The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[NameIess]

Just now, Aeoliae said:

Rirrom tapped Power's power, and reversed it completely back to Power, then exploded in white light, probably blowing up power.

Just before he could do this, a hand grabbed Rirrom's shoulder. "No! destroy Power and her narration will explode uncontrollably, doing unspeakable damage. You must help her channel her strength, not seek to destroy the only thing keeping it contained."

[Aeoryi she/her]

Just now, Nameless* said:

Just before he could do this, a hand grabbed Rirrom's shoulder. "No! destroy Power and her narration will explode uncontrollably, doing unspeakable damage. You must help her channel her strength, not seek to destroy the only thing keeping it contained."

Rirrom tried to absorb all of Power's Power, using a reverse magic flow.

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

The once author counted the people. “Why aren’t there ten!” He yelled over the noise.

 

Edited August 24, 2023 by Ancient Elantrian

[Immortal Platypus]

this thread is 5 years old, that's crazy

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

18 minutes ago, Being of Cacophony said:

say less *evil grin*

Platypus watched the Ronds carefully, reading their thoughts as they circled him. He let blades come within centimeters of him. The power flowed through him, the battle flowed into him. It was a dance, and he was an expert. Rushing around, he jumped off a blade, kicked another into the head of one clone, and landed facing the real Rond.

Platypus stuck his newly re-summoned Narrationblade into the rift, imbuing it with strength too. He got thrown back as the rift closed but the power was there.

Reading Rond's thoughts, Platypus almost felt regret. Then he remembered how Rond and Feanor summoned spirits and Feanor kill Thaidakar. His resolve hardened.

Seeing the beams bouncing around, Platypus instinctively knew they would aim for him. Who else could they aim for. How little Rond truly knew. As the beams burst towards him, he dropped his Blades. He couldn't be slowed down for this. Leaving the Blades floating in the air this whole fight we've been floating  he jumped. The beams followed him and he jumped, ducked, contorted, and twirled through the gaps. Soon a beam had hit each of the duplicate Ronds, dispatching them. He picked up his swords in time, crossed them, and raised them to the height of the beam. Swirling power of Vengeance, Narration, and reality formed a matching beam and the beams hit. The explosion caused all within 70 miles to see the mushroom cloud if they looked. Platypus stalked through the smoke, Blades still glowing, though his glow was slightly diminished.

"Oh, Rond," he called sing-songingly. "Ready to die yet?"

Emerging from the smoke, Platypus stood face to face with Rond. Then he started moving. He started simple, figure 8s, jumping over Rond, who was the cross in the 8. Then he got faster and more complex until the ground was smoking in a runic shape.

"Meet the Platypi's language. Consider yourself lucky, you're the only outsider to see it. This mean Vengeance. You tried to kill my friends. Thaidakar DIED!" he screamed. "But I've had enough." 

Suddenly he stopped, directly in front of Rond.

"It was a good fight," he said, voice coming from behind. He slashed and stabbed at the same time, aiming to sever the head and skewer the heart. As soon as he attacked he knew that if nothing interfered, Rond was a goner.

I want to give you my rep, but I've ran out for the day XD

The Ronds didn't all die. Some fell to the ground in an implosion because of the eruption of energy, of course, but not all of them had fallen to the chaotic Platypus's blades. Those who remained had absorbed the energy, floating high in the air and forming a circle, energy burning anyone's eyes if they lucked up at the unholy group. Darkness shrouded them as pure power coalesced in the midst of them, preparing for the right time to strike...

Rond hid a conniving grin as Platypus carved the rune in the ground, landing calmly on the ground, getting ready to fight. Once Platypus moved behind him, he readied himself. Then, when the blade touched his back slightly, he released the energy that had come from the shockwave from earlier. It rebounded into Platypus's blade and into Platypus himself, either ripping him apart or sending him a ways back. Rond leapt into the air, swinging the Unholy blade with a masterful stroke.

