." Amoebus's voice laughed in Leinard's ear. "Now, if you tell anyone I'm here, Rebus will probably lock you up forever, thinking that'll keep me trapped. You really don't want to be working for him anyway - he's about the third evilest person around." 

-

Rebus smiled. "Good form - a lot of novice Narrators go out of the way to specify that they're Narrating, which detracts from the purpose." Drawing two swords - which of course had not been there before - Rebus tossed one to Salt, then immediately lunged at her with the second. 

On 5/26/2026 at 2:40 PM, Aeoryi said:

The plotblade-creature thing let out a roar, a roar so strong that it echoed through time and all of space, where it could be heard anywhere within the thread. 

Return the Plotblades, it spoke through the minds of all characters within the thread, And you shall be spared.

@Verdance @Through The Living Star @Ink and Embers @Conure1243

Anyone who is in the thread with any sense of thread-awareness will be able to hear the creature speaking to their mind. Regardless of ability, all characters will notice the roar of the creature. 

Rebus's hand began to burn, excruciating pain radiating from the scar Redemption had inflicted. Rebus, however, simply gritted his teeth and deactivated the pain. "One apocalypse at a time, please. Unless you shall help against the Witherlord, I need a Blade." 

-

Eep! Cursed Treasure, highly alarmed by the development, felt like it maybe should have been consulted on all this. Are you sure you even want me? Lezterp is pretty nice, and I'm, er, hard to use. 

 @CoderDrag0n8 

[Keke They/he]

5 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

You'll have to get away once you land, then. Good luck." 

-

Rebus leapt to his feet in alarm, though he nearly fell over afterwards. "I can lend you some Narration - that'll distance your mind from the pain - though I'm already spread far thinner than I'd prefer. Has anything like this happened before?" 

-

"That was fun, wasn't it? He was a real person, you know - I might even have let him go eventually." Amoebus's voice laughed in Leinard's ear. "Now, if you tell anyone I'm here, Rebus will probably lock you up forever, thinking that'll keep me trapped. You really don't want to be working for him anyway - he's about the third evilest person around." 

-

Rebus smiled. "Good form - a lot of novice Narrators go out of the way to specify that they're Narrating, which detracts from the purpose." Drawing two swords - which of course had not been there before - Rebus tossed one to Salt, then immediately lunged at her with the second. 

he huffed. "Wait. If i jump do you have a way to teleport me should I jump? I will be out of any nullite feild."

-

she winced and stood. "No no, Dont do anything that'll harm yourself. Ill survive." She stood up wobbly. "Nothing like that happened. The withergeist likely disturbed the energy cells causing it to bounce off each other. Moving them to much caused it to become unstable and explode." She took off her gloves and used them to wrap over some scratches. "Im not sure how narration works exactly but you dont seem stable yourself so id be more concerned at that."

-

leinard growled. "WHAT HEY GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" he looked at jack. "Feather head! This guy says rebus isnt trustworthy!"

-

she grabbed it and brought it up in just enough time to block. "Hey!" She stumbled back, seeing as salt was a fair bit lighter and smaller than rebus. 

2 hours ago, Just A Silvereye said:

"Uhm, maybe? What do you need help with?" answered Olivarino, while looking in every direction. "And by the way, have you seen a wide brown case, full of glass bocals? I've lost it..."

He briefly covered his ear, trying to get rid of that annoying buzzing, to no avail.

She shook her head. "I havent seen your case, but a crazy jesk is chasing me and his altered shimmer induced boy is chasing me to!"

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

Yes, I saw that shortly after I posted.

”Heaven is a distraction.” The Witherlord murmured. “It is highly unlikely that the Authors will allow me to destroy it, at least not soon.”

The shadows shifted at Viridis’s whisper, and a woman’s voice rang out indignantly in the night. “Monkeys? Did you just assume I was a monkey?”

The Witherlord examined the figure. “You certainly look like one of my servants. Who are you?”

he twitched a bit at being called a servant. "I am            . I existed before and i am not a withergeist. But i assure you i will be a servant of your darkness should you let me." 

16 hours ago, Ascended Grubberfly said:

Verdance had to leave the Shard sadly, I don’t know if their characters were passed on.

 

The orb winked into existence next to the Witherlord. It had drifted in the Void for a time, exhausted after it had tried to open a way into Heaven.

Hey! I see you regained consciousness! The ball bounced eagerly. Is there a way I can help this time? I almost made a path into Heaven, but it seems my time with you has made me lean more Evil than Neutral.

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Skylight wandered in the Woods. He had spent so long alone, he wondered who was left. “9/10? Was that your name? You there?”

Was anyone left? Did anyone care?

Did the Voice deserve to be in control?

*watches amused as I know they cant actually get into Heaven unless i missed something. Wait what does he mean he almost carved a path?? Whos heaven are we talking about*

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

15 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

"Oh no." Rebus's eyes snapped open. "Oh no." He was dying, and the Witherlord hadn't even had to do anything. If that wasn't so frustrating, it might have even been funny. 

