The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Verdance he/him]

11 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

ah who cares

"Are you intoxicated?" Ribbon asked. "Mind your own business."

“Nope. But if you really despise me so much? Don’t imitate me.” He left, whistling the motif from Provider, and went to go annoy Malevolence further. @NameIess

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“Well, if you’re willing to take the chance. Though I think we should at least try. And get your friend here to talk about her feelings to someone, storms is she grumpy. I would have killed to have the excuse I just gave her back home.”

 

Glass only!

 

Edited February 14 by edgyswordname

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

“Nope. But if you really despise me so much? Don’t imitate me.” He left, whistling the motif from Provider, and went to go annoy Malevolence further. @NameIess

He's a menace and I love him

[Verdance he/him]

19 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

He's a menace and I love him

He’s not usually this bad. He acts up when he’s worried. And right now he’s very very worried. Plus I wanted to imitate some Bacon energy.

i think I broke NameIess. 

Edited February 14 by edgyswordname

[NameIess]

19 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

He’s not usually this bad. He acts up when he’s worried. And right now he’s very very worried. Plus I wanted to imitate some Bacon energy.

i think I broke NameIess. 

Not broken, just typing up a long post. I appreciate the Bacon energy. Bacon energy is old days TLT energy.

[Verdance he/him]

5 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Not broken, just typing up a long post. I appreciate the Bacon energy. Bacon energy is old days TLT energy.

Ah. Okay. I was worried I went a little overboard. Well, maybe i did.

high praise!

[NameIess]

Malevolence stood in the middle of the party, and felt... melancholy It was a time for celebration, yes, but there was sadness in his anticipation. This was something like a send-off ceremony. For soon he, Malevolence, villain, evil genius, and seeker of darkness, would be dead. Reborn, yes, but not the same.

Malevolence moved to check Darkseeker once more, then stopped. He stood there, hand frozen halfway to Darkseeker's hilt, and knew.

It is time.

Malevolence looked around the room at the partiers. They seemed... alive. Happy. Although in Ribbon's case, he doubted she would be for long. Even he could not help but find... disdain for that relationship. His sense of pride rebelled against it. To be so self-debasing as to sacrifice half of your power for the hope of... a date? Surely this was the weakness of good revealed. The weakness of the emotion known as 'love'.

Malevolence looked within himself. Was there any part of him that was not committed? He thought back to a conversation he'd had with Cricket's friends. Was there any point in friendship? Was love worth it? Did the path of good truly offer something the path of evil could neither explain nor supply?

No.

No, there was no part of Malevolence that regretted the path he'd taken. But there was a part of him that regretted what he would give up. To become the Witherlord would require sacrificing almost everything Malevolence had made himself to be. His inventions would become obsolete. His plans for total dominion of everything, plans he'd been making since before making himself known to the Thread, would be discarded. Even his personality, his mind, his being would be changed so utterly that he would not truly be the same person any longer.

Malevolence quietly stepped from the room, unnoticed by his guests. He walked down a side hallway, passing rooms filled with evil experiments. Half-finished drones incorporating the fundamental metals into their chassis. A new suit of Nullite armor, with an improved alloy and moving pieces that would create unpredictable gaps through which to wield Darkseeker's powers. A few witherrabbits in cages. Malevolence stepped onto a hovering metal disc, which skipped him forwards to his massive hangar, where several warships were being built. Powered by Prismite drives, he'd planned to use them in a campaign against Rebus's empire. He passed by unfolding sophons and experimental low-dimension prison cells.

Malevolence passed by further experiments, weapons, and plans in a blur. Everything he'd gathered, everything he'd fought for. And the secrets he now held in his head outweighed them all. His metal disc set down at the room he'd been looking for. Security and Prime teleportation control. Malevolence stepped inside, then deftly teleported his entire base away from the room the uninvited guests were partying in. He did it in stealth mode, without lightning. Finally made that breakthrough. Thought he. So much effort, and it ends up only being useful to keep some partying annoyances from noticing anything's wrong for a few moments longer.

He hovered his finger over the self-destruct button, intending to destroy all he had made. The Witherlord would be a fresh start. But then he hesitated. He moved his hand away from the self-destruct, instead moving over to the main security terminal.

