The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[xinoehp512 he/him]

45 minutes ago, Keke said:

Me to Bacon. Me to. 

memories of Atlas flew around. Most of his thoughts were him worried about atlas. Others were killing bacon. Some were killing dot the jesk. Some were prayers, to gods he didnt know if he believed in. Wanting to be fixed. 

"Tell me. Why are you trying to kill me again?"

45 minutes ago, Keke said:

"Well...Wwhat did jt cost last time?"

"Are you familiar with Onyx?"

35 minutes ago, AonEne said:

Ene poked his head into the thread to reminisce. "Did the world ever get its population of hamsters back from when they were lost on page two shortly before the creation of Uncle Brandy? I haven't been here in ages. No worries if no one else remembers either." 

"Greetings!" said Bacon the Bard with a bow. "Actually, I happen to have a world of hamsters in my Bacon castle, if that counts for anything. I strive to remember my roots. Speaking of which, may I have your autograph?"

[Verdance he/him]

41 minutes ago, AonEne said:

Ene poked his head into the thread to reminisce. "Did the world ever get its population of hamsters back from when they were lost on page two shortly before the creation of Uncle Brandy? I haven't been here in ages. No worries if no one else remembers either." 

Well, you see, hamsters all over the Cosmere have continued to thrive, but then evil intern bound his soul to an evil axe, failed to steal a magic sword, and successfully stole a piece of paper that lets him summon Bargain Mart Voldemort and is about to destroy all hamsters (and everything else)

so that’s happening

[AonEne he/him]

3 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Greetings!" said Bacon the Bard with a bow. "Actually, I happen to have a world of hamsters in my Bacon castle, if that counts for anything. I strive to remember my roots. Speaking of which, may I have your autograph?"

"Hi! Of course! What would you like me to sign?" Ene replied, squinting at him. "Also, sorry, I looked away for a second, was that narration that you bowed or that you have a bow (the weapon) with you and it's core to your introduction?" He bowed back, just in case. 

3 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Well, you see, hamsters all over the Cosmere have continued to thrive, but then evil intern bound his soul to an evil axe, failed to steal a magic sword, and successfully stole a piece of paper that lets him summon Bargain Mart Voldemort and is about to destroy all hamsters (and everything else)

so that’s happening

*takes notes* 

[xinoehp512 he/him]

1 minute ago, AonEne said:

"Hi! Of course! What would you like me to sign?" Ene replied, squinting at him. "Also, sorry, I looked away for a second, was that narration that you bowed or that you have a bow (the weapon) with you and it's core to your introduction?" He bowed back, just in case. 

*takes notes* 

"Why not both?" said Bacon. "Here, sign my bow."

He offered his violin bow.

"I must say, it is an honor! Am I correct in my understanding that you knew the original Narrator of my Author?"

[AonEne he/him]

1 minute ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Why not both?" said Bacon. "Here, sign my bow."

He offered his violin bow.

"I must say, it is an honor! Am I correct in my understanding that you knew the original Narrator of my Author?"

Ene signed the bow with a flourish, which was new for him, having only recently invented a signature besides his legal one. Well, recently as of a couple years ago, but he hadn't had to use it much yet, in his defense. "I believe I did. Was that Pheo or am I misremembering the order? Xino is the Author, yes?" 

[Shatter He/Him]

13 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Well, you see, hamsters all over the Cosmere have continued to thrive, but then evil intern bound his soul to an evil axe, failed to steal a magic sword, and successfully stole a piece of paper that lets him summon Bargain Mart Voldemort and is about to destroy all hamsters (and everything else)

so that’s happening

this seems very much like one of the original TLT plotlines

[Verdance he/him]

Just now, Shatter said:

this seems very much like one of the original TLT plotlines

It’s Nameless whole thing, I can’t tell if he’s seriously going to try and destroy the Thread, in which case I will have to start abusing Undertale and Wheel of Time references

[Keke They/he]

22 minutes ago, Shatter said:

Ryna looked into the toolbox and picked out a spare. She looked it over and handed it to Rebyl.

rebyl put it in and held it there while her other hand did all the same things in reverse. 