Rebus reached out to the Thread at large, watching all that had happed. He had to hold on... just a little longer... 

"Of course. He's terrifying, and if it was anyone else, I'd do everything I could to avoid drawing his ire." Rebus frowned. "But since he wants to kill almost everyone anyway, I might as well be doing something about it." 

-

Rebus smiled at Afterimage. "As you may know, I'm making a weapon against to use against the Witherlord. Would you happen to have any Luxite?"

"Yes, actually. I have some of the materials I need already." Rebus smiled sympathetically. "If you're worried about what you'll do without your powers, I'm sure I could pull some favors and find new abilities you could use." 

Rebus smiled. "Good form." Salt really was a natural at Narration, letting them go straight from technique to tactics. As Rebus thought about it, he was rather glad that Atlas had- Rebus flared with power, and new Threads wrapped around the sword, cutting off whatever it was he had been about to think. 

Night was beginning to fall, and Rebus stood on the top of a mountain, white longcoat blowing in the wind as he looked out into the sunset. "I wasn't expecting visitors," he said, then calmly snapped his fingers. Space warped around him, dropping Cep - sword and all - into the vision. 

"You'll have to get away once you land, then. Good luck." 

-

Rebus leapt to his feet in alarm, though he nearly fell over afterwards. "I can lend you some Narration - that'll distance your mind from the pain - though I'm already spread far thinner than I'd prefer. Has anything like this happened before?" 

-

"That was fun, wasn't it? He was a real person, you know - I might even have let him go eventually." Amoebus's voice laughed in Leinard's ear. "Now, if you tell anyone I'm here, Rebus will probably lock you up forever, thinking that'll keep me trapped. You really don't want to be working for him anyway - he's about the third evilest person around." 

-

Rebus smiled. "Good form - a lot of novice Narrators go out of the way to specify that they're Narrating, which detracts from the purpose." Drawing two swords - which of course had not been there before - Rebus tossed one to Salt, then immediately lunged at her with the second. 

Rebus's hand began to burn, excruciating pain radiating from the scar Redemption had inflicted. Rebus, however, simply gritted his teeth and deactivated the pain. "One apocalypse at a time, please. Unless you shall help against the Witherlord, I need a Blade." 

-

Eep! Cursed Treasure, highly alarmed by the development, felt like it maybe should have been consulted on all this. Are you sure you even want me? Lezterp is pretty nice, and I'm, er, hard to use. 

 @CoderDrag0n8 

The Scribe froze completely, and a figure, disfigured, appeared. “I have a plan. A failsafe, if yours does not work.” The figure, disfigured, paused, then opened a secret communication.

Spoiler

“I would advise that you continue to work with the Scribe, but know that he is… I am experimenting, with him. Trying to take his canon, become his Author. Once I do, I can use this blade..” An adhesive slime formed in front of the figure, disfigured, suspended as a ball in the air. “Retcon, to control what happens to him. I hope to do the same with the Witherlord, but it requires more… deliberation. I will at the least weaken the Witherlord through these methods, opening him to your attack. Reducing the severity of the sacrifice required. But I will need the assent of the Witherlord’s Author, and access to his Mindscape. Should this fail, I would that you focus on the Scribe’s lost power, from your contract with him. You may be able to command it, and sacrifice it, if you find some way to interface with it.”

—

“I do, actually. But… it’s part of me. I can’t separate it from the Mordite reliably, and trying to do so would probably kill me.”

[DragonHeir he/him]

4 minutes ago, Keke said:

he huffed. "Wait. If i jump do you have a way to teleport me should I jump? I will be out of any nullite feild."

-

she winced and stood. "No no, Dont do anything that'll harm yourself. Ill survive." She stood up wobbly. "Nothing like that happened. The withergeist likely disturbed the energy cells causing it to bounce off each other. Moving them to much caused it to become unstable and explode." She took off her gloves and used them to wrap over some scratches. "Im not sure how narration works exactly but you dont seem stable yourself so id be more concerned at that."

-

leinard growled. "WHAT HEY GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" he looked at jack. "Feather head! This guy says rebus isnt trustworthy!"

-

she grabbed it and brought it up in just enough time to block. "Hey!" She stumbled back, seeing as salt was a fair bit lighter and smaller than rebus. 

"Of course I do," Rebus said. "You can break the pen in half - one part has a teleporter and this speaker, and the other will make a simulacrum of you so nobody gets suspicious."

- 

"Any substantial Narration will attract withergeists like a beacon, so I don't need the power anyway." Rebus took his coat off, using a little multitool to cut strips from the hem and sleeves. 

-

"Isn't trustworthy?" Amoebus laughed ruefully. "Rebus would gladly kill everyone on this planet if he though it would benefit him." 

-

Rebus just smiled, and lunged forwards again. Salt expertly wrapped her arm around the sword - careful not to touch the edges - and simply pulled it out of his hand. Rebus grinned. "You have no idea how to do that, correct?"

1 minute ago, Through the Living Wrath said:

The Scribe froze completely, and a figure, disfigured, appeared. “I have a plan. A failsafe, if yours does not work.” The figure, disfigured, paused, then opened a secret communication.