Malevolence worked quickly, repairing the bypassed security systems and setting the base into lockdown. It would teleport multiple times per second according to a set algorithm which would be almost impossible to decipher. Perhaps some enterprising villain after me shall find this place, and be aided on their path. He thought, ignoring the fact that there would be no villains after him if his plans succeeded.

Malevolence closed his eyes. The feeling he'd felt back in the party had only grown stronger. It was time. Time to begin the ritual. He set his polka-dotted party hat down on the control panel, and gathered what he would need for the ritual. Darkseeker, in a sheath at his side. A personal teleporter. A box with a screen on the top, equipped with a teleporter designed to pierce through interference. A few of his favorite gadgets, but nothing too flashy. It felt... wrong to rely wholesale on technology and tricks for this final trial. Evil should be able to triumph without tricks. Besides, if more was needed, he could always fetch it by teleportation.

Malevolence tapped a few buttons on the box, and it vanished. He considered contacting Charnyx and Rebus, but they would doubtless notice his actions soon. With that, he teleported to the Place of Darkness.

He appeared at the foot of the mountain. Perhaps he should have gone straight to the top. Rebus likely would have done so. But again, this felt right. He would climb the mountain, as part of his final test. He looked up at the trial before him.

It was a jagged thing, with peaks and crags. There was certainly a sinister air about the place. And yet... it seemed to Malevolence to be too calm. The sky was blue, with hardly a cloud in sight. Surely, if such a momentous event as the summoning of the Witherlord were to take place, it should be at least raining.

As if on cue, lightning split the blue sky, striking the mountain's peak. Clouds swirled into existence from nowhere, a whirlpool in the sky. Rain, and hail fell in sheets. Lightning struck again and again. Oddly, Malevolence noticed, the epitome of the storm was not at the mountain's peak. It was centered on him.

With a smile on his face, Malevolence started up the mountain.

@xinoehp512 @DragonHeir @Through The Living Glass @TwinStorm

43 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

“Nope. But if you really despise me so much? Don’t imitate me.” He left, whistling the motif from Provider, and went to go annoy Malevolence further. @NameIess

Malevolence was not present. It seemed he'd slipped away, taking his party hat with him.

Edited February 14 by NameIess

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

54 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

glass eyes mean you can’t see. I mean. 
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“Well, you could try harder. Or I could try and draw you something to help. Do you have any idea how he’s hid them? I’m good at stealing things back from people… authority figures… parents…”

 

 

 

He laughs. “You’ve never danced with someone? You don’t want to end up like me. Alone. But you clearly both like each other. Don’t let it pass.” He cocked his head, listening to the music. 
——

Sanguine bared his teeth. “You don’t get it. It’s not what I want; it’s who I am. I am the uncaring blood of thousands on the battlefield. I am the gravity that breaks the skull of the rock climber who lost his grip. I am the anger in the eyes of the father who beats his son to death. I am not minded, I am violence, the tool of death, the end of the story never told. This is the way of the world.” @Ashkaloda

“That’s a good line,” she said. “You should keep it.”

[Verdance he/him]

19 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Malevolence stood in the middle of the party, and felt... melancholy It was a time for celebration, yes, but there was sadness in his anticipation. This was something like a send-off ceremony. For soon he, Malevolence, villain, evil genius, and seeker of darkness, would be dead. Reborn, yes, but not the same.

Malevolence moved to check Darkseeker once more, then stopped. He stood there, hand frozen halfway to Darkseeker's hilt, and knew.

It is time.

Malevolence looked around the room at the partiers. They seemed... alive. Happy. Although in Ribbon's case, he doubted she would be for long. Even he could not help but find... disdain for that relationship. His sense of pride rebelled against it. To be so self-debasing as to sacrifice half of your power for the hope of... a date? Surely this was the weakness of good revealed. The weakness of the emotion known as 'love'.

Malevolence looked within himself. Was there any part of him that was not committed? He thought back to a conversation he'd had with Cricket's friends. Was there any point in friendship? Was love worth it? Did the path of good truly offer something the path of evil could neither explain nor supply?

No.

