The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[KnightSkye Reforged They/Them]

16 minutes ago, Sequence said:

 

 In the mountains far away, Sequence's cabin was quiet.

 

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"There." Aelinor said, securing the new dressing around Sequence's midsection. Sequence sighed, wincing slightly as she relaxed in her rocking chair and let her tunic back down. Aelinor stood up and turned to leave, but Sequence leaned forward and took her hand. Aelinor paused, looking back. 

"Thank you," Sequence said softly. "Thank you for everything. I know that..." Sequence winced again, holding her hands in her lap. "I know that I'm not a very good..." She wanted to say mother. But she was not Aelinor's mother, not if Aelinor hated that fact so much. "... I'm just sorry. For being sickly all your life. And making you feel like a nurse, and a servant, and- ... a replacement." Sequence winced again. "Because you aren't. I know you don't believe me, and... That's okay. But I hope one day you'll forgive me."

Aelinor's expression didn't change, but there was a flicker of... Something in her eyes. She pulled over a stool and sat beside Sequence with a soft sigh. "... After Ivisyre is gone, I'll help you build that garden." Sequence's eyes widened, and she blinked at Aelinor for a moment. Aelinor just nodded. A smile began to tug at Sequence's lips, when suddenly,

There was a knock at the door.

Sequence and Aelinor both looked up, sharing a glance between each other. "Come in!" Sequence said, somewhat tentatively. The door swung open silently, and in strode Ivisyre.

Sequence immediately grew pale and Aelinor growled, standing up and drawing her sword from its sheath, which earned a scoff from Ivisyre. "Is that any way to greet guests?" They asked as they brushed off their long coat. Aelinor positioned herself in between Ivisyre and Sequence, who was shakily rising to her feet.

"You're here to kill me. They warned me." Sequence said softly.
"...Why? Why continue to care?"

Ivisyre's smile vanished. "Is it really so hard to understand? Surely Aelinor here gets it, don't you?" They directed their gaze to Aelinor, who stood stone faced and white-knuckled, gripping her sword in both hands. "You understand that Sequence isn't the saint she pretends to be. You understand that she-"

Ivisyre was cut off as Aelinor lunged for them. Their eyes widened a bit as they quickly parried with an inert Inversion. Aelinor was relentless, pushing forward and swinging again. Ivisyre rolled their eyes, and power flowed into Inversion. Sequence cried out, reaching for Aelinor as her blade met with Inversion, and there was a sudden crack. Aelinor was flung back a step, stumbling and falling and cradling her hands. They were shattered and mangled and bleeding as the dust that had formerly been her sword floated to the ground. Aelinor stared at it with a hollow expression of shock as Sequence quickly dropped to her knees beside Aelinor and pulling her close, looking down at Aelinor's hands. 

"Stop!" she cried, as loud as she could as Ivisyre took a step closer. Sequence gently laid Aelinor down on the wooden floor, stifling a sob as she shakily got to her feet to face Ivisyre. 

"You know that you won't win." Ivisyre said plainly. "That's why you gathered your friends to save you." Sequence gritted her teeth, summoning her Narrationblade in the form of a simple staff, with a bright lantern at the top held in place by curling vines and roots.

Ivisyre didn't seem phased by its soft light. "What do you want?" Sequence asked shakily. "Is it truly just revenge? Or something else?" Ivisyre considered for a moment, their posture casual and relaxed compared to Sequence's shaky yet competent fighting stance. "Revenge, yes, but... I suppose I would also like power, as anybody does." Ivisyre's eyes met Sequence's. "I want to be a Narrator. I want your power." Sequence grew paler, her trembling getting worse.

"It's yours, just don't hurt-" She shrieked in sudden agony, her Narrationblade melting into the floor as she dropped to her knees. A faint iridescent mist flowed from Sequence's eyes, and was sucked towards the small bronze orb that Ivisyre now held before them. 

Sequence looked up, stunned. "Wh-What- ... I- ... I didn't give you my terms! I- I didn't-" She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around herself as she was overcome with a very wrong feeling of emptiness.  

Ivisyre smiled, tucking the orb into their cloak. "'It's yours', you said. That's all that was needed." They knelt down before Sequence, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up. "But..." Ivisyre said, grinning as Sequence pulled away weakly. "I will make it a little fair. Just a bit. You, Aelinor, and all your little friends down at your lake will leave my world, and I will spare you all." Their grin widened. "I'm also going to offer a challenge to your friends." Sequence looked up, eyes wide and mouth open to argue.

"If they can defeat me in combat," they said, cutting her off. "I will return your power to you, and then I will die. But, I'd highly advise that you convince them to leave with their lives, and beg that they take you with them." Ivisyre suddenly grabbed Sequence's arm, hauling her to her feet before sending a brutal punch directly into her wounded side.