The beam prepared by the clones hit the sword. The scientist channeled the energy, feeding his anger, his hatred, his rage, his unbridled emotions that had grown since the beginning. Ever since he'd known Thaidakar. Ever since he'd known that he was in TLT. This was his moment! This was his spotlight! He knew he would most likely die in the end, but he was determined to meet death knowing that he'd fought with all of his heart. If he was to die, he would die in glory with power in his stance, energy in his movements and conviction in his mind. He was Rond! He was the scientist who had prepared Thaidakar for the world! He was the one who knew what it was like to fail time and time again, to be cast aside by those who thought they knew better, to be thrown into the pits of darkness by those who thought they were in the light! Rond had enough with those arrogant fools who called themselves heroes. Rond knew better than all of them. Everyone's selfish. In the end, they all are. "Heroes" will betray those they love most to survive. His experience taught him this. For, in TLT, the only heroes were those who took the time to help others in between their quests for personal gain.

He had example upon example of this. And, he decided, it was time to end their reign upon TLT. It was time to start something knew.

With a scream of pure animalistic desire for the annihilation of his enemies, Rond poured all the resentment into the beam, strengthening it beyond what it had been before. Rond landed with a burst of power, the blade's energy slamming into the ground. Energy beamed out of the tip, forming hundreds of tendrils of energy. There was no feasible way for Platypus to escape unscathed. Rond laughed, the Unholy sword thrumming under his grip, as if laughing along with him in an evil harmony. He would finally become who he wanted to be! Rond could finally... finally... become who he wanted to be...

A small voice in the back of his head whispered, Is this who you are, Rond, a monster? You were the one thing that helped him survive. You are a brilliant scientist. You claimed you were upright and moral. And... you were. What happened to that Rond?

"He died, long ago," Rond grunted under his breath.

Then we'll have to resurrect him, I suppose.

 

A boy sat in an empty room, crying, bruises covering his back, blood oozing from between the purple blotches. The boy was thin and pale with a mop of black hair over his head, a book in his hands titled Fablehaven. Another, older, boy came in, helping him with the bruises kindly, with caring. The older one was Rond. The younger was Thaidakar.

Click.

Thaidakar, a few years older, sat on a bed, smiling, "I think I'm going to ask out Sally."

Rond grinned from the bed across from him, "You can do it! I know it!" He was fiddling with a chemistry set.

Click.

Rond was another year older than in the previous memory, helping Thaidakar with homework.

Click.

Rond was helping those around him in a new city.

Click.

Rond was beating an old man with a whip.

Click.

Rond was helping Thaidakar become a Narrator.

Click.

Rond was stabbing someone repeatedly

Click.

Rond was helping someone cross the road.

Click.

Click.

Click.

 

Memory upon memory flowed in Rond's mind. He. groaned, "Make it stop... please..."

10 minutes ago, Nameless* said:

The instant Rirrom's hand touched Power, it was consumed by cracks of light. The cracks spread up his arm and onto his chest, destabilizing his very soul.

Power did not respond in words. Instead, Feanor felt a pressure. The same pressure that Curiosity had felt, the pressure that had killed the brave adventurer. The pressure that many on TLT had felt, and few lived to fear. Feanor felt the pressure of knowing something infinitely more powerful than him wanted him dead.

"Right. Let's get to work then." Unintelligible limped slowly towards the nearest spirit.

The figures began to appear. First to arrive was Story, who had been watching this already. Next was Honor, who felt it best to respond promptly to the summons. After that, Pride and Megalomaniacal god-complex appeared, looking much the worse for the wear. After that, Emotion, who'd had quite the job supporting ten different versions of herself all at the same time. Around the field, beams of light shot up from where Whimsy, Curiosity, Reasoning, and Power stood. In all, nine splinters of Subversion were now present.

Reasoning glanced around, counting to herself. "Where's Imagination? She should be here. She was the one who wanted to find Power in the first place."

Micheal nodded, attacking a spirit.

10 minutes ago, Nameless* said:

The instant Rirrom's hand touched Power, it was consumed by cracks of light. The cracks spread up his arm and onto his chest, destabilizing his very soul.

Power did not respond in words. Instead, Feanor felt a pressure. The same pressure that Curiosity had felt, the pressure that had killed the brave adventurer. The pressure that many on TLT had felt, and few lived to fear. Feanor felt the pressure of knowing something infinitely more powerful than him wanted him dead.