58 minutes ago, AonEne said:

Ene poked his head into the thread to reminisce. "Did the world ever get its population of hamsters back from when they were lost on page two shortly before the creation of Uncle Brandy? I haven't been here in ages. No worries if no one else remembers either." 

atlas blinked a few times. "Well ma Au'f'or tied weading thwough da beginng but it'd difficult to follow. I dunno wut was happing. But I know we are as alot of person say, 'royally cooked'" she held out a small hand. "My names atlas, you seem to be ene?"

16 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Tell me. Why are you trying to kill me again?"

"Are you familiar with Onyx?"

"Greetings!" said Bacon the Bard with a bow. "Actually, I happen to have a world of hamsters in my Bacon castle, if that counts for anything. I strive to remember my roots. Speaking of which, may I have your autograph?"

he furrowed his brows. "I... cause.. I dunnom"

-

She shook her head. "My author remembers seeing him back before I was created, he didnt track the plot well tho."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Done! All gone."

She blinked.

"Really?"

1 hour ago, Unintelligenius said:

ob walks into the gate and finds an empty courtyard, the only sound coming from the fountain in the middle. 

"Hello?" Bob shouts, "Is anyone here?"

Bob's voice echoes off the building around him, but there is no reply. 

"Bob turns to the wind, "Do you think they left to go train or what?"

"I dunno. I've never met them."

 

[AonEne he/him]

10 minutes ago, Keke said:

atlas blinked a few times. "Well ma Au'f'or tied weading thwough da beginng but it'd difficult to follow. I dunno wut was happing. But I know we are as alot of person say, 'royally cooked'" she held out a small hand. "My names atlas, you seem to be ene?"

Ene shook it. "Indeed indeed I am! Sorry to hear that about being cooked, that's rough. Anything I can do to help?" 

[xinoehp512 he/him]

12 minutes ago, AonEne said:

Ene signed the bow with a flourish, which was new for him, having only recently invented a signature besides his legal one. Well, recently as of a couple years ago, but he hadn't had to use it much yet, in his defense. "I believe I did. Was that Pheo or am I misremembering the order? Xino is the Author, yes?" 

"Xino was the original Narrator of the Author Fate, followed by Narrator Phoenix. At least, that's what the records say!" Bacon paused. "If I may ask- what were they like, those original Narrators?"

7 minutes ago, Keke said:

rebyl put it in and held it there while her other hand did all the same things in reverse. 

atlas blinked a few times. "Well ma Au'f'or tied weading thwough da beginng but it'd difficult to follow. I dunno wut was happing. But I know we are as alot of person say, 'royally cooked'" she held out a small hand. "My names atlas, you seem to be ene?"

he furrowed his brows. "I... cause.. I dunnom"

"Think, my friend! That is what this place is for, after all."

7 minutes ago, Keke said:

She shook her head. "My author remembers seeing him back before I was created, he didnt track the plot well tho."

"He smiled, once. I don't think he has in a long time."

4 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She blinked.

"Really?"

"I dunno. I've never met them."

 

"Indeed. Who were they, anyhow? They seemed awfully angry."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

7 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Indeed. Who were they, anyhow? They seemed awfully angry."

". . . The rest of my people. The rulers of this kingdom killed our leaders and children."

She helped the kids back into their beds.

". . . I didn't want to get involved in the fighting."

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

3 hours ago, Keke said:

erryin jumped up and looked around. @Kansas Stormcursed

They just see a straight hallway extending forever

[NameIess]

3 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

“Don’t give 9/10 the credit. I think something terrible just happened at the vault, and it will be preoccupied at worst, at best we’ll have a tenuous alliance. I think when I was in its head, I got some idea of what it is. It’s not a character in the usual sense- and it came here with me, so if I hadn’t been so curious to come here, it wouldn’t exist in TLT in the first place. It is here because of me, has the sword because of me, and it’s already my responsibility. At this point I just have to hope we all survive long enough to have to worry about it.” He realized he was rambling. The experience had rattled him, certainly. “All this to say. Yes. I swear it. I will oppose 9/10mmHB#2.”

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For an instant, the realm that 9/10mmHB#2 occupied suddenly rippled, the boundary between the sight, language, and hearing warping and twisting under the weight of an invisible force. For a few moments 9/10’s hearing became a rush of noise, an explosion, screaming, a single discordant note like a metal string, broken voices -knows how to summon the Witherlord- -had worried it wouldn’t cha-  -swear it. I will oppose nine ten- -ended up killing an Author? The experience suddenly ended. 9/10mmHB#2 jolted in shock. That was disorienting. What just happened?