Sequence's vision flashed white and she shrieked again, her knees going out beneath her. Ivisyre held tight to her arm, not letting her fall. "Let's go meet everybody, shall we?"

 

Ryver, Cadewyn, Eepy, and Unintelligible all heard a soft thump and a stifled cry from the deck behind them. There, Ivisyre stood, with a softly crying Sequence curled at their feet.

Sequence looked... Worse than usual. And there was a sort of... strange air about her. She no longer radiated power and ability, and one in her presence would describe her as very... mortal.

Ivisyre casually sat down in an armchair on the deck, twirling the bronze orb in their hand. "Hello." They said conversationally. "I come with news, and an offer."

Just want to say, great scene. Loved it!

"Damn!" Ryver whirled around and glared at Ivisyre, summoning a glaive. "I thought I told you to wait!"

Cadewyn watched silently from the rooftop behind Ivisyre. The... being, glowed with light to his eyes. Power. It was terrifying. Resolution thrummed in his hand. It seemed more alive, after his transformation. More responsive. 
And it was eager. 

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

11 minutes ago, KnightSkye Reforged said:

Just want to say, great scene. Loved it!

"Damn!" Ryver whirled around and glared at Ivisyre, summoning a glaive. "I thought I told you to wait!"

Cadewyn watched silently from the rooftop behind Ivisyre. The... being, glowed with light to his eyes. Power. It was terrifying. Resolution thrummed in his hand. It seemed more alive, after his transformation. More responsive. 
And it was eager. 

Ivisyre snickered. "Plans change sometimes, Ryver. Could you call the dragon down to meet us? I'd like him to be part of this too."

Sequence had moved from the fetal position and was now trying to crawl towards a chair, her legs clearly not working much.

Thanks . Probably would've liked it to be a bit more refined, but I didn't wanna hit you guys with like a four page post...

Edited November 20, 2025 by Sequence

[KnightSkye Reforged They/Them]

7 minutes ago, Sequence said:

Ivisyre snickered. "Plans change sometimes, Ryver. Could you call the dragon down to meet us? I'd like him to be part of this too."

Sequence had moved from the fetal position and was now trying to crawl towards a chair, her legs clearly not working much.

Thanks . Probably would've liked it to be a bit more refined, but I didn't wanna hit you guys with like a four page post...

"First let me help Sequence into that chair. I will not barter with someone who makes wounded enemies grovel at their feet." Ryver dismissed the spear.

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

Just now, KnightSkye Reforged said:

"First let me help Sequence into that chair. I will not barter with someone who makes wounded enemies grovel at their feet." Ryver dismissed the spear.

Ivisyre shrugged, picking at their teeth idly. "Be my guest."

[KnightSkye Reforged They/Them]

15 minutes ago, Sequence said:

Ivisyre shrugged, picking at their teeth idly. "Be my guest."

Sweat dripped down Ryver's back. Damnit! He thought Ivisyre didn't know about his plan. At least, not all of it. 

"Sequence. Here, let me help you up." he knelt down next to her and lifted her up. 

Then he engaged his Medallion while holding her, popping onto the roof. "Cadewyn! Work with Unintelligible and hold him off. Try to find Conflict!" 

Then he Ripped a portal in the air and leapt through with her.   
To his homeworld.

Edited November 20, 2025 by KnightSkye Reforged

[Keke They/he]

2 hours ago, NameIess said:

"I see." Malevolence smiled companiably. "Let me be more blunt. Do you seek the power of the Witherlord?"

      tipped his head. "No. Just the chaos he will bring."

46 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said:

Erdikan released            's wrist and glared at Malevolence. 

"No. He doesn't. Why are you all such horrible people?"

good question erdikan idk

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

12 minutes ago, KnightSkye Reforged said:

Sweat dripped down Ryver's back. Damnit! He thought Ivisyre didn't know about his plan. At least, not all of it. 

"Sequence. Here, let me help you up." he knelt down next to her and lifted her up. 

Then he engaged his Medallion, popping onto the roof. "Cadewyn! Work with Unintelligible and hold him off. Try to find Conflict!" 

Then he Ripped a portal in the air and leapt through.   
To his homeworld.

Sequence shakily got to her feet. "Thank you, Ryver. Wait, where are-" 

Ivisyre clicked their tongue as Ryver and Sequence left. "Well, that's no issue I suppose. Will the rest of you hear my offer, at least?"

Edited November 20, 2025 by Sequence

[KnightSkye Reforged They/Them]

3 minutes ago, Sequence said:

Sequence shakily got to her feet before collapsing into a chair. She was very pale.

Ivisyre clicked their tongue as Ryver left. "Well, he's disqualified I guess. Will the rest of you hear my offer?"

I made a mistake hang on.

