The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[xinoehp512 he/him]

7 hours ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

“I can relate to that.” Template says. 

“I will help you. Maybe I can find a purpose as well.” 

Rebus, having effectively been re-granted an informed ability, sends a thankful letter anyway, careful to use mundane (or non-Narrative, at least) channels. He looks through the letter for applications or techniques he isn’t using yet, hoping that in doing so he’ll get some more information out of the description. 

The Render perks up at the inexplicably transmitted message, pausing construction on its now-sprawling monument. “Who are you? I need to return.” 

The letter was absent of tips on how to be a Narrator. Presumably, Onyx figured that it would come naturally.

7 hours ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

 

“I don’t know. A few of them approached in the form of shadows, we didn’t see them until they were on us. Me and Tald got away. But that night…” Palsu’s eyes took on a haunted look. “They called in the voices of our friends. Tald ran ahead of me and they- they-“ he looked down. “I ran. Found this cave, and hid in it. I’ve been here for… three days now? I’m almost out of supplies.”

Subversion sent a return letter. Plotblade are normally found on quests, and there are other malevolent entities such as the denizens of the Maelstrom or some Narrators that are particularly nasty, but the Witherlord is, in my mind at least, the preeminent evil of the Thread. And don’t worry about compensation.

As the battle continues, the Emperor’s forces begin pushing back the forces of chaos. Soon the Beast is among the last standing. Oddly, despite the terrible odds against him, he laughs. “You have lost, little Emperor.“

“Indeed!” Subversion smiles broadly. “Don’t worry, I’m safe. What are you here for?”

 

"Safe? How can you be safe?"

7 hours ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

“Very well. I shall finalize the preparations for the trial. We can set the date to… later today, perhaps? We’ll have to see how the ABF affects things.”

"ABF?"

7 hours ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

The Wise Judge looks down at it. “Ah. Well, the AB factor will be quite low. Perhaps the AGFM factor will be high too, although it’s hard to say.

"AGFM?"

2 hours ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

Tenth hesitated.  Knowing this… thing… is inside of me… albeit contained… I… it makes me sick. Not revolted, just… I don’t know.

Soory, I have exams about now, so haven’t been active much at all.

 

@Ookla the Inquisitive

Jilu looked at her companion. “Let’s go burn some stuff.”

Well, now that you know what it is, what are you going to do about it?

On 12/17/2024 at 7:57 PM, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Odd. Alright.

"You'll have to forgive me," said Bacon thoughtfully. "For some reason, my memory seems to be on the fritz. Did you say you have an answer?"

[NameIess]

5 hours ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

Template smiles back, but doesn’t say anything more. 

Kion shivers just from imagining it. But staying safe from relentless, unstoppable creatures? That was something he knew how to do. “That must have been terrible. You may not believe me, but I can relate. We’ll find you more supplies, and either shore up this cave or help you get somewhere safer. I hear there are resistance organizations.” 

Rebus sends a letter back, as such a communication method is indistinguishable from dialogue, at least to a Narrator. Thank you for the information. I’ll avoid the Witherlord, and though perhaps not other evil Narrators. The head demon of the Maelstrom actually contacted me, but I annoyed it away accidentally. It withdrew, I think, because even token assistance from an Author’s characters can open up their other characters to harm, due to buy-in. Unless of course it is my Author, who’ll apparently let anyone with a plausible explanation kill me, or perhaps someone particularly God-mod inclined, who may no-sell everything I do. 

 

4 hours ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

a dying person told them the one who is seven title. He had been kidnapped several months earlier and discovered half dead.

“Why were you in the Withered Forests, exactly?” 

“Thank you for helping me.” Palsu shivered. “I was sent here by a Narrator. We were researchers. I… just want to go home.”

40 minutes ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

The letter was absent of tips on how to be a Narrator. Presumably, Onyx figured that it would come naturally.

"Safe? How can you be safe?"

"ABF?"

"AGFM?"

Well, now that you know what it is, what are you going to do about it?