 

“Then your trial is passed.”

Inkwell appeared in the Dreamsmith’s workshop. The Dreamsmith stood before him, a man of flesh with eyes of fire. “Hello Inkwell. What shall I forge for you?”

Spoiler

“No idea!” The Dreamsmith examined 9/10 carefully. “It seems you saw many different parts of the Thread at once. It could be an effect of the World of Dreams. You are more connected to it than most, given your incorporeal nature.” The Dreamsmith looked down at his wrist, on which a watch appeared

“Oh my, you are falling behind. Inkwell’s already made it to me. Better hurry up and develop. Here, I’ll help. What are your flaws?”.

1 hour ago, Shatter said:

this seems very much like one of the original TLT plotlines

Well I do often have a hankering for the whimsy and nonsense of TLT past.

1 hour ago, edgyswordname said:

It’s Nameless whole thing, I can’t tell if he’s seriously going to try and destroy the Thread, in which case I will have to start abusing Undertale and Wheel of Time references

If he does manage to claim the Witherlord, Malevolence certainly will try to destroy the Thread. However, even the Witherlord can only do so much. Destroy worlds? Yes. Entire Thread at once? No.

As he waited for Rebus’s reply, Malevolence finished his work on the rebuilt and modified Evil Communicator. With a small laser pencil, he engraved the new name onto its surface: Darkness Instant Messenger.

Activating the device, Malevolence thought clearly, device sending those thoughts to the intelligent beings of darkness across the Thread.

”Greetings! I am Malevolence, and I have uncovered the secret ritual to return your master from the void. While I am wary of the certain risk of betrayal, I also am hopeful of finding some likeminded individuals who would be willing to aid me as I complete the ritual. If any of you exist who wish to ally with me, just think your response with Intent, and the device will transmit it directly to me.”

@xinoehp512@Through The Living Glass

Edited February 12 by NameIess

[Verdance he/him]

6 minutes ago, NameIess said:

“Then your trial is passed.”

Inkwell appeared in the Dreamsmith’s workshop. The Dreamsmith stood before him, a man of flesh with eyes of fire. “Hello Inkwell. What shall I forge for you?”

  Reveal hidden contents

“No idea!” The Dreamsmith examined 9/10 carefully. “It seems you saw many different parts of the Thread at once. It could be an effect of the World of Dreams. You are more connected to it than most, given your incorporeal nature.” The Dreamsmith looked down at his wrist, on which a watch appeared

“Oh my, you are falling behind. Inkwell’s already made it to me. Better hurry up and develop. Here, I’ll help. What are your flaws?”.

Well I do often have a hankering for the whimsy and nonsense of TLT past.

If he does manage to claim the Witherlord, Malevolence certainly will try to destroy the Thread. However, even the Witherlord can only do so much. Destroy worlds? Yes. Entire Thread at once? No.

As he waited for Rebus’s reply, Malevolence finished his work on the rebuilt and modified Evil Communicator. With a small laser pencil, he engraved the new name onto its surface: Darkness Instant Messenger.

Activating the device, Malevolence thought clearly, device sending those thoughts to the intelligent beings of darkness across the Thread.

”Greetings! I am Malevolence, and I have uncovered the secret ritual to return your master from the void. While I am wary of the certain risk of betrayal, I also am hopeful of finding some likeminded individuals who would be willing to aid me as I complete the ritual. If any of you exist who wish to ally with me, just think your response with Intent, and the device will transmit it directly to me.”

@xinoehp512@Through The Living Glass

“Do you mind if I wait for it to finish? If 9/10mmHB#2 fails, I’m going to have to ask for a body for it. And if it succeeds…” He held out the arcadian pen to the Dreamsmith. “I’d need this… improved. It’s similar to Narration but on a leash, so to say. I think it could be more powerful than your average Narrator, with your help. I’m not even sure how it works, though from what I know about this world it’s bound to contain at least a little prismite. You might be able to understand what it is better than I.”