 

(edit) There, it's edited now.
Sorry!
I wasn't clear as I should have been. he can't take other people to a place he's unfamiliar with, which is why he went to his homeworld.

Edited November 20, 2025 by KnightSkye Reforged

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

9 minutes ago, KnightSkye Reforged said:

I made a mistake hang on.

 

(edit) There, it's edited now.
Sorry!
I wasn't clear as I should have been. he can't take other people to a place he's unfamiliar with, which is why he went to his homeworld.

Okay I fixed mine too  

Sequence looked around at the new surroundings for a split second before focusing back on Ryver. "What are you doing?! Take us back! Take us-" She doubled over with a fit of coughing, her entire body heaving. "Take us... Back..." She repeated weakly. "They're... Making a deal, and I- ... Need to tell the rest of them to leave..."

[KnightSkye Reforged They/Them]

3 minutes ago, Sequence said:

Okay I fixed mine too  

Sequence looked around at the new surroundings for a split second before focusing back on Ryver. "What are you doing?! Take us back! Take us-" She doubled over with a fit of coughing, her entire body heaving. "Take us... Back..." She repeated weakly. "They're... Making a deal, and I- ... Need to tell the rest of them to leave..."

"No. You are on the brink of death. And," He sniffed at the air near her, "you are without your power. Can you even survive without it!?" 

He let her down onto a cushion next to his table. "Well, I risked your life. You would have been safe if not for me. And they all already said that they are willing to risk theirs." He put a cup under his Zojirushi and pressed on the button, pouring tea into the cup. "Anyway, We aren't running away. Remember how I told you... oh, no I didn't. Well anyway, we have Narration blades here. Preserved by my Author, and if I go back to him and follow him, then I will have ownership rights to all of them." he placed the cup in front of her, "Tea?"

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

8 minutes ago, KnightSkye Reforged said:

"No. You are on the brink of death. And," He sniffed at the air near her, "you are without your power. Can you even survive without it!?" 

He let her down onto a cushion next to his table. "Well, I risked your life. You would have been safe if not for me. And they all already said that they are willing to risk theirs." He put a cup under his Zojirushi and pressed on the button, pouring tea into the cup. "Anyway, We aren't running away. Remember how I told you... oh, no I didn't. Well anyway, we have Narration blades here. Preserved by my Author, and if I go back to him and follow him, then I will have ownership rights to all of them." he placed the cup in front of her, "Tea?"

Sequence blinked at Ryver a couple times. "You... You don't understand. There's no- ... There's no beating them... They're willing to let everybody go alive! This is- This the best deal I could've hoped for!" Sequence sagged, sitting down on the cushion heavily. "I- ... I'll learn to live no longer being a Narrator. I'll survive. But if the others fight Ivisyre... They won't." She looked up at Ryver. "Please, go back. Tell them to leave," she pleaded. 

[KnightSkye Reforged They/Them]

4 minutes ago, Sequence said:

Sequence blinked at Ryver a couple times. "You... You don't understand. There's no- ... There's no beating them... They're willing to let everybody go alive! This is- This the best deal I could've hoped for!" Sequence sagged, sitting down on the cushion heavily. "I- ... I'll learn to live no longer being a Narrator. I'll survive. But if the others fight Ivisyre... They won't." She looked up at Ryver. "Please, go back. Tell them to leave," she pleaded. 

Ryver sat down across from Sequence. "I don't fully believe that they would actually let everyone go. Especially not me, I betrayed them." He eyed her, gauging how much pain she was in. "And I don't think you can actually survive. Also, Ivisyre is clearly evil. Evil beyond words. You haven't been able to fix him so he's chosen this.

"Please. Let us fight for you." 

[NameIess]

2 hours ago, Sequence said:

 

 In the mountains far away, Sequence's cabin was quiet.

 

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"There." Aelinor said, securing the new dressing around Sequence's midsection. Sequence sighed, wincing slightly as she relaxed in her rocking chair and let her tunic back down. Aelinor stood up and turned to leave, but Sequence leaned forward and took her hand. Aelinor paused, looking back. 

"Thank you," Sequence said softly. "Thank you for everything. I know that..." Sequence winced again, holding her hands in her lap. "I know that I'm not a very good..." She wanted to say mother. But she was not Aelinor's mother, not if Aelinor hated that fact so much. "... I'm just sorry. For being sickly all your life. And making you feel like a nurse, and a servant, and- ... a replacement." Sequence winced again. "Because you aren't. I know you don't believe me, and... That's okay. But I hope one day you'll forgive me."

Aelinor's expression didn't change, but there was a flicker of... Something in her eyes. She pulled over a stool and sat beside Sequence with a soft sigh. "... After Ivisyre is gone, I'll help you build that garden." Sequence's eyes widened, and she blinked at Aelinor for a moment. Aelinor just nodded. A smile began to tug at Sequence's lips, when suddenly,

There was a knock at the door.