"You'll have to forgive me," said Bacon thoughtfully. "For some reason, my memory seems to be on the fritz. Did you say you have an answer?"

Subversion grinned. “Signed a contract that deals away my powers. For safety or some such nonsense.” She flipped her hair back over her shoulder carelessly. “What was your name again?”

—

The Wise Judge set down his reports. “ABF is Authorial business factor. AGFM is Author’s girlfriend’s motivation factor.”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 minute ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

 

“Thank you for helping me.” Palsu shivered. “I was sent here by a Narrator. We were researchers. I… just want to go home.”

Subversion grinned. “Signed a contract that deals away my powers. For safety or some such nonsense.” She flipped her hair back over her shoulder carelessly. “What was your name again?”

—

The Wise Judge set down his reports. “ABF is Authorial business factor. AGFM is Author’s girlfriend’s motivation factor.”

Perseus leaned against the wall. "This might be a problem. What we're doing here... it's very dangerous. We're going to have to escort him out of Ragnorok."

@Ookla the Inquisitive

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 hour ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

She grinned. "So... what exactly are we doing?"

"There isn't a whole lot going on right now plot-wise, so we're going to go explore the reefs and stuff."

1 hour ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

"You'll have to forgive me," said Bacon thoughtfully. "For some reason, my memory seems to be on the fritz. Did you say you have an answer?"

Yes. What's wrong?

Edited December 19, 2024 by Ookla the Inconclusive

[Immortal Platypus]

1 hour ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

The Wise Judge set down his reports. “ABF is Authorial business factor. AGFM is Author’s girlfriend’s motivation factor.”

...

shouldn't that be AGMF then?

[NameIess]

17 minutes ago, Ookla the Arbiter said:

...

shouldn't that be AGMF then?

No, the abbreviation of girlfriend is gf, and the Judge originally added factor on the end.

1 hour ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

Perseus leaned against the wall. "This might be a problem. What we're doing here... it's very dangerous. We're going to have to escort him out of Ragnorok."

@Ookla the Inquisitive

Moni frowned. “Through that exit guarded by the ruler of this place?”

[Immortal Platypus]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

No, the abbreviation of girlfriend is gf, and the Judge originally added factor on the end.

I know that girlfriend is GF, but I didn't see the last f and was very confused

Edited December 19, 2024 by Ookla the Arbiter

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

5 hours ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

She guided him on how to put it on. "So just put the wetsuit on over your clothes- yep! Now the pack goes on- there you go. Now the mask too . . . mhm. I'll just attach this . . ." she strung some small, clear tubes from the pack to the side of the mask so he could breathe. "Aaaand all set!"

He gave her a brief hug, then walked with her over to join the others.

Rebus or Template? I assume you meant Template, but like-

She looked at him curiously. "Interesting. There's got to be some pattern to how this works."

@Ookla the Irreplaceable

If you want Fael to come along she can. Otherwise she'll be all alone on the beach . . . 

Bat felt stupid. 

sorry I haven’t been on much 

Kajsa and I are playing around with smth rly fun 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

10 hours ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

"True . . . there's gotta be some way of- oh! Speaking of which, you might want to back away while I do this," she told him, turning to Shoe and Beosta and grinning at them mischievously.

Template does indeed back away, trying not to be transformed into a pile of water or something. 

10 hours ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

Jilu zaps both for the funzies. 

The gasoline fountain once again becomes a satisfying pillar of fire. The normal fountain doesn’t do too much, although some of it does boils off. But when Rebus hits it with a piece of sodium, burning metal flies is all directions, then, landing in the bottom pool of water, explodes again. “Do we want something more interactive than that? Or maybe simply more impressive?” Rebus asks, smiling a bit dangerously. 

9 hours ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

The letter was absent of tips on how to be a Narrator. Presumably, Onyx figured that it would come naturally.