No, there was no part of Malevolence that regretted the path he'd taken. But there was a part of him that regretted what he would give up. To become the Witherlord would require sacrificing almost everything Malevolence had made himself to be. His inventions would become obsolete. His plans for total dominion of everything, plans he'd been making since before making himself known to the Thread, would be discarded. Even his personality, his mind, his being would be changed so utterly that he would not truly be the same person any longer.

Malevolence quietly stepped from the room, unnoticed by his guests. He walked down a side hallway, passing rooms filled with evil experiments. Half-finished drones incorporating the fundamental metals into their chassis. A new suit of Nullite armor, with an improved alloy and moving pieces that would create unpredictable gaps through which to wield Darkseeker's powers. A few witherrabbits in cages. Malevolence stepped onto a hovering metal disc, which skipped him forwards to his massive hangar, where several warships were being built. Powered by Prismite drives, he'd planned to use them in a campaign against Rebus's empire. He passed by unfolding sophons and experimental low-dimension prison cells.

Malevolence passed by further experiments, weapons, and plans in a blur. Everything he'd gathered, everything he'd fought for. And the secrets he now held in his head outweighed them all. His metal disc set down at the room he'd been looking for. Security and Prime teleportation control. Malevolence stepped inside, then deftly teleported his entire base away from the room the uninvited guests were partying in. He did it in stealth mode, without lightning. Finally made that breakthrough. Thought he. So much effort, and it ends up only being useful to keep some partying annoyances from noticing anything's wrong for a few moments longer.

He hovered his finger over the self-destruct button, intending to destroy all he had made. The Witherlord would be a fresh start. But then he hesitated. He moved his hand away from the self-destruct, instead moving over to the main security terminal.

Malevolence worked quickly, repairing the bypassed security systems and setting the base into lockdown. It would teleport multiple times per second according to a set algorithm which would be almost impossible to decipher. Perhaps some enterprising villain after me shall find this place, and be aided on their path. He thought, ignoring the fact that there would be no villains after him if his plans succeeded.

Malevolence closed his eyes. The feeling he'd felt back in the party had only grown stronger. It was time. Time to begin the ritual. He set his polka-dotted party hat down on the control panel, and gathered what he would need for the ritual. Darkseeker, in a sheath at his side. A personal teleporter. A box with a screen on the top, equipped with a teleporter designed to pierce through interference. A few of his favorite gadgets, but nothing too flashy. It felt... wrong to rely wholesale on technology and tricks for this final trial. Evil should be able to triumph without tricks. Besides, if more was needed, he could always fetch it by teleportation.

Malevolence tapped a few buttons on the box, and it vanished. He considered contacting Charnyx and Rebus, but they would doubtless notice his actions soon. With that, he teleported to the Place of Darkness.

He appeared at the foot of the mountain. Perhaps he should have gone straight to the top. Rebus likely would have done so. But again, this felt right. He would climb the mountain, as part of his final test. He looked up at the trial before him.

It was a jagged thing, with peaks and crags. There was certainly a sinister air about the place. And yet... it seemed to Malevolence to be too calm. The sky was blue, with hardly a cloud in sight. Surely, if such a momentous event as the summoning of the Witherlord were to take place, it should be at least raining.

As if on cue, lightning split the blue sky, striking the mountain's peak. Clouds swirled into existence from nowhere, a whirlpool in the sky. Rain, and hail fell in sheets. Lightning struck again and again. Oddly, Malevolence noticed, the epitome of the storm was not at the mountain's peak. It was centered on him.

With a smile on his face, Malevolence started up the mountain.

@xinoehp512 @DragonHeir @Through The Living Glass @TwinStorm

Malevolence was not present. It seemed he'd slipped away, taking his party hat with him.

Omg peak :3 

lmk when your first novel releases I wanna buy the first copy

Inkwell can’t find their oh so gracious host. Instead he has found that all the doors in the evil lair lead nowhere. It seems Malevolence hasn’t even tried any cake. Oh well, it tastes like ink anyhow. Night? He thinks. Could you do me a favor and contact 9/10mmHB#2? I’m not sure of his loyalty but he would definitely join forces against malevolence given the chance. He hurries back to the party, seeking out Ribbon and Fog, deadly serious. “Sorry for heckling you, Ribbon,” he acknowledges. “But the birthday boy is opening his presents early.” @Through The Living Glass@Aeoryi
——

18 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said:

“That’s a good line,” she said. “You should keep it.”