Sequence and Aelinor both looked up, sharing a glance between each other. "Come in!" Sequence said, somewhat tentatively. The door swung open silently, and in strode Ivisyre.

Sequence immediately grew pale and Aelinor growled, standing up and drawing her sword from its sheath, which earned a scoff from Ivisyre. "Is that any way to greet guests?" They asked as they brushed off their long coat. Aelinor positioned herself in between Ivisyre and Sequence, who was shakily rising to her feet.

"You're here to kill me. They warned me." Sequence said softly.
"...Why? Why continue to care?"

Ivisyre's smile vanished. "Is it really so hard to understand? Surely Aelinor here gets it, don't you?" They directed their gaze to Aelinor, who stood stone faced and white-knuckled, gripping her sword in both hands. "You understand that Sequence isn't the saint she pretends to be. You understand that she-"

Ivisyre was cut off as Aelinor lunged for them. Their eyes widened a bit as they quickly parried with an inert Inversion. Aelinor was relentless, pushing forward and swinging again. Ivisyre rolled their eyes, and power flowed into Inversion. Sequence cried out, reaching for Aelinor as her blade met with Inversion, and there was a sudden crack. Aelinor was flung back a step, stumbling and falling and cradling her hands. They were shattered and mangled and bleeding as the dust that had formerly been her sword floated to the ground. Aelinor stared at it with a hollow expression of shock as Sequence quickly dropped to her knees beside Aelinor and pulling her close, looking down at Aelinor's hands. 

"Stop!" she cried, as loud as she could as Ivisyre took a step closer. Sequence gently laid Aelinor down on the wooden floor, stifling a sob as she shakily got to her feet to face Ivisyre. 

"You know that you won't win." Ivisyre said plainly. "That's why you gathered your friends to save you." Sequence gritted her teeth, summoning her Narrationblade in the form of a simple staff, with a bright lantern at the top held in place by curling vines and roots.

Ivisyre didn't seem phased by its soft light. "What do you want?" Sequence asked shakily. "Is it truly just revenge? Or something else?" Ivisyre considered for a moment, their posture casual and relaxed compared to Sequence's shaky yet competent fighting stance. "Revenge, yes, but... I suppose I would also like power, as anybody does." Ivisyre's eyes met Sequence's. "I want to be a Narrator. I want your power." Sequence grew paler, her trembling getting worse.

"It's yours, just don't hurt-" She shrieked in sudden agony, her Narrationblade melting into the floor as she dropped to her knees. A faint iridescent mist flowed from Sequence's eyes, and was sucked towards the small bronze orb that Ivisyre now held before them. 

Sequence looked up, stunned. "Wh-What- ... I- ... I didn't give you my terms! I- I didn't-" She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around herself as she was overcome with a very wrong feeling of emptiness.  

Ivisyre smiled, tucking the orb into their cloak. "'It's yours', you said. That's all that was needed." They knelt down before Sequence, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up. "But..." Ivisyre said, grinning as Sequence pulled away weakly. "I will make it a little fair. Just a bit. You, Aelinor, and all your little friends down at your lake will leave my world, and I will spare you all." Their grin widened. "I'm also going to offer a challenge to your friends." Sequence looked up, eyes wide and mouth open to argue.

"If they can defeat me in combat," they said, cutting her off. "I will return your power to you, and then I will die. But, I'd highly advise that you convince them to leave with their lives, and beg that they take you with them." Ivisyre suddenly grabbed Sequence's arm, hauling her to her feet before sending a brutal punch directly into her wounded side.

Sequence's vision flashed white and she shrieked again, her knees going out beneath her. Ivisyre held tight to her arm, not letting her fall. "Let's go meet everybody, shall we?"

 

Ryver, Cadewyn, Eepy, and Unintelligible all heard a soft thump and a stifled cry from the deck behind them. There, Ivisyre stood, with a softly crying Sequence curled at their feet.

Sequence looked... Worse than usual. And there was a sort of... strange air about her. She no longer radiated power and ability, and one in her presence would describe her as very... mortal.

Ivisyre casually sat down in an armchair on the deck, twirling the bronze orb in their hand. "Hello." They said conversationally. "I come with news, and an offer."

Unintelligible pulled Endings from its sheath, unleashing a wave of power. The simple rusted dagger emanated decay, grass around Unintelligible’s feet dying in a spreading wave, dirt drying into dust. “What deal?” He growled.

2 hours ago, Ashkaloda said:

Erdikan released            's wrist and glared at Malevolence. 

"No. He doesn't. Why are you all such horrible people?"

Malevolence grinned. “Horrible? But I am the man in control of the vault guarding the way to the Witherlord. Is it not natural that I should be concerned about villains who are eagerly looking forward to his return?”