Spoiler

9/10mmHB#2 sighed deeply. Of course he did. How would it go about this? It was already difficult enough to think about these things, was that pride or nature? It would run from any fight he couldn’t win, was that cowardice or common sense? It would manipulate Inkwell into getting it a body, was that selfishness or just equity? 
The more it considered, the more it knew it didn’t have one flaw that would be the solution. It had almost anything you could think of. It was callous enough to wipe out entire worlds with the detachment of a force of nature, entitled enough that a challenge like this turned it rude and violent, and petty enough to withhold useful information just to spite Inkwell. But it wasn’t particularly distasteful of any of such traits.
Wait. Could it lie? No. Not in someone else’s mind. That would be impossible. Add dishonesty to the list. 
This was stupid. It wasn’t a character that needed development. It almost wished it had fought. But there had to be some way to con its way through this. Honesty might be the best thing here, it admitted. The trouble with having everything about yourself but a goal erased is that it erases you. I haven’t questioned why I follow orders, why I am this way. Maybe it’s time I should. I chose to fill the role of a character. Now it’s time to become one. If I decide to destroy something I will have a reason, and if I don’t- all the better for my reputation. And I’ll deal with the consequences. 
I’m going to be honest. You’ve given me an entire crisis of identity. I’m supposed to destroy this world, sabotage it, find a way to make the authors lose interest and make the whole machine grind to a halt. Don’t get me wrong, I hate it here, so much. But I’m beginning to realize I don’t have much a reason to exist. And being part of this is a reason. Even if the part I play is a destroyer.

No, I won’t change. But I will think. 

 

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

2 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

Well, you see, hamsters all over the Cosmere have continued to thrive, but then evil intern bound his soul to an evil axe, failed to steal a magic sword, and successfully stole a piece of paper that lets him summon Bargain Mart Voldemort and is about to destroy all hamsters (and everything else)

so that’s happening

Stoppppp calling the Witherlord Bargain Mart Voldemort

Most TLT characters would barely blink at Voldemort.

49 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

They just see a straight hallway extending forever

That’s not much of a Labyrinth…

 

[Verdance he/him]

1 minute ago, Ashkaloda said:

Stoppppp calling the Witherlord Bargain Mart Voldemort

Most TLT characters would barely blink at Voldemort.

That’s not much of a Labyrinth…

 

No it’s funny and this is TLT

would you prefer Thrift Store Sauron?

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

3 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said:

Stoppppp calling the Witherlord Bargain Mart Voldemort

Most TLT characters would barely blink at Voldemort.

That’s not much of a Labyrinth…

 

It's a mind

It need not follow rules

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

Just now, edgyswordname said:

No it’s funny and this is TLT

would you prefer Thrift Store Sauron?

Yes, actually. Sauron is way more intimidating. 

[Keke They/he]

2 hours ago, AonEne said:

Ene shook it. "Indeed indeed I am! Sorry to hear that about being cooked, that's rough. Anything I can do to help?" 

"we need (r)eally  eveyone to help fight the wi'er yord." 

Wither lord, she has a speach impedament. 

2 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Xino was the original Narrator of the Author Fate, followed by Narrator Phoenix. At least, that's what the records say!" Bacon paused. "If I may ask- what were they like, those original Narrators?"

"Think, my friend! That is what this place is for, after all."

"He smiled, once. I don't think he has in a long time."

"Indeed. Who were they, anyhow? They seemed awfully angry."

he scratched his chin. "Cause... I was forced to. But I saw something thar stopped me. What was it..." his eyes widened. "You were eith atlas."

-

She nodddd. "did he die?"

1 hour ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

They just see a straight hallway extending forever

they groan. "What the hell! It just goes on forever!"

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

30 minutes ago, Keke said:

"we need (r)eally  eveyone to help fight the wi'er yord." 

Wither lord, she has a speach impedament. 

he scratched his chin. "Cause... I was forced to. But I saw something thar stopped me. What was it..." his eyes widened. "You were eith atlas."

-

She nodddd. "did he die?"

they groan. "What the hell! It just goes on forever!"

“The hallway does, in both directions? Do you see Cep and Aeryn anywhere?”

[NameIess]

55 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

“Do you mind if I wait for it to finish? If 9/10mmHB#2 fails, I’m going to have to ask for a body for it. And if it succeeds…” He held out the arcadian pen to the Dreamsmith. “I’d need this… improved. It’s similar to Narration but on a leash, so to say. I think it could be more powerful than your average Narrator, with your help. I’m not even sure how it works, though from what I know about this world it’s bound to contain at least a little prismite. You might be able to understand what it is better than I.”