Sanguine scowls, sharpening his fingers into blades. “I’m not here to talk. Are you going to run, or bleed?”

——

A starhawk lands on 9/10mmHB#2 as he stares up at a world where a goddess has broken out of a moon and destroyed the earth. “Hello. Who are you?” The starhawk screeches, conveying urgency. “Alright, alright. I’ll come.” He gets up, surveying the terrain. The Godmother approaches, confused by the presence of a human in a world where all have Ascended. “Goodbye,” he shouts as the starhawk yanks him away through space. 
——

Eden approached Inkwell as he returned from somewhere. Inkwell didn’t notice her, talking to the woman made of water. Suddenly, a starhawk appeared out of nowhere and screeched apologetically, before yanking her away across all space. 

Edited February 14 by edgyswordname

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

13 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Malevolence stood in the middle of the party, and felt... melancholy It was a time for celebration, yes, but there was sadness in his anticipation. This was something like a send-off ceremony. For soon he, Malevolence, villain, evil genius, and seeker of darkness, would be dead. Reborn, yes, but not the same.

Malevolence moved to check Darkseeker once more, then stopped. He stood there, hand frozen halfway to Darkseeker's hilt, and knew.

It is time.

Malevolence looked around the room at the partiers. They seemed... alive. Happy. Although in Ribbon's case, he doubted she would be for long. Even he could not help but find... disdain for that relationship. His sense of pride rebelled against it. To be so self-debasing as to sacrifice half of your power for the hope of... a date? Surely this was the weakness of good revealed. The weakness of the emotion known as 'love'.

Malevolence looked within himself. Was there any part of him that was not committed? He thought back to a conversation he'd had with Cricket's friends. Was there any point in friendship? Was love worth it? Did the path of good truly offer something the path of evil could neither explain nor supply?

No.

No, there was no part of Malevolence that regretted the path he'd taken. But there was a part of him that regretted what he would give up. To become the Witherlord would require sacrificing almost everything Malevolence had made himself to be. His inventions would become obsolete. His plans for total dominion of everything, plans he'd been making since before making himself known to the Thread, would be discarded. Even his personality, his mind, his being would be changed so utterly that he would not truly be the same person any longer.

Malevolence quietly stepped from the room, unnoticed by his guests. He walked down a side hallway, passing rooms filled with evil experiments. Half-finished drones incorporating the fundamental metals into their chassis. A new suit of Nullite armor, with an improved alloy and moving pieces that would create unpredictable gaps through which to wield Darkseeker's powers. A few witherrabbits in cages. Malevolence stepped onto a hovering metal disc, which skipped him forwards to his massive hangar, where several warships were being built. Powered by Prismite drives, he'd planned to use them in a campaign against Rebus's empire. He passed by unfolding sophons and experimental low-dimension prison cells.

Malevolence passed by further experiments, weapons, and plans in a blur. Everything he'd gathered, everything he'd fought for. And the secrets he now held in his head outweighed them all. His metal disc set down at the room he'd been looking for. Security and Prime teleportation control. Malevolence stepped inside, then deftly teleported his entire base away from the room the uninvited guests were partying in. He did it in stealth mode, without lightning. Finally made that breakthrough. Thought he. So much effort, and it ends up only being useful to keep some partying annoyances from noticing anything's wrong for a few moments longer.

He hovered his finger over the self-destruct button, intending to destroy all he had made. The Witherlord would be a fresh start. But then he hesitated. He moved his hand away from the self-destruct, instead moving over to the main security terminal.

Malevolence worked quickly, repairing the bypassed security systems and setting the base into lockdown. It would teleport multiple times per second according to a set algorithm which would be almost impossible to decipher. Perhaps some enterprising villain after me shall find this place, and be aided on their path. He thought, ignoring the fact that there would be no villains after him if his plans succeeded.

Malevolence closed his eyes. The feeling he'd felt back in the party had only grown stronger. It was time. Time to begin the ritual. He set his polka-dotted party hat down on the control panel, and gathered what he would need for the ritual. Darkseeker, in a sheath at his side. A personal teleporter. A box with a screen on the top, equipped with a teleporter designed to pierce through interference. A few of his favorite gadgets, but nothing too flashy. It felt... wrong to rely wholesale on technology and tricks for this final trial. Evil should be able to triumph without tricks. Besides, if more was needed, he could always fetch it by teleportation.