1 hour ago, Hawks said:

      tipped his head. "No. Just the chaos he will bring."

good question erdikan idk

Malevolence nodded. “Wise. But will you aid Rebus in seeking the Mantle? Or will you seek out some other poor fool, one you deem more likely to give you the chaos you desire?”

 

3 hours ago, KnightSkye Reforged said:

So yeah, what sort of powers would a plot blade grant someone? What does Endings do?

Plotblade give their users power over their specific aspect of Plot. For example, the Plotblade of Character development caused the user and everyone nearby to rapidly mutate and gain new powers. The Plotblade of Conflict gives the user the ability to fight evenly with any opponent, no matter how powerful they are. So Resolution would have powers related to resolving things.

[KnightSkye Reforged They/Them]

13 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Unintelligible pulled Endings from its sheath, unleashing a wave of power. The simple rusted dagger emanated decay, grass around Unintelligible’s feet dying in a spreading wave, dirt drying into dust. “What deal?” He growled.

Malevolence grinned. “Horrible? But I am the man in control of the vault guarding the way to the Witherlord. Is it not natural that I should be concerned about villains who are eagerly looking forward to his return?”

Malevolence nodded. “Wise. But will you aid Rebus in seeking the Mantle? Or will you seek out some other poor fool, one you deem more likely to give you the chaos you desire?”

 

Plotblade give their users power over their specific aspect of Plot. For example, the Plotblade of Character development caused the user and everyone nearby to rapidly mutate and gain new powers. The Plotblade of Conflict gives the user the ability to fight evenly with any opponent, no matter how powerful they are. So Resolution would have powers related to resolving things.

Cool cool. Trying to make sure I don't do it wrong is all.

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

1 hour ago, KnightSkye Reforged said:

Ryver sat down across from Sequence. "I don't fully believe that they would actually let everyone go. Especially not me, I betrayed them." He eyed her, gauging how much pain she was in. "And I don't think you can actually survive. Also, Ivisyre is clearly evil. Evil beyond words. You haven't been able to fix him so he's chosen this.

"Please. Let us fight for you." 

 

Sequence buried her face in her hands and just sat there, trembling. "it's not worth it," she murmured over and over again.

17 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Unintelligible pulled Endings from its sheath, unleashing a wave of power. The simple rusted dagger emanated decay, grass around Unintelligible’s feet dying in a spreading wave, dirt drying into dust. “What deal?” He growled.

Ivisyre reached into their pocket and with a touch to the orb, they absorbed it vessel and all. Ivisyre stood up with a smile, and the air itself seemed to... dull. The mountains in the distance began to shudder and crumble as they grew sharper and taller, and the water of the lake started to boil.

"I am now a Narrator. This is my world now, and I'm asking you all to leave. I will spare all your lives, including that of Sequence, if you all just leave. However... If you are stupid, you may fight me. If you win, I will return this mantle to Sequence." They sat back down, summoning Inversion and holding it in their lap. It glowed menacingly as the trees nearby began to catch on fire. "The choice is yours."

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

50 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Unintelligible pulled Endings from its sheath, unleashing a wave of power. The simple rusted dagger emanated decay, grass around Unintelligible’s feet dying in a spreading wave, dirt drying into dust. “What deal?” He growled.

Malevolence grinned. “Horrible? But I am the man in control of the vault guarding the way to the Witherlord. Is it not natural that I should be concerned about villains who are eagerly looking forward to his return?”

Malevolence nodded. “Wise. But will you aid Rebus in seeking the Mantle? Or will you seek out some other poor fool, one you deem more likely to give you the chaos you desire?”

 

Plotblade give their users power over their specific aspect of Plot. For example, the Plotblade of Character development caused the user and everyone nearby to rapidly mutate and gain new powers. The Plotblade of Conflict gives the user the ability to fight evenly with any opponent, no matter how powerful they are. So Resolution would have powers related to resolving things.

Erdikan grinned back. "I'm relatively certain that we had determined you were going to try to take up the Mantle yourself."

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

On 11/18/2025 at 8:40 PM, Hawks said:

"I've always had a name. I choose not to say it. If it was typed it was likely because of event currently happening in development. sársauki óreiðu, I believe means the pain of chaos, though its a title and not a name, And this occurred because my Author sensed an oncoming and important pain."

erryin flickered snd in about 0.2 second did the following actions. Appeared next to Rebus, teleported him somewhere other than Sequence world, and had a glowing katana against his neck. "Move and I slit your throat." Their voice echoed. To prove this weapon was (at least i think) dangerous they press it against his throat. If it could hurt authors avatars then... 

Rebus smiled, almost gleeful. He didn’t move, though - that sword was dangerous. “Perhaps you shall. It will certainly hurt, but there once again has been a mistaken assumption that I care.” 