Rebus shrugs, then sends a new letter to Onyx asking about the Narration forbidding rules in his realm, and the other policies it has. He’s interested in visiting, apparently, and would rather not lose all his powers by doing anything rash. He asks specifically about the destruction of property charges he could incur by, say, opening a portal to the sun and melting everything within a mile to fight those small mosquito things. 

8 hours ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

“Thank you for helping me.” Palsu shivered. “I was sent here by a Narrator. We were researchers. I… just want to go home.”

8 hours ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

Perseus leaned against the wall. "This might be a problem. What we're doing here... it's very dangerous. We're going to have to escort him out of Ragnorok."

@Ookla the Inquisitive

“I can do that. I promise to do that.” Kion is solemn and determined. “I don’t care how much magic it takes. I will free you from this terrible place, even if it costs me my own life.” 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

8 hours ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

"There isn't a whole lot going on right now plot-wise, so we're going to go explore the reefs and stuff."

Yes. What's wrong?

"That's awesome!" she said, grinning.

7 hours ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

No, the abbreviation of girlfriend is gf, and the Judge originally added factor on the end.

Moni frowned. “Through that exit guarded by the ruler of this place?”

"It might be the only option."

42 minutes ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

Template does indeed back away, trying not to be transformed into a pile of water or something. 

The gasoline fountain once again becomes a satisfying pillar of fire. The normal fountain doesn’t do too much, although some of it does boils off. But when Rebus hits it with a piece of sodium, burning metal flies is all directions, then, landing in the bottom pool of water, explodes again. “Do we want something more interactive than that? Or maybe simply more impressive?” Rebus asks, smiling a bit dangerously. 

Rebus shrugs, then sends a new letter to Onyx asking about the Narration forbidding rules in his realm, and the other policies it has. He’s interested in visiting, apparently, and would rather not lose all his powers by doing anything rash. He asks specifically about the destruction of property charges he could incur by, say, opening a portal to the sun and melting everything within a mile to fight those small mosquito things. 

“I can do that. I promise to do that.” Kion is solemn and determined. “I don’t care how much magic it takes. I will free you from this terrible place, even if it costs me my own life.” 

Perseus nodded. "Good. This entire quest may cost us our lives."

[Cookie Spren]

17 hours ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

“Would you be content knowing that the Narrators and Withergeists that were strong enough to survive your attack destroyed your Empire and all in it while your forces fought Xal’Badreal?” A vision of the Empire appeared before the Emperor. The Enpire burning, beset by forces too great to withstand. “The demons of the Maelstrom may have been defeated in this possibility, but your people died with them. And more, many more, would die before the remnants were done.”

"I would not be content with that. But as I said, I am unable to control such things without intervention from the Authors. In that fact I believe that I must accept whatever the result, no matter how much it pains me. It means no such thing though that I won't try my hardest to fight against destiny if it wishes to destroy me."

14 hours ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

On 12/17/2024 at 1:43 PM, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

The doors of the temple creaked open, scraping stone. The inside was dark. 

im lazy ok

18 hours ago, Ookla the Cookie Collector said:

@oOklA thE shInyYyy

no. What did it say?

Just quoted it 

thx

Sylas walks in. "Seeing as you're not going anywhere." He says in an annoyed way. "We might as well get to know each other. I'll start. My name is Sylas, what about you."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

9 hours ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

Bat felt stupid. 

sorry I haven’t been on much 

Kajsa and I are playing around with smth rly fun 

Oooooo care to tell? :D:D:D

(and it's okay )

4 hours ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

Template does indeed back away, trying not to be transformed into a pile of water or something. 

"That won't happen," Tam reassured him, turning back to Shoe and Beosta.

"So . . . how do you two feel about octopi- octopodes? Octopuses?" She sighed. "You know what I mean."

@oOklA thE shInyYyy

3 hours ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"That's awesome!" she said, grinning.

She grinned back and nodded.

[OOKLA_the LIV She/They/Lesbian/hungry]

octo- pie

[NameIess]

4 hours ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

“I can do that. I promise to do that.” Kion is solemn and determined. “I don’t care how much magic it takes. I will free you from this terrible place, even if it costs me my own life.” 