Malevolence tapped a few buttons on the box, and it vanished. He considered contacting Charnyx and Rebus, but they would doubtless notice his actions soon. With that, he teleported to the Place of Darkness.

He appeared at the foot of the mountain. Perhaps he should have gone straight to the top. Rebus likely would have done so. But again, this felt right. He would climb the mountain, as part of his final test. He looked up at the trial before him.

It was a jagged thing, with peaks and crags. There was certainly a sinister air about the place. And yet... it seemed to Malevolence to be too calm. The sky was blue, with hardly a cloud in sight. Surely, if such a momentous event as the summoning of the Witherlord were to take place, it should be at least raining.

As if on cue, lightning split the blue sky, striking the mountain's peak. Clouds swirled into existence from nowhere, a whirlpool in the sky. Rain, and hail fell in sheets. Lightning struck again and again. Oddly, Malevolence noticed, the epitome of the storm was not at the mountain's peak. It was centered on him.

With a smile on his face, Malevolence started up the mountain.

@xinoehp512 @DragonHeir @Through The Living Glass @TwinStorm

Malevolence was not present. It seemed he'd slipped away, taking his party hat with him.

Nice

Fog was there. Strange. She'd appeared nearly the same exact instant that he had, but she sat upon a rock by the path which made it look like she'd been there already, waiting for him.

"Heyyyyy," she sang with a genuine-looking smile.

"You ready?"

Are they in the Void or just some random dark place?

5 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Omg peak :3 

lmk when your first novel releases I wanna buy the first copy

Inkwell can’t find their oh so gracious host. Instead he has found that all the doors in the evil lair lead nowhere. It seems Malevolence hasn’t even tried any cake. Oh well, it tastes like ink anyhow. He hurries back to the party, seeking out Ribbon and Fog, deadly serious. “Sorry for heckling you, Ribbon,” he acknowledges. “But the birthday boy is opening his presents early.” 
——

Sanguine scowls, sharpening his fingers into blades. “I’m not here to talk. Are you going to run, or bleed?”

Right? Lmao

Fog was gone.

[Verdance he/him]

7 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Nice

Fog was there. Strange. She'd appeared nearly the same exact instant that he had, but she sat upon a rock by the path which made it look like she'd been there already, waiting for him.

"Heyyyyy," she sang with a genuine-looking smile.

"You ready?"

Are they in the Void or just some random dark place?

Right? Lmao

Fog was gone.

Ehhhh… he was just going to apologize to ribbon and alert the two to the event anyhow. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, edgyswordname said:

Ehhhh… he was just going to apologize to ribbon and alert the two to the event anyhow. 

Fair lol

[Verdance he/him]

2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Fair lol

Wait what the heck 

the description for the place malevolence is at is describing a place identical to my first attempt at writing a book (which was complete garbage by some thirteen year old who thought character design was hair color and what type of weapon they have)

but like almost word for word identical

[Myst He/Him]

27 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Wait what the heck 

the description for the place malevolence is at is describing a place identical to my first attempt at writing a book (which was complete garbage by some thirteen year old who thought character design was hair color and what type of weapon they have)

but like almost word for word identical

Did everyone try to write something at 13???

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 minutes ago, Mistfallen Soldier said:

Did everyone try to write something at 13???

I think most people do

[Honors Spectral Image She/her]

13 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

The man regains his senses and tries to punch Inkwell, who dodges, grabbing the sketchbook and making a very crude sketch of the man‘s clothes. It transforms into ink and holds him in place. “How about you stay put for the moment.” Night, can you find someplace for this guy, he thinks. The starhawk screeches a goodbye to Isabel and Cleo, then flies to the man and lands on it. With a triumphant cry, they both vanish, the man taken away to a world where people are forced to undergo therapy, because the man clearly needs it. “So. Glad I could help. I’ve got to try and find some way to help stop the evil intern from summoning thrift store Sauron and destroying-“ he gestured wildly to everything around him. “All of this. So that’s great.”