On 11/19/2025 at 12:44 AM, KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren said:

Named nodded slowly, drafting a touch of yellow. Abruptly, he looked startled.

A door materialised in the air and Sandy walked through, holding a piece of nicrosil. His being occasionally flickered in and out of Named's thin slice of 10D reality. Sandy tossed the unkeyed nicrosilmind to Named.

"Chi, paryl, and Lightsplitting," Sandy said. He walked back out of the door, which vanished as soon as he left.

Named tapped the chromaturgy in the metalmind and stored it in the nicrosilminds on his ribs to compound later.

Named grinned.

Hitting really hard would probably break whatever you're hitting it with long before the SIM, even near lightspeed.

All the rest apply though.

Nope.

EDIT: 

@ChipsAHoid I can bring the Trisolarans when you're ready

I'm going to say they're docked in orbit.

Rebus smiled back. “Those powers are from a book - all of your powers are from books, actually - and it seems your Author has now read more of the series.” The visual overlay nanomachines updated, adding the last two colors and a source of white light. 

9 hours ago, NameIess said:

Lyric looked confused, standing halfway through a wall. "You're seeing things?" He asked thoughtfully. "Perhaps the sage does not like inorganic life. I can see the way ahead clearly enough."

Jack stood up again, brushing himself off. “I will follow you.” 

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

1 minute ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus smiled back. “Those powers are from a book - all of your powers are from books, actually - and it seems your Author has now read more of the series.” The visual overlay nanomachines updated, adding the last two colors and a source of white light.

Named nodded and widened his pupils, seeing the world through paryl. He drafted some, filling the room with gaseous paryl luxin.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

Just now, KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren said:

Named nodded and widened his pupils, seeing the world through paryl. He drafted some, filling the room with gaseous paryl luxin.

It didn’t move quite right, given the nanomachines, but that would hopefully be fine. 
Rebus frowned. He really needed to put together an actual plotline - and to get at least a subsection of Wrath, Twinstorm, Haly, Chips, and Xino to engage with his actions as well. 

[Keke They/he]

2 hours ago, NameIess said:

Unintelligible pulled Endings from its sheath, unleashing a wave of power. The simple rusted dagger emanated decay, grass around Unintelligible’s feet dying in a spreading wave, dirt drying into dust. “What deal?” He growled.

Malevolence grinned. “Horrible? But I am the man in control of the vault guarding the way to the Witherlord. Is it not natural that I should be concerned about villains who are eagerly looking forward to his return?”

Malevolence nodded. “Wise. But will you aid Rebus in seeking the Mantle? Or will you seek out some other poor fool, one you deem more likely to give you the chaos you desire?”

 

Plotblade give their users power over their specific aspect of Plot. For example, the Plotblade of Character development caused the user and everyone nearby to rapidly mutate and gain new powers. The Plotblade of Conflict gives the user the ability to fight evenly with any opponent, no matter how powerful they are. So Resolution would have powers related to resolving things.

"I care nothing about who summons him. Only that he is summoned."

1 hour ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus smiled, almost gleeful. He didn’t move, though - that sword was dangerous. “Perhaps you shall. It will certainly hurt, but there once again has been a mistaken assumption that I care.” 

"I know you dont care." Their voice crackled and they tightened the knife. "I know you push down your care because you want to be the bad guy. I read what our authors said. Besides even if you didn't care anything about me. I studied what dark Cep did to show my worst fears. Now I will do the same for you."

the world around them fades and infront of them rebus' worst fear plays out. 

[Now you get to describe this!!! Preferably in detail so I can -take mental notes- have fun wa.. thats not good either so I can.... wwtch..]

[NameIess]

4 hours ago, Sequence said:

Ivisyre reached into their pocket and with a touch to the orb, they absorbed it vessel and all. Ivisyre stood up with a smile, and the air itself seemed to... dull. The mountains in the distance began to shudder and crumble as they grew sharper and taller, and the water of the lake started to boil.

"I am now a Narrator. This is my world now, and I'm asking you all to leave. I will spare all your lives, including that of Sequence, if you all just leave. However... If you are stupid, you may fight me. If you win, I will return this mantle to Sequence." They sat back down, summoning Inversion and holding it in their lap. It glowed menacingly as the trees nearby began to catch on fire. "The choice is yours."

Unintelligible gripped Endings. Its power flooded him, demanding to be used. To bring Ending, decay, death. He shivered, and the rational part of him was terrified of that power. There was a reason Nameless gave this to Moni, he realized. She's the one who could control it. Storms, what is wrong with this Plotblade? Endings shouldn't be like this. Endings should be good with bad,  not just.... destruction.