"Right. Let's get to work then." Unintelligible limped slowly towards the nearest spirit.

The figures began to appear. First to arrive was Story, who had been watching this already. Next was Honor, who felt it best to respond promptly to the summons. After that, Pride and Megalomaniacal god-complex appeared, looking much the worse for the wear. After that, Emotion, who'd had quite the job supporting ten different versions of herself all at the same time. Around the field, beams of light shot up from where Whimsy, Curiosity, Reasoning, and Power stood. In all, nine splinters of Subversion were now present.

Reasoning glanced around, counting to herself. "Where's Imagination? She should be here. She was the one who wanted to find Power in the first place."

Feanor disconnected himself from Power, figuring out a plan to come back another time.

would've written more, but my eyes feel like they're about to melt in their sockets. I'll be back tomorrow. Night.

[NameIess]

15 minutes ago, Aeoliae said:

Rirrom tried to absorb all of Power's Power, using a reverse magic flow.

The power flowed into Rirrom freely, so much that his mind could barely comprehend the scale. Whoever had grabbed him continued talking, hand still on his shoulder. "You cannot contain this much power any better than she can. Your soul is not prepared to handle two narrator's worth of power, and besides that Power has been absorbing ambient narrative energy for as long as she's been separated. You must channel it. Like this." The grip on Rirrom's shoulder tightened, and the weight of the power he held lessened somewhat.

Suddenly, a beautiful castle sprung up on the horizon. Despite the distance, Rirrom could see in his minds-eye the most intricate of details. It was inhabited by a court of ancients, semi-human entities who had existed since the dawn of time, sworn protectors against the Krad Nortap.

"See? You must use it up safely as Power cannot. Just hold out a little longer, and we can fix this. Please, you must do this." The hand let go of Rirrom's shoulder, and he was alone. 

11 minutes ago, Ancient Elantrian said:

The once author counted the people. “Why aren’t there ten!” He yelled over the noise.

Reasoning looked around in a panic, then gasped. "There! Over next to Power! She's coming this way!"

Imagination walked quickly. "Once-Author. You are the only one who can fix this. Please. You are the only one here who has the skill at narrating narrators to fix this. You must make us whole once more, and quickly, or else I fear it will be too late. Power will cause irrevocable damage to this thread, and I, Subversion, will be dead."

I've got to go to bed as well. I have school tomorrow morning.

Edited August 24, 2023 by Nameless*

[Scars of Hathsin he/him]

Arranis felt the power of his author, powering him, as he fought the monster that had been flung, stabbing it over and over with his blade, with constant parts and alterations happening to his body, and when the final one seems to dissipate, he turns into kandra like goo, speeding back to where everything was happening. 

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I wasn't gone for long, and now a lot of things have been happening, would someone give me a quick rundown, i read the pages but am still a bit lost.

 

[Aeoryi she/her]

7 minutes ago, Nameless* said:

The power flowed into Rirrom freely, so much that his mind could barely comprehend the scale. Whoever had grabbed him continued talking, hand still on his shoulder. "You cannot contain this much power any better than she can. Your soul is not prepared to handle two narrator's worth of power, and besides that Power has been absorbing ambient narrative energy for as long as she's been separated. You must channel it. Like this." The grip on Rirrom's shoulder tightened, and the weight of the power he held lessened somewhat.

Suddenly, a beautiful castle sprung up on the horizon. Despite the distance, Rirrom could see in his minds-eye the most intricate of details. It was inhabited by a court of ancients, semi-human entities who had existed since the dawn of time, sworn protectors against the Krad Nortap.

"See? You must use it up safely as Power cannot. Just hold out a little longer, and we can fix this. Please, you must do this." The hand let go of Rirrom's shoulder, and he was alone. 

Reasoning looked around in a panic, then gasped. "There! Over next to Power! She's coming this way!"

Imagination walked quickly. "Once-Author. You are the only one who can fix this. Please. You are the only one here who has the skill at narrating narrators to fix this. You must make us whole once more, and quickly, or else I fear it will be too late. Power will cause irrevocable damage to this thread, and I, Subversion, will be dead."