 

3 hours ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"It might be the only option."

"Don't you have the key? Can that not make a way out of here?"

2 hours ago, Ookla the Cookie Collector said:

"I would not be content with that. But as I said, I am unable to control such things without intervention from the Authors. In that fact I believe that I must accept whatever the result, no matter how much it pains me. It means no such thing though that I won't try my hardest to fight against destiny if it wishes to destroy me."

"And what would you be willing to do in order to prevent this future? What sacrifices will you make in order to defeat the Maelstrom and save your people?"

--

The traveler walks up to the ethereal communication device and powers it on. Hopefully Tam and Bacon don't notice that I snuck away. She thought to herself. Maybe the villains of TLT will have an answer that the heroic and neutral characters don't. "Hello, is this Xal'Badreal? I want to talk to you."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

4 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

The traveler walks up to the ethereal communication device and powers it on. Hopefully Tam and Bacon don't notice that I snuck away. She thought to herself. Maybe the villains of TLT will have an answer that the heroic and neutral characters don't. "Hello, is this Xal'Badreal? I want to talk to you."

Tam, unfortunately for the traveler, had indeed noticed.

She semi-sneakily followed her.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

18 hours ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

a dying person told them the one who is seven title. He had been kidnapped several months earlier and discovered half dead.

“Why were you in the Withered Forests, exactly?” 

Before making a full recovery, I hope?

13 hours ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

 

“Thank you for helping me.” Palsu shivered. “I was sent here by a Narrator. We were researchers. I… just want to go home.”

Subversion grinned. “Signed a contract that deals away my powers. For safety or some such nonsense.” She flipped her hair back over her shoulder carelessly. “What was your name again?”

—

The Wise Judge set down his reports. “ABF is Authorial business factor. AGFM is Author’s girlfriend’s motivation factor.”

"Ah, of course," said Selppaenip, not understanding in the slightest.

13 hours ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

"There isn't a whole lot going on right now plot-wise, so we're going to go explore the reefs and stuff."

Yes. What's wrong?

"With my memory? I'm not sure. Or did you mean traveler-Subversion? I'm also not sure. I don't know if I fully understand her concerns..."

4 hours ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

Template does indeed back away, trying not to be transformed into a pile of water or something. 

The gasoline fountain once again becomes a satisfying pillar of fire. The normal fountain doesn’t do too much, although some of it does boils off. But when Rebus hits it with a piece of sodium, burning metal flies is all directions, then, landing in the bottom pool of water, explodes again. “Do we want something more interactive than that? Or maybe simply more impressive?” Rebus asks, smiling a bit dangerously. 

Rebus shrugs, then sends a new letter to Onyx asking about the Narration forbidding rules in his realm, and the other policies it has. He’s interested in visiting, apparently, and would rather not lose all his powers by doing anything rash. He asks specifically about the destruction of property charges he could incur by, say, opening a portal to the sun and melting everything within a mile to fight those small mosquito things. 

“I can do that. I promise to do that.” Kion is solemn and determined. “I don’t care how much magic it takes. I will free you from this terrible place, even if it costs me my own life.” 

Onyx answers that it is simply the way things are that if one uses Narration within his realm, it will be drained away.

He also warns against using excessive force within his realm.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

3 minutes ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

"With my memory? I'm not sure. Or did you mean traveler-Subversion? I'm also not sure. I don't know if I fully understand her concerns..."

Your memory- and I don't know if I fully understand her concerns, either. I'm still trying to figure it out.

[Cookie Spren]

34 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

"And what would you be willing to do in order to prevent this future? What sacrifices will you make in order to defeat the Maelstrom and save your people?"

"I'll go as far as to sacrifice myself if I have to. These people, the planes, They all mean very much to me. It is my quest to keep them all safe, no matter how annoying they may be." He says emphasizing the last bit with a frown.