It was a small part of him that thought this, for the rest of Unintelligible burned with anger. Ivisyre had stolen Sequence's Narration. The only reason, he was sure, that Ivisyre had not killed Sequence outright was that her wound would surely soon kill her without Narration to sustain her. He growled, taking a step forward and beginning to raise Endings to accept Ivisyre's challenge. He would kill that monster here an now, save Sequence, and-

The power of Endings, spreading outwards from Unintelligible, hit Resolution. For the briefest moment, the two Plotblades thrummed, vibrating in resonance with one another. In that instant, both Unintelligible and Cadewyn saw the Ending would come of fighting Ivisyre: Death, for both of them. Ivisyre triumphant. Too inexperienced with the Plotblades they wielded, Unintelligible and Cadewyn would fall before the might of Ivisyre, wielder of darkness and Inversion, Narrator. They could not win. Not here, where Ivisyre was most powerful. Both of them would die, leaving Sequence powerless, vulnerable, alone.

The moment ended, and the power of Endings recoiled from Resolution. The bubble of decay that had been spreading out from Unintelligible vanished in an eyeblink, leaving him gasping, holding a tiny, rusted dagger. What... what just... Unintelligible shook himself. Feeling a coward, but also knowing this was the right decision, he slammed Endings back into its sheath, and after hesitating for a moment longer, tossed it back to Moni.

"Cadewyn!" He called. "We're leaving! There's... there's no use in getting ourselves killed here." He glanced around. Ryver had taken Sequence and run, which was good. But where had he gone?

A portal split the air in front of Unintelligible, opening into a house, where Sequence and Ryver sat. Unintelligible frowned, confused, but ran for the portal anyways. Just outside the portal he noticed a cage, which he grabbed before dashing through.

@KnightSkye Reforged

4 hours ago, Ashkaloda said:

Erdikan grinned back. "I'm relatively certain that we had determined you were going to try to take up the Mantle yourself."

Malevolence's grin faded. "And what, pray tell, would my motivations be for that?"

3 hours ago, Dragonheir said:

Jack stood up again, brushing himself off. “I will follow you.” 

"Excellent!" Lyric looked around the room, grabbing Jack's hand. "Follow me deeper into the mall? Or shall we exit, assuming that the Sage does not wish to see you?"

Edited November 21, 2025 by NameIess

[KnightSkye Reforged They/Them]

3 hours ago, Sequence said:

Sequence buried her face in her hands and just sat there, trembling. "it's not worth it," she murmured over and over again.

Ivisyre reached into their pocket and with a touch to the orb, they absorbed it vessel and all. Ivisyre stood up with a smile, and the air itself seemed to... dull. The mountains in the distance began to shudder and crumble as they grew sharper and taller, and the water of the lake started to boil.

"I am now a Narrator. This is my world now, and I'm asking you all to leave. I will spare all your lives, including that of Sequence, if you all just leave. However... If you are stupid, you may fight me. If you win, I will return this mantle to Sequence." They sat back down, summoning Inversion and holding it in their lap. It glowed menacingly as the trees nearby began to catch on fire. "The choice is yours."

 

2 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Unintelligible gripped Endings. Its power flooded him, demanding to be used. To bring Ending, decay, death. He shivered, and the rational part of him was terrified of that power. There was a reason Nameless gave this to Moni, he realized. She's the one who could control it. Storms, what is wrong with this Plotblade? Endings shouldn't be like this. Endings should be good with bad,  not just.... destruction.

It was a small part of him that thought this, for the rest of Unintelligible burned with anger. Ivisyre had stolen Sequence's Narration. The only reason, he was sure, that Ivisyre had not killed Sequence outright was that her wound would surely soon kill her without Narration to sustain her. He growled, taking a step forward and beginning to raise Endings to accept Ivisyre's challenge. He would kill that monster here an now, save Sequence, and-

The power of Endings, spreading outwards from Unintelligible, hit Resolution. For the briefest moment, the two Plotblades thrummed, vibrating in resonance with one another. In that instant, both Unintelligible and Cadewyn saw the Ending would come of fighting Ivisyre: Death, for both of them. Ivisyre triumphant. Too inexperienced with the Plotblades they wielded, Unintelligible and Cadewyn would fall before the might of Ivisyre, wielder of darkness and Inversion, Narrator. Not here, where Ivisyre was most powerful. Both of them dead, leaving Sequence powerless, vulnerable, alone.

The moment ended, and the power of Endings recoiled from Resolution. The bubble of decay that had been spreading out from Unintelligible vanished in an eyeblink, leaving him gasping, holding a tiny, rusted dagger. What... what just... Unintelligible shook himself. Feeling a coward, but also knowing this was the right decision, he slammed Endings back into its sheath, and after hesitating for a moment longer, tossed it back to Moni.

"Cadewyn!" He called. "We're leaving! There's... there's no use in getting ourselves killed here." He glanced around. Ryver had taken Sequence and run, which was good. But where had he gone?