I've got to go to bed as well. I have school tomorrow morning.

It was beautiful. Beautiful chaos. Power (the magic) immediately left him, returning to Power (the being). Rirrom preformed the ultimate move. He created a complete mirror veil around Power, surrounding Power with an equal force should power use his power.

[Immortal Platypus]

22 minutes ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

I want to give you my rep, but I've ran out for the day XD

The Ronds didn't all die. Some fell to the ground in an implosion because of the eruption of energy, of course, but not all of them had fallen to the chaotic Platypus's blades. Those who remained had absorbed the energy, floating high in the air and forming a circle, energy burning anyone's eyes if they lucked up at the unholy group. Darkness shrouded them as pure power coalesced in the midst of them, preparing for the right time to strike...

Rond hid a conniving grin as Platypus carved the rune in the ground, landing calmly on the ground, getting ready to fight. Once Platypus moved behind him, he readied himself. Then, when the blade touched his back slightly, he released the energy that had come from the shockwave from earlier. It rebounded into Platypus's blade and into Platypus himself, either ripping him apart or sending him a ways back. Rond leapt into the air, swinging the Unholy blade with a masterful stroke.

The beam prepared by the clones hit the sword. The scientist channeled the energy, feeding his anger, his hatred, his rage, his unbridled emotions that had grown since the beginning. Ever since he'd known Thaidakar. Ever since he'd known that he was in TLT. This was his moment! This was his spotlight! He knew he would most likely die in the end, but he was determined to meet death knowing that he'd fought with all of his heart. If he was to die, he would die in glory with power in his stance, energy in his movements and conviction in his mind. He was Rond! He was the scientist who had prepared Thaidakar for the world! He was the one who knew what it was like to fail time and time again, to be cast aside by those who thought they knew better, to be thrown into the pits of darkness by those who thought they were in the light! Rond had enough with those arrogant fools who called themselves heroes. Rond knew better than all of them. Everyone's selfish. In the end, they all are. "Heroes" will betray those they love most to survive. His experience taught him this. For, in TLT, the only heroes were those who took the time to help others in between their quests for personal gain.

He had example upon example of this. And, he decided, it was time to end their reign upon TLT. It was time to start something knew.

With a scream of pure animalistic desire for the annihilation of his enemies, Rond poured all the resentment into the beam, strengthening it beyond what it had been before. Rond landed with a burst of power, the blade's energy slamming into the ground. Energy beamed out of the tip, forming hundreds of tendrils of energy. There was no feasible way for Platypus to escape unscathed. Rond laughed, the Unholy sword thrumming under his grip, as if laughing along with him in an evil harmony. He would finally become who he wanted to be! Rond could finally... finally... become who he wanted to be...

A small voice in the back of his head whispered, Is this who you are, Rond, a monster? You were the one thing that helped him survive. You are a brilliant scientist. You claimed you were upright and moral. And... you were. What happened to that Rond?

"He died, long ago," Rond grunted under his breath.

Then we'll have to resurrect him, I suppose.

 

A boy sat in an empty room, crying, bruises covering his back, blood oozing from between the purple blotches. The boy was thin and pale with a mop of black hair over his head, a book in his hands titled Fablehaven. Another, older, boy came in, helping him with the bruises kindly, with caring. The older one was Rond. The younger was Thaidakar.

Click.

Thaidakar, a few years older, sat on a bed, smiling, "I think I'm going to ask out Sally."

Rond grinned from the bed across from him, "You can do it! I know it!" He was fiddling with a chemistry set.

Click.

Rond was another year older than in the previous memory, helping Thaidakar with homework.

Click.

Rond was helping those around him in a new city.

Click.

Rond was beating an old man with a whip.

Click.

Rond was helping Thaidakar become a Narrator.

Click.

Rond was stabbing someone repeatedly

Click.

Rond was helping someone cross the road.

Click.

Click.

Click.

 

Memory upon memory flowed in Rond's mind. He. groaned, "Make it stop... please..."