36 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

The traveler walks up to the ethereal communication device and powers it on. Hopefully Tam and Bacon don't notice that I snuck away. She thought to herself. Maybe the villains of TLT will have an answer that the heroic and neutral characters don't. "Hello, is this Xal'Badreal? I want to talk to you."

"What does the Traveler wish to know?" The voice sounds grinding and acidic like a rusty water wheel being pushed by a viscous liquid.

[NameIess]

1 hour ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

"Ah, of course," said Selppaenip, not understanding in the slightest.

One day later, in the great courtroom of the Brave Adventurers...

The trial of the Great Wizard was at hand. All of those who signed their names on Sequence's hijacked invitations were teleported to the stands to observe, and anyone else who wished to come was welcome.

@Ookla the Arbiter @Ookla the Dragonslayer @OOKLA the strange @oOklA thE shInyYyy @Ookla the Inquisitive @Ookla the Cookie Collector @Ookla the Irreplaceable @Through The Living Glass @Ookla of the Shadows @Ookla the Pancake @Everyone

Summary of what this is in case you've forgotten/don't know:

Spoiler

The Great Wizard was a council member of an organization known as the Brave Adventurers. He discovered the existence of the two most dangerous Plotblades and attempted to find them in secret so as to protect the Thread, telling no one, not even his fellow council members of his actions. His actions were discovered, and the Brave Adventurer, leader of the order and a very shifty fellow, was able to get the Great Wizard removed from the council and declared a fugitive thanks to a very conveniently worded letter from the Dreamsmith that implied the GW was attempting to claim the Blades for himself. Some people on an adventure snuck into the council room while this was going on and caused a fight as they escaped, then met up with the GW and planned to help him find the Plotblades before they fell into the wrong hands (read: any hands). Before they could start on that, the Brave Adventurers caught up, and the ensuing battle ended with the party scattered, the Great Wizard captured, and several brave adventurers dead. Now the GW is on trial to determine the extent and true nature of his crimes, and all is progressing as the Brave Adventurer planned.

A hush spread over the watching crowd as the Great Wizard was led into the room, hands chained with glowing lines of magic, two dozen guards surrounding him. The imprisoned old man walked slowly to the Chair of the Accused, where he was locked in place with enchanted chains. Before him sat the council of the Brave Adventurers. The General, an imposing Ghanderflaffle wearing full ceremonial armor. The Valiant One, a young man who glared at the Great Wizard with the anger of one who has been betrayed. The Unseeable Thief, glancing from side to side as if expecting an attack at any moment. The Wise Scholar, head bowed. The Ancient Flaffle, a grandmotherly Ghanderflaffle in a simple brown dress. The Silent Hero, an impassive, implacable man who stared at the prisoner with an unreadable face. The Wise Judge, a thin man with round glasses and thin gray hair, wearing the robes of his station. And the Brave Adventurer, a short man with perfectly groomed blond hair dressed in a black suit. He sat polishing his iridescent pocketwatch, face filled with self-satisfaction.

The Wise Judge stood up, gripping his gavel tightly. "Are both sides prepared to make arguments? Who stands to accuse the defendant?"

An adventurer rose from a table beside the Chair of the Accused. "I am, your Honor. We are ready for the trial to begin."

"Very well. And the defense?" The Wise Judge turned his gaze to the table of the defense.

"That's us." ... whispered to Selppaenip. "Stand and acknowledge that you are the defense and that we are ready for the trial to begin."

1 hour ago, Ookla the Cookie Collector said:

"I'll go as far as to sacrifice myself if I have to. These people, the planes, They all mean very much to me. It is my quest to keep them all safe, no matter how annoying they may be." He says emphasizing the last bit with a frown.

"I see." Mist swirled around the Emperor, and he was sitting on his throne, Omen nowhere to be seen. Before him knelt a cloaked woman. "Mighty Emperor, I have come to offer my aid to you in the coming conflict. I can equip your army with mighty weapons that will destroy your enemies."

1 hour ago, Ookla the Cookie Collector said:

"What does the Traveler wish to know?" The voice sounds grinding and acidic like a rusty water wheel being pushed by a viscous liquid.

