The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 minute ago, Dragonheir said:

A man, with an aviator-goggle adorned top hat, looked up from stoking a furnace. He smiled, his jaw reflecting the firelight. “Welcome; congratulations on completely your trial. I am the Dreamsmith.” 

Cricket nodded, slightly awkward. "My name is Cricket . . . Cricket Chaisler. I'm here for my weapon."

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

7 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

Cricket nodded, slightly awkward. "My name is Cricket . . . Cricket Chaisler. I'm here for my weapon."

“You have come to the right place. I am one of the best smiths there are.” The Dreamsmith’s room brightened, revealing every material and tool Cricket could think of, from rocks to aerogel, from crude hammers to CNC machines. “I can make you a weapon, not from these materials, but from something you can take back with you; a piece of your very soul.” 

Edited May 23, 2025 by Dragonheir

[TwinStorm He/Him]

26 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

“You have come to the right place. I am one of the best smiths there are.” The Dreamsmith’s room brightened, revealing every material and tool Cricket could think of, from rocks to aerogel, from crude hammers to CNC machines. “I can make you a weapon, not from these materials, but from something you can take back with you; a piece of your very soul.” 

Cricket winced. "You realize . . . my soul is composed of pieces from the souls of different beings. Will that make a difference?"

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

3 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

Cricket winced. "You realize . . . my soul is composed of pieces from the souls of different beings. Will that make a difference?"

The Dreamsmith briefly placed his goggles over his eyes. “Yes, I can see that. It shouldn’t be a problem - in fact, it may improve the weapon I create. Do you have a specific request?” 

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 hour ago, Dragonheir said:

Now, mostly. Jack’s here, though I’ll have to hammer out my plot as we go. 
Jack looked puzzled. “Sir? Are you alright?” 

Rebus hadn’t been using Narration to teleport, but in order to end up somewhere dark and open enough to spin around dramatically he’d had to move around some utility fog before he could be teleported there. “Hello, Xanther. I do not need you, though I would not object to a conversation.” 

The Dreamsmith’s cave had light, now, an ajar door letting firelight through, leaving a streak of brightness on the floor. 

Xanther was for Sagerian 

Regardless, there was a delay. 

1 hour ago, TwinStorm said:

Cricket glanced at Rose, steeled himself, and opened the door. "Hello?"

1 hour ago, Dragonheir said:

A man, with an aviator-goggle adorned top hat, looked up from stoking a furnace. He smiled, his jaw reflecting the firelight. “Welcome; congratulations on completely your trial. I am the Dreamsmith.” 

37 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

Cricket winced. "You realize . . . my soul is composed of pieces from the souls of different beings. Will that make a difference?"

31 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

The Dreamsmith briefly placed his goggles over his eyes. “Yes, I can see that. It shouldn’t be a problem - in fact, it may improve the weapon I create. Do you have a specific request?” 

“I don’t,” Rose said. “I just want something awesome.”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

32 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

The Dreamsmith briefly placed his goggles over his eyes. “Yes, I can see that. It shouldn’t be a problem - in fact, it may improve the weapon I create. Do you have a specific request?” 

He frowned. He had Blades to attack and kill, but he needed a . . . "Armor." he declared suddenly. "To protect me. And others."

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

On 5/21/2025 at 11:44 AM, Ashkaloda said:

"A bunch of red tubes?" Taeidin asks skeptically. 

"Trust me. It makes a really loud bang. Yeh just gotta light it." Cep holds up a match.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

4 minutes ago, Bird Furious said:

Xanther was for Sagerian 

Regardless, there was a delay. 

“I don’t,” Rose said. “I just want something awesome.”

Ah. Sagerian thought the man looked a little familiar. “Hello. I’m Sagerian, and you are?” 
Having had an idea, Rebus crept back into the room with Bat as a near-invisible cloud of utility fog. Once he was in position, he shut off all the lights at once. 
“Yes. I can do that.” Hmmm… whip sword? 