A portal split the air in front of Unintelligible, opening into a house, where Sequence and Ryver sat. Unintelligible frowned, confused, but ran for the portal anyways. Just outside the portal he noticed a cage, which he grabbed before dashing through.

@KnightSkye Reforged

Malevolence's grin faded. "And what, pray tell, would my motivations be for that?"

"Excellent!" Lyric looked around the room, grabbing Jack's hand. "Follow me deeper into the mall? Or shall we exit, assuming that the Sage does not wish to see you?"

Cadewyn raised Resolution at the same time as Unintelligible raised Endings and saw the same vision. He could not win. Not and keep Eepy alive. He growled, a harsh rattling sound no normal human could make. "Come on Eepy. He need to run." He tucked her under his coat and leapt after Unintelligible, flapping once to get through the portal. As he passed over Ivisyre, he spat at him, disgusted. As he passed through he set ablaze the deck they had been on in blue fire.

 

___

 

Ryver started as he felt a pulse through many worlds. He turned from Sequence and thoughts of KnightSkye, and ripped open a new portal back just in time for the others to come through, Cadewyn causing some chaos in the small apartment with his huge wings before he got them folded back.

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

3 hours ago, Dragonheir said:

It didn’t move quite right, given the nanomachines, but that would hopefully be fine. 
Rebus frowned. He really needed to put together an actual plotline - and to get at least a subsection of Wrath, Twinstorm, Haly, Chips, and Xino to engage with his actions as well. 

Named collected his tiny amount of paryl into his left thumb, then absently began moving through the rest of the spectrum in order. Sub-red on his index finger, red on his middle finger, and so on, tightening his eyes to get to superviolet and chi. Only his right thumb had no colour.

9 colours. 10 fingers. 

Named was very annoyed at that last finger.

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

Unintelligible gripped Endings. Its power flooded him, demanding to be used. To bring Ending, decay, death. He shivered, and the rational part of him was terrified of that power. There was a reason Nameless gave this to Moni, he realized. She's the one who could control it. Storms, what is wrong with this Plotblade? Endings shouldn't be like this. Endings should be good with bad,  not just.... destruction.

It was a small part of him that thought this, for the rest of Unintelligible burned with anger. Ivisyre had stolen Sequence's Narration. The only reason, he was sure, that Ivisyre had not killed Sequence outright was that her wound would surely soon kill her without Narration to sustain her. He growled, taking a step forward and beginning to raise Endings to accept Ivisyre's challenge. He would kill that monster here an now, save Sequence, and-

The power of Endings, spreading outwards from Unintelligible, hit Resolution. For the briefest moment, the two Plotblades thrummed, vibrating in resonance with one another. In that instant, both Unintelligible and Cadewyn saw the Ending would come of fighting Ivisyre: Death, for both of them. Ivisyre triumphant. Too inexperienced with the Plotblades they wielded, Unintelligible and Cadewyn would fall before the might of Ivisyre, wielder of darkness and Inversion, Narrator. Not here, where Ivisyre was most powerful. Both of them dead, leaving Sequence powerless, vulnerable, alone.

The moment ended, and the power of Endings recoiled from Resolution. The bubble of decay that had been spreading out from Unintelligible vanished in an eyeblink, leaving him gasping, holding a tiny, rusted dagger. What... what just... Unintelligible shook himself. Feeling a coward, but also knowing this was the right decision, he slammed Endings back into its sheath, and after hesitating for a moment longer, tossed it back to Moni.

"Cadewyn!" He called. "We're leaving! There's... there's no use in getting ourselves killed here." He glanced around. Ryver had taken Sequence and run, which was good. But where had he gone?

A portal split the air in front of Unintelligible, opening into a house, where Sequence and Ryver sat. Unintelligible frowned, confused, but ran for the portal anyways. Just outside the portal he noticed a cage, which he grabbed before dashing through.

 

1 hour ago, KnightSkye Reforged said:

 

Cadewyn raised Resolution at the same time as Unintelligible raised Endings and saw the same vision. He could not win. Not and keep Eepy alive. He growled, a harsh rattling sound no normal human could make. "Come on Eepy. He need to run." He tucked her under his coat and leapt after Unintelligible, flapping once to get through the portal. As he passed over Ivisyre, he spat at him, disgusted. As he passed through he set ablaze the deck they had been on in blue fire.

 

___

 

Ryver started as he felt a pulse through many worlds. He turned from Sequence and thoughts of KnightSkye, and ripped open a new portal back just in time for the others to come through, Cadewyn causing some chaos in the small apartment with his huge wings before he got them folded back.

 

Sequence looked up with a start as they stumbled through, and was immediately overwhelmed with relief. She struggled to her feet and tried to stumble towards Unintelligible, but cried out and collapsed immediately.

[Rynturning_Light She/Her]

I was told to join this by multiple people and I have no idea whats going on

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