Micheal nodded, attacking a spirit.

Feanor disconnected himself from Power, figuring out a plan to come back another time.

would've written more, but my eyes feel like they're about to melt in their sockets. I'll be back tomorrow. Night.

NO! good night sleepy head  

Platypus stayed where he was. He felt the shockwave pass him by, shielded by his alignment with his Plotblade. But he threw up his illusion of himself getting torn to pieces, overconfident smirk literally ripped off his face. Feeling his enemies anguish at the old memories, he threw his own memories of heroes into the mix while his illusion seemed to die.

The Adventurer helping Sequence in the building contest for the Plotblade.

Click.

Platypus' family dying over his body to protect him from the Mordite shrapnel that had killed the Immortal Platypi.

Click.

Platypus going to his home every year to mourn his family.

Click.

The king of the elves granting Platypus shelter from the dreaded draiemons who had killed his whole species with Mordite.

Click.

The images began going faster.

The elves' armies dying until a hero, a Narrator long forgotten, saved them from the draiemons.

Click.

The hero, graciously accepting thanks, offering to stay and protect the elves forever. The elves accepted and the hero that was a Narrator lived a long life with them, in the end, giving his life to protect them.

Cli-

Suddenly the images stop as the illusion was fully torn apart. Platypus was silently, invisibly weeping at the memory of his family and mentor as he dropped from where he was, blocking any beams near him with his Blade. He let his Blades go. He would not kill Rond unless it was needed. Feanor, he would kill. But Rond... he would do his best to spare Rond.

 

10 minutes ago, Scars of Hathsin said:

Arranis felt the power of his author, powering him, as he fought the monster that had been flung, stabbing it over and over with his blade, with constant parts and alterations happening to his body, and when the final one seems to dissipate, he turns into kandra like goo, speeding back to where everything was happening. 

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I wasn't gone for long, and now a lot of things have been happening, would someone give me a quick rundown, i read the pages but am still a bit lost.

 

The being is dead, Power (personified, it is Subversion's power with nothing else) is in danger of destroying TLT, Platypus is fighting Rond, Thaidakar is dead, and maybe a few other things. 

@Scars of Hathsin

Edited August 24, 2023 by Being of Cacophony

[Scars of Hathsin he/him]

Arranis, feels the power coming of the being in the centre of the place, seemingly giving power freely, including the power of character development, and summoning his plot blade, he tries to soak some of the energy, trying to stop it from ripping apart the thread. His swords thirst for change slowly slackening.

Edited August 24, 2023 by Scars of Hathsin

[Immortal Platypus]

hey, ya'll don't defeat Power until either Rond doesn't fight anymore or he attacks me, I have a plan for what I want to do, but it involves Power

[Scars of Hathsin he/him]

Yep, my character isn't doing much I imagine anyways

[Guest Ψιτιsτηε Βεsτ]

Falvan came to the rest of the group. “Tell me what to hit.” He said. He thought as if a new person was inhabiting his new body. He had Changed. He made his wings wrap around his body, and mould to make armor. They wrapped around his legs and his arms, strengthening them. He held out his sword. I will fight. It is right. And for the first time, I will do what is right, because it is right. 
 

A disntant voice sounded. “Ahhhhhhhh!” It got louder and louder until it slammed into the ground. Then, sitting on the ground was a pebble. The ground beneath it surged upward. It formed a huge, 12 foot tall body made of stone. “I am called Them. I am ready. What can I do?”

 

Also there is a hole in Reasoning’s pant pocket sorry.

Edited August 24, 2023 by ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

10 hours ago, Nameless* said:

Reasoning looked around in a panic, then gasped. "There! Over next to Power! She's coming this way!"

Imagination walked quickly. "Once-Author. You are the only one who can fix this. Please. You are the only one here who has the skill at narrating narrators to fix this. You must make us whole once more, and quickly, or else I fear it will be too late. Power will cause irrevocable damage to this thread, and I, Subversion, will be dead."