4 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

He frowned. He had Blades to attack and kill, but he needed a . . . "Armor." he declared suddenly. "To protect me. And others."

The Dreamsmith nodded. “Few people ask for protection. You are wiser than most.” 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Dragonheir said:

Ah. Sagerian thought the man looked a little familiar. “Hello. I’m Sagerian, and you are?” 
Having had an idea, Rebus crept back into the room with Bat as a near-invisible cloud of utility fog. Once he was in position, he shut off all the lights at once. 
“Yes. I can do that.” Hmmm… whip sword? 

The Dreamsmith nodded. “Few people ask for protection. You are wiser than most.” 

"I have the weapons I need." Cricket replied, casually summoning Savior Complex.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

2 hours ago, TwinStorm said:

He frowned. He had Blades to attack and kill, but he needed a . . . "Armor." he declared suddenly. "To protect me. And others."

SCUD YOU YOU STOLE MY IDEA SCUD FREAKING SCUD SCUD SCUD SCUD SCUD SCUD YOU 

2 hours ago, Dragonheir said:

Ah. Sagerian thought the man looked a little familiar. “Hello. I’m Sagerian, and you are?” 
Having had an idea, Rebus crept back into the room with Bat as a near-invisible cloud of utility fog. Once he was in position, he shut off all the lights at once. 
“Yes. I can do that.” Hmmm… whip sword? 

The Dreamsmith nodded. “Few people ask for protection. You are wiser than most.” 

I was thinking something non-weapon, since she already has the laser and the semi plot blade. Maybe like a hoverboard or smth, idk. It'd be cool if she had a hoverboard. Maybe Involvement. That could be interesting. 

"My name is NONE OF YOUR CONCERN!" He laughed uproariously, as if he'd said something funny. "You may call me Xanther. What might you be here for?" 

Bat jumped to his feet and pulled out several sharp chunks of Nullite. 

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

16 hours ago, Kaladin Stormcursed said:

"Trust me. It makes a really loud bang. Yeh just gotta light it." Cep holds up a match.

"So like a noisy combustible? Well, we don't want that to happen near us." 

Taeidin thinks for a moment. 

"We could run a long string from it; though, we would still have to transport it elsewhere first before burning it."

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

1 hour ago, Ashkaloda said:

"So like a noisy combustible? Well, we don't want that to happen near us." 

Taeidin thinks for a moment. 

"We could run a long string from it; though, we would still have to transport it elsewhere first before burning it."

"Yeah,we need a fuse...yeh happen ta have anythin' like that?"

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

3 hours ago, Kaladin Stormcursed said:

"Yeah,we need a fuse...yeh happen ta have anythin' like that?"

"What are we fusing?" Taeidin asks confused. 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

19 hours ago, TwinStorm said:

"I have the weapons I need." Cricket replied, casually summoning Savior Complex.

“Ah, that was the other strange thing about you. I’ve never worked on a Plotblade…” He paused. “I suppose you don’t want it damaged. But I can make you armor - draw upon your capacity as a teleporter, perhaps.” 

16 hours ago, Bird Furious said:

SCUD YOU YOU STOLE MY IDEA SCUD FREAKING SCUD SCUD SCUD SCUD SCUD SCUD YOU 

I was thinking something non-weapon, since she already has the laser and the semi plot blade. Maybe like a hoverboard or smth, idk. It'd be cool if she had a hoverboard. Maybe Involvement. That could be interesting. 

"My name is NONE OF YOUR CONCERN!" He laughed uproariously, as if he'd said something funny. "You may call me Xanther. What might you be here for?" 

Bat jumped to his feet and pulled out several sharp chunks of Nullite. 

Ooh, that’s a good idea. The dreamsmith turned back to Rose. “I believe I know what to make for you. You have importance in your soul, and I can use it.” 
“Me? I’m looking to write for my memoir.” 
The room lightened a little, revealing Rebus’s silhouette, facing away from him in a chair that had not been there before. He spun around, a sorrowful look on his face.

[Through the Living Hopper He/Him]

This looks like chaos.