"What do you care about?"

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

12 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

One day later, in the great courtroom of the Brave Adventurers...

The trial of the Great Wizard was at hand. All of those who signed their names on Sequence's hijacked invitations were teleported to the stands to observe, and anyone else who wished to come was welcome.

@Ookla the Arbiter @Ookla the Dragonslayer @OOKLA the strange @oOklA thE shInyYyy @Ookla the Inquisitive @Ookla the Cookie Collector @Ookla the Irreplaceable @Through The Living Glass @Ookla of the Shadows @Ookla the Pancake @Everyone

Summary of what this is in case you've forgotten/don't know:

  Reveal hidden contents

The Great Wizard was a council member of an organization known as the Brave Adventurers. He discovered the existence of the two most dangerous Plotblades and attempted to find them in secret so as to protect the Thread, telling no one, not even his fellow council members of his actions. His actions were discovered, and the Brave Adventurer, leader of the order and a very shifty fellow, was able to get the Great Wizard removed from the council and declared a fugitive thanks to a very conveniently worded letter from the Dreamsmith that implied the GW was attempting to claim the Blades for himself. Some people on an adventure snuck into the council room while this was going on and caused a fight as they escaped, then met up with the GW and planned to help him find the Plotblades before they fell into the wrong hands (read: any hands). Before they could start on that, the Brave Adventurers caught up, and the ensuing battle ended with the party scattered, the Great Wizard captured, and several brave adventurers dead. Now the GW is on trial to determine the extent and true nature of his crimes, and all is progressing as the Brave Adventurer planned.

A hush spread over the watching crowd as the Great Wizard was led into the room, hands chained with glowing lines of magic, two dozen guards surrounding him. The imprisoned old man walked slowly to the Chair of the Accused, where he was locked in place with enchanted chains. Before him sat the council of the Brave Adventurers. The General, an imposing Ghanderflaffle wearing full ceremonial armor. The Valiant One, a young man who glared at the Great Wizard with the anger of one who has been betrayed. The Unseeable Thief, glancing from side to side as if expecting an attack at any moment. The Wise Scholar, head bowed. The Ancient Flaffle, a grandmotherly Ghanderflaffle in a simple brown dress. The Silent Hero, an impassive, implacable man who stared at the prisoner with an unreadable face. The Wise Judge, a thin man with round glasses and thin gray hair, wearing the robes of his station. And the Brave Adventurer, a short man with perfectly groomed blond hair dressed in a black suit. He sat polishing his iridescent pocketwatch, face filled with self-satisfaction.

The Wise Judge stood up, gripping his gavel tightly. "Are both sides prepared to make arguments? Who stands to accuse the defendant?"

An adventurer rose from a table beside the Chair of the Accused. "I am, your Honor. We are ready for the trial to begin."

"Very well. And the defense?" The Wise Judge turned his gaze to the table of the defense.

"That's us." ... whispered to Selppaenip. "Stand and acknowledge that you are the defense and that we are ready for the trial to begin."

"I see." Mist swirled around the Emperor, and he was sitting on his throne, Omen nowhere to be seen. Before him knelt a cloaked woman. "Mighty Emperor, I have come to offer my aid to you in the coming conflict. I can equip your army with mighty weapons that will destroy your enemies."

"What do you care about?"

hmmhmm

I don't believe either of my characters signed them

yeye

[NameIess]

2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

hmmhmm

I don't believe either of my characters signed them

yeye

They can still show up if they want to

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

3 minutes ago, NameIess said:

They can still show up if they want to

Mm

Probably not but thanks for the invitation 

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

20 minutes ago, NameIess said:

One day later, in the great courtroom of the Brave Adventurers...

The trial of the Great Wizard was at hand. All of those who signed their names on Sequence's hijacked invitations were teleported to the stands to observe, and anyone else who wished to come was welcome.