Suddenly, the starhawk appears and takes Inkwell… elsewhere. Without permission or warning.

“wait but…” Isabel shouts after him “how do I get home” when no reply comes she sits down on the porch and thinks, the bird sleeping in her hair occasionally twitters from a dream, but other than that, the world is silent.

@Through The Living Glass

[Verdance he/him]

28 minutes ago, Honors Ghost said:

“wait but…” Isabel shouts after him “how do I get home” when no reply comes she sits down on the porch and thinks, the bird sleeping in her hair occasionally twitters from a dream, but other than that, the world is silent.

@Through The Living Glass

Oop my bad

[Honors Spectral Image She/her]

3 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Oop my bad

Lolll

[Verdance he/him]

Isabel is left alone in Inkwell’s cabin. A glance at a map in the corner tells her there is no civilization within walking distance. She’ll have to find another way home. On the desk is left a dagger on top of a page ripped out of the notebook depicting the same dagger. Scrawled over the margins of the drawing are notes: “rift blade v.2” “why won’t it work” “9/10 energy signature required?” “Copying another existing object invalidates magic?” And at the bottom of the page, “another character could use this. Probably.” The dagger is unnamed. Surely Inkwell won’t miss a defective portal creating object. @Honors Ghost

[Honors Spectral Image She/her]

8 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Isabel is left alone in Inkwell’s cabin. A glance at a map in the corner tells her there is no civilization within walking distance. She’ll have to find another way home. On the desk is left a dagger on top of a page ripped out of the notebook depicting the same dagger. Scrawled over the margins of the drawing are notes: “rift blade v.2” “why won’t it work” “9/10 energy signature required?” “Copying another existing object invalidates magic?” And at the bottom of the page, “another character could use this. Probably.” The dagger is unnamed. Surely Inkwell won’t miss a defective portal creating object. @Honors Ghost

Isabel being the responsible young lady she is decides not to- scratch that she grabs the dagger runs outside and promptly stabs a tree with it

@edgyswordname

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

GLASS HA S UNI STILL NOT RESPONDED

*sadness*
@Through The Living Glass

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 hour ago, Honors Ghost said:

“wait but…” Isabel shouts after him “how do I get home” when no reply comes she sits down on the porch and thinks, the bird sleeping in her hair occasionally twitters from a dream, but other than that, the world is silent.

@Through The Living Glass

It was very content with her therel

11 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

GLASS HA S UNI STILL NOT RESPONDED

*sadness*
@Through The Living Glass

Don't think so

[Honors Spectral Image She/her]

3 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

It was very content with her therel

Don't think so

Isabel was happy for the bird, it was very cute

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

10 hours ago, Mistfallen Soldier said:

Did everyone try to write something at 13???

*shiver*

What I wrote at 13… *shiver again*

should never see the light of day.

The next thing I wrote though laid the foundations for my Great Spirits world.

[Verdance he/him]

1 hour ago, Honors Ghost said:

Isabel being the responsible young lady she is decides not to- scratch that she grabs the dagger runs outside and promptly stabs a tree with it

@edgyswordname

As she swings the blade, the fabric of reality tears open in front of her, and she barely manages to not stumble through to a random location.

[NameIess]

11 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Fog was there. Strange. She'd appeared nearly the same exact instant that he had, but she sat upon a rock by the path which made it look like she'd been there already, waiting for him.

"Heyyyyy," she sang with a genuine-looking smile.

"You ready?"

Malevolence looked past Fog to the mountain's peak. "Of course." His eyes flickered toward her, and a frown crossed his face.

Malevolence began his ascent up the mountain. At this lower section, he was able to walk upwards, taking a winding path past jagged stone outcroppings. Occasionally he reached steep sections where he had to grab handholds for stability, but for now the climb was easy.

"It have been thinking about what you said to me earlier." He said abruptly. "When I told you that I was better in every way. You were right. It was childish of me to claim that. Evil should not make claims, evil should prove them. And so, if you wish it, I will tell you where I have hidden the Lost Page. Give you a fair chance to prove me wrong."

11 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Are they in the Void or just some random dark place?

They are at the mountain where the Witherlord was first summoned, and where long ago (around page 1000 I believe) the last Luxsprite Xinoehp fought the Witherlord.