How do I join?

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 hour ago, Dragonheir said:

“Ah, that was the other strange thing about you. I’ve never worked on a Plotblade…” He paused. “I suppose you don’t want it damaged. But I can make you armor - draw upon your capacity as a teleporter, perhaps.” 

Ooh, that’s a good idea. The dreamsmith turned back to Rose. “I believe I know what to make for you. You have importance in your soul, and I can use it.” 
“Me? I’m looking to write for my memoir.” 
The room lightened a little, revealing Rebus’s silhouette, facing away from him in a chair that had not been there before. He spun around, a sorrowful look on his face.

Rose nodded. “Go ahead!!”

”Excellent, excellent! So you want to be an interesting character in your own book, yes?”

Bat backed away. “How did you get here?” He snapped. 

12 minutes ago, ThatOneWorldhopper said:

This looks like chaos.

How do I join?

Just make a character!  

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

3 hours ago, Ashkaloda said:

"What are we fusing?" Taeidin asks confused. 

"Tha's...well, it's what yeh jus' described. A fuse is a long cord that yeh attack to this"—he waves the stick of dynamite around violently—"ta slow the bang."

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

10 hours ago, Bird Furious said:

Rose nodded. “Go ahead!!”

”Excellent, excellent! So you want to be an interesting character in your own book, yes?”

Bat backed away. “How did you get here?” He snapped. 

Just make a character!  

The dreamsmith picked up tongs that passed through her chest, fuzzing. He pulled out a glowing strand, tinged black at the edges. She could feel where it was, like a limb, but when he placed it on an anvil and began to hit it with a hammer, she didn’t feel anything. “A masterwork of my caliber requires three things. Firstly, the material; this pieced your soul. I have taken the least I can - you will need strength in the coming days, I suspect.” He separated the strand into several pieces, hammering it over a wedge in the anvil. “Secondly, the form.” He hammered each piece into a small disk, one side of it cooling into a metal that looked much like Nullite. “The form flows into function, and is the most important for determining use.” He finished the last disk, and arranged them in a circle. “Lastly, a true masterwork needs a name. This is Involvement.” The disks jumped into the air, hovering. “You are important to many events - these disks can know the way towards something important. They fly faster and longer when your destination is important, akin to one of the arts of Narrators, though they also may be used to lift objects and people. A board to place them on will be useful to you, so you may stand on them, but I have made these to be placed on any vehicle or object, though there is a limit to how much they can lift.” 
“Not especially. My friends know me - they want to hear of the world beyond our city.” 
“I can get many places, and Xanther does work with me. But I have bad news.” 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

12 hours ago, Dragonheir said:

“Ah, that was the other strange thing about you. I’ve never worked on a Plotblade…” He paused. “I suppose you don’t want it damaged. But I can make you armor - draw upon your capacity as a teleporter, perhaps.” 

Ooh, that’s a good idea. The dreamsmith turned back to Rose. “I believe I know what to make for you. You have importance in your soul, and I can use it.” 
“Me? I’m looking to write for my memoir.” 
The room lightened a little, revealing Rebus’s silhouette, facing away from him in a chair that had not been there before. He spun around, a sorrowful look on his face.

He nodded. "That would be nice."

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

10 hours ago, Kaladin Stormcursed said:

"Tha's...well, it's what yeh jus' described. A fuse is a long cord that yeh attack to this"—he waves the stick of dynamite around violently—"ta slow the bang."

"Well, I have a really long string. Would that work?" 

[xinoehp512 he/him]

On 5/22/2025 at 8:15 PM, Dragonheir said:

Now, mostly. Jack’s here, though I’ll have to hammer out my plot as we go. 
Jack looked puzzled. “Sir? Are you alright?” 

Rebus hadn’t been using Narration to teleport, but in order to end up somewhere dark and open enough to spin around dramatically he’d had to move around some utility fog before he could be teleported there. “Hello, Xanther. I do not need you, though I would not object to a conversation.” 