@Ookla the Arbiter @Ookla the Dragonslayer @OOKLA the strange @oOklA thE shInyYyy @Ookla the Inquisitive @Ookla the Cookie Collector @Ookla the Irreplaceable @Through The Living Glass @Ookla of the Shadows @Ookla the Pancake @Everyone

Summary of what this is in case you've forgotten/don't know:

  Hide contents

The Great Wizard was a council member of an organization known as the Brave Adventurers. He discovered the existence of the two most dangerous Plotblades and attempted to find them in secret so as to protect the Thread, telling no one, not even his fellow council members of his actions. His actions were discovered, and the Brave Adventurer, leader of the order and a very shifty fellow, was able to get the Great Wizard removed from the council and declared a fugitive thanks to a very conveniently worded letter from the Dreamsmith that implied the GW was attempting to claim the Blades for himself. Some people on an adventure snuck into the council room while this was going on and caused a fight as they escaped, then met up with the GW and planned to help him find the Plotblades before they fell into the wrong hands (read: any hands). Before they could start on that, the Brave Adventurers caught up, and the ensuing battle ended with the party scattered, the Great Wizard captured, and several brave adventurers dead. Now the GW is on trial to determine the extent and true nature of his crimes, and all is progressing as the Brave Adventurer planned.

A hush spread over the watching crowd as the Great Wizard was led into the room, hands chained with glowing lines of magic, two dozen guards surrounding him. The imprisoned old man walked slowly to the Chair of the Accused, where he was locked in place with enchanted chains. Before him sat the council of the Brave Adventurers. The General, an imposing Ghanderflaffle wearing full ceremonial armor. The Valiant One, a young man who glared at the Great Wizard with the anger of one who has been betrayed. The Unseeable Thief, glancing from side to side as if expecting an attack at any moment. The Wise Scholar, head bowed. The Ancient Flaffle, a grandmotherly Ghanderflaffle in a simple brown dress. The Silent Hero, an impassive, implacable man who stared at the prisoner with an unreadable face. The Wise Judge, a thin man with round glasses and thin gray hair, wearing the robes of his station. And the Brave Adventurer, a short man with perfectly groomed blond hair dressed in a black suit. He sat polishing his iridescent pocketwatch, face filled with self-satisfaction.

The Wise Judge stood up, gripping his gavel tightly. "Are both sides prepared to make arguments? Who stands to accuse the defendant?"

An adventurer rose from a table beside the Chair of the Accused. "I am, your Honor. We are ready for the trial to begin."

"Very well. And the defense?" The Wise Judge turned his gaze to the table of the defense.

"That's us." ... whispered to Selppaenip. "Stand and acknowledge that you are the defense and that we are ready for the trial to begin."

"I see." Mist swirled around the Emperor, and he was sitting on his throne, Omen nowhere to be seen. Before him knelt a cloaked woman. "Mighty Emperor, I have come to offer my aid to you in the coming conflict. I can equip your army with mighty weapons that will destroy your enemies."

"What do you care about?"

Ista studied the proceedings interestedly.

You’ll tell me if you notice anything I don’t?

Yes.

7 hours ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

Template does indeed back away, trying not to be transformed into a pile of water or something. 

The gasoline fountain once again becomes a satisfying pillar of fire. The normal fountain doesn’t do too much, although some of it does boils off. But when Rebus hits it with a piece of sodium, burning metal flies is all directions, then, landing in the bottom pool of water, explodes again. “Do we want something more interactive than that? Or maybe simply more impressive?” Rebus asks, smiling a bit dangerously. 

Rebus shrugs, then sends a new letter to Onyx asking about the Narration forbidding rules in his realm, and the other policies it has. He’s interested in visiting, apparently, and would rather not lose all his powers by doing anything rash. He asks specifically about the destruction of property charges he could incur by, say, opening a portal to the sun and melting everything within a mile to fight those small mosquito things. 

“I can do that. I promise to do that.” Kion is solemn and determined. “I don’t care how much magic it takes. I will free you from this terrible place, even if it costs me my own life.” 

Jilu abruptly disappeared and appeared as a witness in the Great Wizard’s trial.