  Reveal hidden contents

9/10mmHB#2 sighed deeply. Of course he did. How would it go about this? It was already difficult enough to think about these things, was that pride or nature? It would run from any fight he couldn’t win, was that cowardice or common sense? It would manipulate Inkwell into getting it a body, was that selfishness or just equity? 
The more it considered, the more it knew it didn’t have one flaw that would be the solution. It had almost anything you could think of. It was callous enough to wipe out entire worlds with the detachment of a force of nature, entitled enough that a challenge like this turned it rude and violent, and petty enough to withhold useful information just to spite Inkwell. But it wasn’t particularly distasteful of any of such traits.
Wait. Could it lie? No. Not in someone else’s mind. That would be impossible. Add dishonesty to the list. 
This was stupid. It wasn’t a character that needed development. It almost wished it had fought. But there had to be some way to con its way through this. Honesty might be the best thing here, it admitted. The trouble with having everything about yourself but a goal erased is that it erases you. I haven’t questioned why I follow orders, why I am this way. Maybe it’s time I should. I chose to fill the role of a character. Now it’s time to become one. If I decide to destroy something I will have a reason, and if I don’t- all the better for my reputation. And I’ll deal with the consequences. 
I’m going to be honest. You’ve given me an entire crisis of identity. I’m supposed to destroy this world, sabotage it, find a way to make the authors lose interest and make the whole machine grind to a halt. Don’t get me wrong, I hate it here, so much. But I’m beginning to realize I don’t have much a reason to exist. And being part of this is a reason. Even if the part I play is a destroyer.

No, I won’t change. But I will think. 

 

"Oh, I cannot make him a body. He did not bring one with him, and so any body I make him will be as unreal as I am." The Dreamsmith took the pen. "This is an interesting device. It does indeed have Prismite within its structure..." He peered into the pen lengthwise. "Does it gather ambient C.L. from the Thread? Incredible." He looked up at Inkwell. "Where did you say you got it?"

Spoiler

"Good enough for me." The Dreamsmith snapped his fingers, and 9/10 exited his mind and entered his workshop.

9/10 was back in Inkwell's body. But for some reason, Inkwell was not present in it. The Dreamsmith watched him, no longer made of fire and light, but mortal flesh. Only his eyes, glowing like embers, revealed the nature of his soul.

"Welcome, 9/10mmHB#2. What shall I forge for you?"

For context, the Dreamsmith has altered the flow of the story to place Inkwell and 9/10's consciousnesses within the same body, but at different times for that body. Also, they're each in a separate instance of the Dreamsmith's workshop.

[Verdance he/him]

25 minutes ago, NameIess said:

"Oh, I cannot make him a body. He did not bring one with him, and so any body I make him will be as unreal as I am." The Dreamsmith took the pen. "This is an interesting device. It does indeed have Prismite within its structure..." He peered into the pen lengthwise. "Does it gather ambient C.L. from the Thread? Incredible." He looked up at Inkwell. "Where did you say you got it?"

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"Good enough for me." The Dreamsmith snapped his fingers, and 9/10 exited his mind and entered his workshop.

9/10 was back in Inkwell's body. But for some reason, Inkwell was not present in it. The Dreamsmith watched him, no longer made of fire and light, but mortal flesh. Only his eyes, glowing like embers, revealed the nature of his soul.

"Welcome, 9/10mmHB#2. What shall I forge for you?"

For context, the Dreamsmith has altered the flow of the story to place Inkwell and 9/10's consciousnesses within the same body, but at different times for that body. Also, they're each in a separate instance of the Dreamsmith's workshop.

Well, if the Dreamsmith couldn't provide 9/10 a body, it wasn't Inkwell's fault. He could probably figure it out himself, given a little inspiration. "Um. I had a friend who lended it to me before I came here. She... died. I think she must have been a Narrator, or some equivalent from my world. I might have broken a piece off of it by accident. Before that it couldn't create anything within a narrative magic system, like a lightsaber or a god metal." He pondered the pen for a while. "The Lost Pages have been stolen. Maybe what the Thread needs is something that can fight withergeists." He thinks of Futility, which has mysteriously returned to his belt in its improved form. He remembers how it reacted to Fog when she touched it- drawing mordite from her mist, the inksteel trying to absorb as much mordite as possible to improve the copy. "The sword. You're familiar with mordite weapons?"

im going to guess, is "ambient C. L." Creative Light? 