The Dreamsmith’s cave had light, now, an ajar door letting firelight through, leaving a streak of brightness on the floor. 

Bacon waved his hand. "Oh yes, fine. Disregard the talking-to-myself. I do much stranger things on a regular basis! Anyhow, are we storming the castle?

On 5/22/2025 at 7:56 PM, Bird Furious said:

Hmm. Nemesis might be willing. 

There was a slight delay in his materialization. The nearest shadowy room was the custodian's closet in a hallway near the waiting room where Bat was. 

Xanther appeared. "My dear man, good of you to be sent!" 

Probably not if you don't want to; we can figure something out, though it would be nice to have you around. 

She nodded vigorously. 

What are the plotlines happening at the moment?

On 5/22/2025 at 5:41 PM, Hawks said:

"Uh a place that could serve to hold a prisoner?"

In the air he could see the entire town was desolate. 

"Well," mused Bacon. "I'm not sure. I don't see any signs saying 'prison here!' Do you want to come up and take a look?"

[Keke They/he]

2 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Bacon waved his hand. "Oh yes, fine. Disregard the talking-to-myself. I do much stranger things on a regular basis! Anyhow, are we storming the castle?

What are the plotlines happening at the moment?

"Well," mused Bacon. "I'm not sure. I don't see any signs saying 'prison here!' Do you want to come up and take a look?"

she points to the large building they had seen when they first arrived. "Do you think the prison would be in the giant building in the center of the town?"

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

4 hours ago, Dragonheir said:

The dreamsmith picked up tongs that passed through her chest, fuzzing. He pulled out a glowing strand, tinged black at the edges. She could feel where it was, like a limb, but when he placed it on an anvil and began to hit it with a hammer, she didn’t feel anything. “A masterwork of my caliber requires three things. Firstly, the material; this pieced your soul. I have taken the least I can - you will need strength in the coming days, I suspect.” He separated the strand into several pieces, hammering it over a wedge in the anvil. “Secondly, the form.” He hammered each piece into a small disk, one side of it cooling into a metal that looked much like Nullite. “The form flows into function, and is the most important for determining use.” He finished the last disk, and arranged them in a circle. “Lastly, a true masterwork needs a name. This is Involvement.” The disks jumped into the air, hovering. “You are important to many events - these disks can know the way towards something important. They fly faster and longer when your destination is important, akin to one of the arts of Narrators, though they also may be used to lift objects and people. A board to place them on will be useful to you, so you may stand on them, but I have made these to be placed on any vehicle or object, though there is a limit to how much they can lift.” 
“Not especially. My friends know me - they want to hear of the world beyond our city.” 
“I can get many places, and Xanther does work with me. But I have bad news.” 

Rose stared, rubbing her chest. "W... wow."

"Well, I have quite a somebody for you!"

"Yeah, I'm sure you do," he snapped. 

2 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

Bacon waved his hand. "Oh yes, fine. Disregard the talking-to-myself. I do much stranger things on a regular basis! Anyhow, are we storming the castle?

What are the plotlines happening at the moment?

"Well," mused Bacon. "I'm not sure. I don't see any signs saying 'prison here!' Do you want to come up and take a look?"

Uhhh

I haven't been tracking all of them, but Bat's trying to become the Protagonist to counter Rebus (I'm trying to figure that out still). Most of the other ones are kinda dormant, but I'd like to bring Nemesis back at some point. 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

4 hours ago, TwinStorm said:

He nodded. "That would be nice."