16 hours ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

The letter was absent of tips on how to be a Narrator. Presumably, Onyx figured that it would come naturally.

"Safe? How can you be safe?"

"ABF?"

"AGFM?"

Well, now that you know what it is, what are you going to do about it?

"You'll have to forgive me," said Bacon thoughtfully. "For some reason, my memory seems to be on the fritz. Did you say you have an answer?"

Tenth thought for a moment.  It is obviously not in your body, so it is not essential to my survival. I want it out. 

Maybe one of the Ennullers remembered something about a specialty method of doing this that the unnamed mystic mentioned when securing compensation for Tenth.

[Immortal Platypus]

23 minutes ago, NameIess said:

One day later, in the great courtroom of the Brave Adventurers...

The trial of the Great Wizard was at hand. All of those who signed their names on Sequence's hijacked invitations were teleported to the stands to observe, and anyone else who wished to come was welcome.

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The Great Wizard was a council member of an organization known as the Brave Adventurers. He discovered the existence of the two most dangerous Plotblades and attempted to find them in secret so as to protect the Thread, telling no one, not even his fellow council members of his actions. His actions were discovered, and the Brave Adventurer, leader of the order and a very shifty fellow, was able to get the Great Wizard removed from the council and declared a fugitive thanks to a very conveniently worded letter from the Dreamsmith that implied the GW was attempting to claim the Blades for himself. Some people on an adventure snuck into the council room while this was going on and caused a fight as they escaped, then met up with the GW and planned to help him find the Plotblades before they fell into the wrong hands (read: any hands). Before they could start on that, the Brave Adventurers caught up, and the ensuing battle ended with the party scattered, the Great Wizard captured, and several brave adventurers dead. Now the GW is on trial to determine the extent and true nature of his crimes, and all is progressing as the Brave Adventurer planned.

A hush spread over the watching crowd as the Great Wizard was led into the room, hands chained with glowing lines of magic, two dozen guards surrounding him. The imprisoned old man walked slowly to the Chair of the Accused, where he was locked in place with enchanted chains. Before him sat the council of the Brave Adventurers. The General, an imposing Ghanderflaffle wearing full ceremonial armor. The Valiant One, a young man who glared at the Great Wizard with the anger of one who has been betrayed. The Unseeable Thief, glancing from side to side as if expecting an attack at any moment. The Wise Scholar, head bowed. The Ancient Flaffle, a grandmotherly Ghanderflaffle in a simple brown dress. The Silent Hero, an impassive, implacable man who stared at the prisoner with an unreadable face. The Wise Judge, a thin man with round glasses and thin gray hair, wearing the robes of his station. And the Brave Adventurer, a short man with perfectly groomed blond hair dressed in a black suit. He sat polishing his iridescent pocketwatch, face filled with self-satisfaction.

The Wise Judge stood up, gripping his gavel tightly. "Are both sides prepared to make arguments? Who stands to accuse the defendant?"

An adventurer rose from a table beside the Chair of the Accused. "I am, your Honor. We are ready for the trial to begin."

"Very well. And the defense?" The Wise Judge turned his gaze to the table of the defense.

"That's us." ... whispered to Selppaenip. "Stand and acknowledge that you are the defense and that we are ready for the trial to begin."

Platypus was there, but his Author would be heading to a swim meet and would not be able to do stuff for a while.

[Cookie Spren]

42 minutes ago, NameIess said:

"I see." Mist swirled around the Emperor, and he was sitting on his throne, Omen nowhere to be seen. Before him knelt a cloaked woman. "Mighty Emperor, I have come to offer my aid to you in the coming conflict. I can equip your army with mighty weapons that will destroy your enemies."

"Who and where do you supply these weapons from woman?" He inquires.

53 minutes ago, NameIess said:

"What do you care about?"

"What causes you to ask such a naivete question may I ask?" The voice , that once sounded as if trying to intimidate, now sounds genuinely curious. "Your kind, don't normally treat me with such care when asking questions."