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“I would advise that you continue to work with the Scribe, but know that he is… I am experimenting, with him. Trying to take his canon, become his Author. Once I do, I can use this blade..” An adhesive slime formed in front of the figure, disfigured, suspended as a ball in the air. “Retcon, to control what happens to him. I hope to do the same with the Witherlord, but it requires more… deliberation. I will at the least weaken the Witherlord through these methods, opening him to your attack. Reducing the severity of the sacrifice required. But I will need the assent of the Witherlord’s Author, and access to his Mindscape. Should this fail, I would that you focus on the Scribe’s lost power, from your contract with him. You may be able to command it, and sacrifice it, if you find some way to interface with it.”

—

“I do, actually. But… it’s part of me. I can’t separate it from the Mordite reliably, and trying to do so would probably kill me.”

Rebus nodded, not especially surprised to see the eldritch Author persona. 

Spoiler

"What you're describing, as I'm sure you know and even intend, would have dire consequences for the Thread as a whole." Rebus paused. "But of course, we may need all the help we can get. If it comes to it, I will do what you say."

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Rebus frowned. "That's unfortunate. But I suppose..." He trailed off. "Can you fork your being?"

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

12 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

"Of course I do," Rebus said. "You can break the pen in half - one part has a teleporter and this speaker, and the other will make a simulacrum of you so nobody gets suspicious."

- 

"Any substantial Narration will attract withergeists like a beacon, so I don't need the power anyway." Rebus took his coat off, using a little multitool to cut strips from the hem and sleeves. 

-

"Isn't trustworthy?" Amoebus laughed ruefully. "Rebus would gladly kill everyone on this planet if he though it would benefit him." 

-

Rebus just smiled, and lunged forwards again. Salt expertly wrapped her arm around the sword - careful not to touch the edges - and simply pulled it out of his hand. Rebus grinned. "You have no idea how to do that, correct?"

Rebus nodded, not especially surprised to see the eldritch Author persona. 

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"What you're describing, as I'm sure you know and even intend, would have dire consequences for the Thread as a whole." Rebus paused. "But of course, we may need all the help we can get. If it comes to it, I will do what you say."

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Rebus frowned. "That's unfortunate. But I suppose..." He trailed off. "Can you fork your being?"

Spoiler

A nod. “If I do not receive assent, I will still attempt to infect the Witherlord with the Plague, to weaken it. It was part of my plan to use the Plague as a type of Parasite, but the logic is not yet sound.”

(To no one in particular down there…)

 

Wish sat atop his tower, observing the actions of the Witherlord. It called to a servant—one with ten years remaining on his contract. Ten years until Wish would again trick him into another eternity of service.

Wish would make this clear. This is a show of power.

The servant appeared next to him, kneeling and not daring to stare at the bright light of Wish. “Master?”

”Kingslayer. I require your services in the material realm. I would that you are careful in the domain of Authority, but you must exit my land.”

He gave Kingslayer instructions, and a small package. “Handle it with the utmost care.”

that’s rly difficult to read, so transliteration

Spoiler

Wish sat atop his tower, observing the actions of the Witherlord. It called to a servant—one with ten years remaining on his contract. Ten years until Wish would again trick him into another eternity of service.

Wish would make this clear. This is a show of power.

The servant appeared next to him, kneeling and not daring to stare at the bright light of Wish. “Master?”

”Kingslayer. I require your services in the material realm. I would that you are careful in the domain of Authority, but you must exit my land.”

He gave Kingslayer instructions, and a small package. “Handle it with the utmost care.”

 

Kingslayer appeared on the side of a mountain, peddling a cart that said, “Tours! Free tours of the expansive Thread and it’s Monsters!” He repeated this text aloud every so often, for all to hear. 

[Keke They/he]

43 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

"Of course I do," Rebus said. "You can break the pen in half - one part has a teleporter and this speaker, and the other will make a simulacrum of you so nobody gets suspicious."

- 

"Any substantial Narration will attract withergeists like a beacon, so I don't need the power anyway." Rebus took his coat off, using a little multitool to cut strips from the hem and sleeves. 

-

"Isn't trustworthy?" Amoebus laughed ruefully. "Rebus would gladly kill everyone on this planet if he though it would benefit him." 

-

Rebus just smiled, and lunged forwards again. Salt expertly wrapped her arm around the sword - careful not to touch the edges - and simply pulled it out of his hand. Rebus grinned. "You have no idea how to do that, correct?"

He nodded. "Alright." He snapped the pen when no one was looking. He slid to the back and dropped out of the trash chute. And (likely) landed next to rebus and Kai. 

-

After she was sufficiently not bleeding out she looked around. They were on a rocky planet, seemingly nothing for miles except a small house not to far away. She scrunched her face trying to oriente herself. "Ah evergod I cant think of what planet this is."

-

Jack narrowed his eyes. "And dax made a deal with him. I knew he was bad news."

-

salt blinked. "HEH? No?!"