The once author acted quickly. He touched each of the ten people and drew a line from them into a single point. Frost began forming on his hand as he did so, but he kept going. When he finished he wrote one word where the ten lines converged. He nodded at the ten of them. It was done. Then he collapsed to the ground, the frost spreading down his arms and legs, and up his chest. He stared into the distance, unresponsive.

 @Nameless*

Edited August 24, 2023 by Ancient Elantrian

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

"yawn- HOLY SHOOT OFF- WHAT HAPPENED"

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

21 hours ago, Nameless* said:

"Yeah. Well, if you try not to trip me by accident, I'll make sure not to stab you by accident."

Everyone shrugged. "No promises."

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

"WHAT JUST HAPPENED? WHY DO I FEEL A TON OF MAGIC- AND WHY DOES THAT GUY HAVE A MAJOR WOUND-"

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

Everyone shrugged.

[NameIess]

11 hours ago, Aeoliae said:

It was beautiful. Beautiful chaos. Power (the magic) immediately left him, returning to Power (the being). Rirrom preformed the ultimate move. He created a complete mirror veil around Power, surrounding Power with an equal force should power use his power.

The veil strained, but held. Barely. Power's form was completely lost to the energy within her, the whirling mass of pure narration that fought to break free of Rirrom's mirror veil. Slowly, Rirrom felt the veil begin to crack, the power slipping from his grasp. Then, suddenly, something changed.

2 hours ago, Ancient Elantrian said:

The once author acted quickly. He touched each of the ten people and drew a line from them into a single point. Frost began forming on his hand as he did so, but he kept going. When he finished he wrote one word where the ten lines converged. He nodded at the ten of them. It was done. Then he collapsed to the ground, the frost spreading down his arms and legs, and up his chest. He stared into the distance, unresponsive.

Imagination, Curiosity, Reasoning, Whimsy, Emotion, Story, Pride, Megalomaniacal god-complex, and Honor nodded to the once author in thanks, then as one were pulled by the lines into the mass of narration that was Power.

Rirrom saw the lines of light converging on Power, saw them pulse with energy as the ten pieces of Subversion rejoined.

Immediately, the pressure on was lightened, although it did not let up entirely. Within his mirror veil, the mass of Narration began to spin, shrinking in on itself in jerky, unpredictable movements. As it did so, the light, which had dimmed somewhat as Power had distorted, returned to its blinding level and then grew even brighter, making it impossible to see what was happening to the splinters of Subversion.

An instant later, the pressure on Rirrom vanished entirely as the light coming from within the mirror veil ceased. Inside it was one figure, resting on hands and knees, an expression of absolute concentration on her face.

Subversion was whole once more.

27 minutes ago, Sequence said:

Everyone shrugged. "No promises."

Unintelligible stared at Everyone, barely able to stay on his feet. "...What were you responding to? I forgot what we were talking about."

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

18 minutes ago, Nameless* said:

Unintelligible stared at Everyone, barely able to stay on his feet. "...What were you responding to? I forgot what we were talking about."

"Hey it's not my fault this place gains like six pages every night." Everyone said defensively. "Are you dying or something?"

[Immortal Platypus]

Platypus looked over because he knew Rond didn't know where he was. I knew Subversion coming together would be important. I didn't think it would be that important though. And... I need to get Unintelligible a sword. He's very useful when he can do things.

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

"youre thinking too loud"

[Immortal Platypus]

Just now, TheRavenHasLanded said:

"youre thinking too loud"

"Shh," he thought into the mind of the person he forgot the name of. "That's cause I was letting a couple people see those thoughts, including you, Subversion, and a few others. Trust me, with Vengeance at it's current level, if I wanted to stay completely unfindable, I could."

[NameIess]

4 minutes ago, Sequence said:

"Hey it's not my fault this place gains like six pages every night." Everyone said defensively. "Are you dying or something?"

Unintelligible shook his head very slowly. "No, just almost died. I'll recover just fine."

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

"almost dying is my specialty, any ways, anyone wanna see something fun?" he proceeds to stick his staff, mutter a word under his breath, and create purple cracks in the ground. "magical dynamite"

 

"the names abalodor, if ya wondering"

Edited August 24, 2023 by TheRavenHasLanded
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