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9/10mmHB#2 stares. It- no, he, couldn't believe that was enough. The Thread suddenly became visible to him again. He groaned inwardly. You can't make me a body. It can't be helped, I guess, but- storms, it's frustrating. I had Inkwell seek you out because the pen can't make true life, and I didn't want to take the chance. But we'll have to figure something else out. He always does. These last words were practically spat. An idea came to him. An Ennuller is a person with a nullite core, like a Narrator is a person with a Prismite core, right? And a mordite core... bonding mordite to your soul... He couldn't push away the intrusive thought that the last time someone had come in here with a mordite blade, they had left with it bonded to their soul. 

Could you make a way I could become an ennuller if I were to obtain a body? 

Inkwell notices a guarded expression on the Dreamsmith's face at the mention of a mordite weapon. "I have one, my own creation. Or partially mine, partially 9/10's. It... reacted curiously to a withergeist's touch. I have the feeling that it could become a powerful tool in the coming days, but it's still dangerous. Volatile. When it touched the withergeist, I could feel the mordite in the weapon reacting, feeding. I don't want it damaging my soul. Luxite is lost, and would paint a target on my back, but... what would happen if it was alloyed with... Nullite perhaps?"

[xinoehp512 he/him]

5 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

". . . The rest of my people. The rulers of this kingdom killed our leaders and children."

She helped the kids back into their beds.

". . . I didn't want to get involved in the fighting."

"Ah. A revenge situation, I presume?" Bacon shook his head sympathetically. "Well, if there's nothing else you need me for, I'll be happy to leave you and your children in peace."

4 hours ago, NameIess said:

“Then your trial is passed.”

Inkwell appeared in the Dreamsmith’s workshop. The Dreamsmith stood before him, a man of flesh with eyes of fire. “Hello Inkwell. What shall I forge for you?”

  Reveal hidden contents

“No idea!” The Dreamsmith examined 9/10 carefully. “It seems you saw many different parts of the Thread at once. It could be an effect of the World of Dreams. You are more connected to it than most, given your incorporeal nature.” The Dreamsmith looked down at his wrist, on which a watch appeared

“Oh my, you are falling behind. Inkwell’s already made it to me. Better hurry up and develop. Here, I’ll help. What are your flaws?”.

Well I do often have a hankering for the whimsy and nonsense of TLT past.

If he does manage to claim the Witherlord, Malevolence certainly will try to destroy the Thread. However, even the Witherlord can only do so much. Destroy worlds? Yes. Entire Thread at once? No.

As he waited for Rebus’s reply, Malevolence finished his work on the rebuilt and modified Evil Communicator. With a small laser pencil, he engraved the new name onto its surface: Darkness Instant Messenger.

Activating the device, Malevolence thought clearly, device sending those thoughts to the intelligent beings of darkness across the Thread.

”Greetings! I am Malevolence, and I have uncovered the secret ritual to return your master from the void. While I am wary of the certain risk of betrayal, I also am hopeful of finding some likeminded individuals who would be willing to aid me as I complete the ritual. If any of you exist who wish to ally with me, just think your response with Intent, and the device will transmit it directly to me.”

@xinoehp512@Through The Living Glass

A hooded figure materialized. "...at long last."

I know there was at least one scene for this guy but the Thread is so long gosh darn it

Does anyone remember where that one time I hid something behind a ridiculous number of pages was?

3 hours ago, Keke said:

"we need (r)eally  eveyone to help fight the wi'er yord." 

Wither lord, she has a speach impedament. 

he scratched his chin. "Cause... I was forced to. But I saw something thar stopped me. What was it..." his eyes widened. "You were eith atlas."

Images of Atlas appeared around them. "Yep," said Bacon. "I sure was. We're best buds!"

3 hours ago, Keke said:

She nodddd. "did he die?"

they groan. "What the hell! It just goes on forever!"

"No, he didn't die- although I'm sure a part of him wishes he had. Not much fun, being locked up in a castle forever. That's part of why I exist, you know- a Narrator that Fate could send forth, one not burdened with the weight of the past."

[NameIess]

1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said:

know there was at least one scene for this guy but the Thread is so long gosh darn it

Does anyone remember where that one time I hid something behind a ridiculous number of pages was?