The dreamsmith smiled, picking up the tongs again. He pulled a glowing strand from Cricket as well, this one much larger than Rose’s. It also had more texture, a light-dampening filament weaving through it. Just as he had done with Rose, the dreamsmith placed the strand on his anvil and began to flatten it. “As I said, a masterwork needs three things. Material is the first; I can use more of your soul, since your unique state will prevent any harmful effects as you replenish what I have taken.” He began to cut the flat, glowing plate into several pieces, shaping them into armor plates - fusing them into cylinders of various sizes. “Next comes the form. As I said, this is very important. Should I taken the very same materials and shape them into something else, your tool would be very different.” He began to cool the armor, using a wooded rod soaked in water to shape the contours and pouring on more water to turn the piece of soul to metal. “Finally, a masterwork needs a name. I shall call your armor Sanctuary - it shall teleport much as you can, to protect yourself and others. Ordinary armor must have seams so it can be removed, but Sanctuary can teleport around you. It shall be light and strong, as well - though should you break it, reforging the metal will require a master smith skilled in magic; any other may mend a crack, but it shall thereafter be vulnerable until it is truly repaired.” The  last piece of the armor was cooled, and Cricket could feel it in his mind, the same way he felt his ability to form portals. 

2 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

Bacon waved his hand. "Oh yes, fine. Disregard the talking-to-myself. I do much stranger things on a regular basis! Anyhow, are we storming the castle?

What are the plotlines happening at the moment?

“We just left the castle,” Jack noted. 
What Haly said, and there are some giant bugs who are holding two people captive, and several crazy people trying to figure out why one of them sees hallucination orbs. 

2 minutes ago, Bird Furious said:

Rose stared, rubbing her chest. "W... wow."

"Well, I have quite a somebody for you!"

"Yeah, I'm sure you do," he snapped. 

Uhhh

I haven't been tracking all of them, but Bat's trying to become the Protagonist to counter Rebus (I'm trying to figure that out still). Most of the other ones are kinda dormant, but I'd like to bring Nemesis back at some point. 

“The feeling will pass - I’ve known especially large projects to leave people in bed for days, but I have been careful to use only what is needed. You will not need to command Involvement - it shall know when it is needed. I can give you a board to mount them on now, though anything you did not bring will not be able to leave this place.” 
Sagerian looked pleasantly surprised. “Thank you, sir.” 
“I do. Tam is gone. I would consider her dead. I’m sorry.” Rebus did look sad, though not very - more a disappointment of wasted time than any true grief. 

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

6 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

The dreamsmith smiled, picking up the tongs again. He pulled a glowing strand from Cricket as well, this one much larger than Rose’s. It also had more texture, a light-dampening filament weaving through it. Just as he had done with Rose, the dreamsmith placed the strand on his anvil and began to flatten it. “As I said, a masterwork needs three things. Material is the first; I can use more of your soul, since your unique state will prevent any harmful effects as you replenish what I have taken.” He began to cut the flat, glowing plate into several pieces, shaping them into armor plates - fusing them into cylinders of various sizes. “Next comes the form. As I said, this is very important. Should I taken the very same materials and shape them into something else, your tool would be very different.” He began to cool the armor, using a wooded rod soaked in water to shape the contours and pouring on more water to turn the piece of soul to metal. “Finally, a masterwork needs a name. I shall call your armor Sanctuary - it shall teleport much as you can, to protect yourself and others. Ordinary armor must have seams so it can be removed, but Sanctuary can teleport around you. It shall be light and strong, as well - though should you break it, reforging the metal will require a master smith skilled in magic; any other may mend a crack, but it shall thereafter be vulnerable until it is truly repaired.” The  last piece of the armor was cooled, and Cricket could feel it in his mind, the same way he felt his ability to form portals. 

“We just left the castle,” Jack noted. 
What Haly said, and there are some giant bugs who are holding two people captive, and several crazy people trying to figure out why one of them sees hallucination orbs. 

“The feeling will pass - I’ve known especially large projects to leave people in bed for days, but I have been careful to use only what is needed. You will not need to command Involvement - it shall know when it is needed. I can give you a board to mount them on now, though anything you did not bring will not be able to leave this place.” 
Sagerian looked pleasantly surprised. “Thank you, sir.” 
“I do. Tam is gone. I would consider her dead. I’m sorry.” Rebus did look sad, though not very - more a disappointment of wasted time than any true grief. 

"I'll find something when I leave. No problem." 

"Of course." Xanther started into the tunnel, stepping over the crumpled door. 

Bat blinked, then stared at her. "W- what?"