5 hours ago, Keke said:

Found it! Page 2964, last post

3 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

Well, if the Dreamsmith couldn't provide 9/10 a body, it wasn't Inkwell's fault. He could probably figure it out himself, given a little inspiration. "Um. I had a friend who lended it to me before I came here. She... died. I think she must have been a Narrator, or some equivalent from my world. I might have broken a piece off of it by accident. Before that it couldn't create anything within a narrative magic system, like a lightsaber or a god metal." He pondered the pen for a while. "The Lost Pages have been stolen. Maybe what the Thread needs is something that can fight withergeists." He thinks of Futility, which has mysteriously returned to his belt in its improved form. He remembers how it reacted to Fog when she touched it- drawing mordite from her mist, the inksteel trying to absorb as much mordite as possible to improve the copy. "The sword. You're familiar with mordite weapons?"

im going to guess, is "ambient C. L." Creative Light? 

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9/10mmHB#2 stares. It- no, he, couldn't believe that was enough. The Thread suddenly became visible to him again. He groaned inwardly. You can't make me a body. It can't be helped, I guess, but- storms, it's frustrating. I had Inkwell seek you out because the pen can't make true life, and I didn't want to take the chance. But we'll have to figure something else out. He always does. These last words were practically spat. An idea came to him. An Ennuller is a person with a nullite core, like a Narrator is a person with a Prismite core, right? And a mordite core... bonding mordite to your soul... He couldn't push away the intrusive thought that the last time someone had come in here with a mordite blade, they had left with it bonded to their soul. 

Could you make a way I could become an ennuller if I were to obtain a body? 

Inkwell notices a guarded expression on the Dreamsmith's face at the mention of a mordite weapon. "I have one, my own creation. Or partially mine, partially 9/10's. It... reacted curiously to a withergeist's touch. I have the feeling that it could become a powerful tool in the coming days, but it's still dangerous. Volatile. When it touched the withergeist, I could feel the mordite in the weapon reacting, feeding. I don't want it damaging my soul. Luxite is lost, and would paint a target on my back, but... what would happen if it was alloyed with... Nullite perhaps?"

Close. Chaotic Light, of which Prismite is the solid form.

The Dreamsmith frowned. "I am... familiar with them." He rubbed his shoulder absently, blacksmith's apron revealing a scar of greyed flesh that ran down his right arm. "They are dangerous both to wielder and foe." He eyed Futility. "You know of the Blade I made for Malevolence. Know that his Blade is not a boon. It has only drawn him to greater evil, though it carries the potential for redemption. Indeed, I made it hoping..." The Dreamsmith looked down at his anvil. "Suffice it to say, I will not make such a Blade again. Even if I would, it would not aid you against the Witherlord." The Dreamsmith extended a hand, and a misty image of a Mordite blade appeared in it. "Withergeists, at least the more powerful of them, can control Mordite to an extent. However, a well-forged Blade can resist their efforts. With the Witherlord... no forging or alloy can resist him. He holds total dominion over all Chaotic Darkness, all Mordite, all withergeists. Beware, Inkwell. Futility will be useless against him." An indistinct figure appeared above the Dreamsmith's hand, grasping the Mordite blade. "The Narrator Nameless once battled the Witherlord with a Mordite blade. With the aid of the Skeins, survivors from the days of the Luxsprites, he brought the Witherlord to his knees. Helpless and chained, the Witherlord could do naught to stop the blade from falling." He dropped his hand, and the images vanished into shadow. "But in the end, with Mantle's bearer revealed, Nameless found he could not bring himself to slay the friend he failed."

Abruptly, the Dreamsmith picked up the Arcadian Pen. "I do believe I can modify this pen, or perhaps forge something like it." He examined Inkwell again. "It depends on your soul."

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The Dreamsmith raised an eyebrow. "Two problems. First, do you happen to have an extraordinary amount of Nullite on your person? Second, I am a forger of tools, not a maker of Narrators, Ennullers, or Withergeists. I... could make something from Nullite giving you related powers, but I prefer to work directly from the souls of those who come to me. Malevolence was an... exception. Besides that, Ennullers are generally strictly regulated. If you began acting in evil, their organization could very well hunt you down."

 

1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said:

A hooded figure materialized. "...at long last."

Malevolence nodded to him. "Greetings. I am he who has ripped the Lost Page from Bacon's grasp, he who will be the Witherlord." He nodded to the side, where Rebus sat greatly slowed by the absence of his Author. "That is Rebus, the Antagonist and one most determined to stop me from this path."

Edited February 12 by NameIess
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