Verdance he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 (edited) 1 hour ago, Honors Ghost said: “I’m not sure” she said. “You were right about back home, everywhere is better than there, I might try to stick around for a little bit, because this knife is sick” she twirls the dagger in her hand. “Besides so far I’ve had no worse experiences here than I’ve had back home so surely it’s not too bad” Inkwell is still irritated by the functionality of the knife. She is so unfazed… The cocoa starts bubbling softly at the edges, so he gets up and pours into a few mugs before the milk can separate. Eden raises her withered, blackened claw of a hand. “How is this better than where you came from? Girl, which pit of hell did you drag yourself out of?” —— Sanguine has expended all his talking energy, and the whiplash from Egis’s narration shocks him. Then he adapts, cutting straight through the prismite field and allowing himself to be touched by gravity. His form gathers particles from the atmosphere, weaving them together to create a shell around his core body as he burns through the air like a meteorite. @Keke@Ashkaloda Edited February 21 by edgyswordname
Keke They/he Posted February 21 Posted February 21 12 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said: She grinned. "You like Mordite, Atlas?" "no" she whimpered. 3 hours ago, DragonHeir said: Rebus paused. “If you know a Narrator, why do you need to mine this planet?” - Rebus smiled, glad the hole in the side hadn’t caused problems. - Rebus looked into Rebyl’s eyes, and she could see tears within his. - Rebus, standing at the end of the gangplank, waved them forwards. - Not alone. Not anymore. - Reveal hidden contents Would you care to remind me what happened to the Author-Killing Blade? Rebus - or rather the as-of-yet unnamed clone of him - stabbed the syringe into his hand, right in the center of the burn scar. Nothing happened, of course. - Rebus nodded. “Good. We’re going to need a weapon against the Witherlord - Mordite won’t work on him.” Rebus saluted back, smiling. Jack snapped away, reappearing in Kimo as requested. Cyrus sighed. "I hate him, and we are enemies thats why." - Levi paused next to rebus while Trevor ran to get things set up. All he did was pat his shoulder, which for Levi was a thanks. - Rebyl looked at the ship and then the wjtherlord and then her and rebus appear jn the middle of the ship and she almost passes out. - well now she was alone facing a maniac so.... T.T - Oooh erryin has that now. theoretically it should get rid of any mordite poisoning and overall its like a anti fatigue thing. - Dax nodded. "What about nullite?" *teehee* its all coming together the second he was there he sprinted through the halls and ran into kyo, cadywin and ryver. He motioned for them to follow and stopped at the main lab shoving his way inside and grabbing the intercom device. "Attention everyone. This is jack speaking. I need anyone who is willing to fight, and pobabky die, to meet at the amphitheater. Also this goes to any of the leviathans who are listening. Its time to remake our legend."@KnightSkye Reforged - @edgyswordname Okay so yiu kept tagging me bt a character going to heaven. Just wanna ask a few things in a pm okay? 2
Verdance he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 1 minute ago, Keke said: "no" she whimpered. Cyrus sighed. "I hate him, and we are enemies thats why." - Levi paused next to rebus while Trevor ran to get things set up. All he did was pat his shoulder, which for Levi was a thanks. - Rebyl looked at the ship and then the wjtherlord and then her and rebus appear jn the middle of the ship and she almost passes out. - well now she was alone facing a maniac so.... T.T - Oooh erryin has that now. theoretically it should get rid of any mordite poisoning and overall its like a anti fatigue thing. - Dax nodded. "What about nullite?" *teehee* its all coming together the second he was there he sprinted through the halls and ran into kyo, cadywin and ryver. He motioned for them to follow and stopped at the main lab shoving his way inside and grabbing the intercom device. "Attention everyone. This is jack speaking. I need anyone who is willing to fight, and pobabky die, to meet at the amphitheater. Also this goes to any of the leviathans who are listening. Its time to remake our legend."@KnightSkye Reforged - @edgyswordname Okay so yiu kept tagging me bt a character going to heaven. Just wanna ask a few things in a pm okay? Ofc
NameIess Posted February 21 Posted February 21 5 hours ago, DragonHeir said: Jack also blinked. “Wait, deities? Shouldn’t we be trying to give one, then?” "Find one, you mean? I don't think they generally speak to mortals." Lyric pointed out. "Although this high priest of Plot probably speaks to his deity. And presumably he'll speak to us, so it's practically the same thing! Shall we be on our way?" 5 hours ago, DragonHeir said: The clone cried out, his nanomachines - themselves succumbing to corruption - disabling pain receptors and weaving Mordite into flesh at a molecular level. Rebus had done this before, after all - though it hadn’t been with Chaotic Darkness. The clone fell to his knees, Mordite perforating every available surface. The pain continued despite the disabled pain receptors, resonating from the clone's soul as it was corrupted, changed. The Mordite spikes jutted further from his flesh, then retracted beneath his skin. The corruption finishing its course, the pain finally faded, though it did not entirely vanish. The clone could feel the Mordite beneath his skin, ready to come forth at his call. The transformation was complete. 5 hours ago, DragonHeir said: Atlas having disappeared, Rebus stood alone before the Witherlord. This was not a situation he wished to be in. “Eventually?” He sounded almost sheepish. “I would rather like to avoid the Thread’s destruction, considering I live here.” "Good." The Witherlord said as he left. "I look forward to breaking you and destroying everything... and everyone you care about." 5 hours ago, DragonHeir said: One mysterious bargain later, Rebus stepped out from the back of the workshop. He seemed less vibrant than usual - eyes devoid of reflection, no sign of residual Narration. He was, however, still smiling. “Hello, Ribbon. My condolences about your passing.” The Dreamsmith listened to the conversation as he worked on the crystalline necklace.
Honors Spectral Image She/her Posted February 21 Posted February 21 2 hours ago, edgyswordname said: Inkwell is still irritated by the functionality of the knife. She is so unfazed… The cocoa starts bubbling softly at the edges, so he gets up and pours into a few mugs before the milk can separate. Eden raises her withered, blackened claw of a hand. “How is this better than where you came from? Girl, which pit of hell did you drag yourself out of?” —— Sanguine has expended all his talking energy, and the whiplash from Egis’s narration shocks him. Then he adapts, cutting straight through the prismite field and allowing himself to be touched by gravity. His form gathers particles from the atmosphere, weaving them together to create a shell around his core body as he burns through the air like a meteorite. @Keke@Ashkaloda Isabel puts the dagger in her belt and sips the cocoa, its the best cocoa she’s ever had. isabel looks at Eden’s hand, “wow how’d that happen?? And I’m not sure it’s this awful place called earth?? Make sure you NEVER visit, they have this horrible thing called the flu and it’s awful”
Through the Living Heir he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 3 hours ago, Keke said: Cyrus sighed. "I hate him, and we are enemies thats why." - Levi paused next to rebus while Trevor ran to get things set up. All he did was pat his shoulder, which for Levi was a thanks. - Rebyl looked at the ship and then the wjtherlord and then her and rebus appear jn the middle of the ship and she almost passes out. - well now she was alone facing a maniac so.... T.T - Oooh erryin has that now. theoretically it should get rid of any mordite poisoning and overall its like a anti fatigue thing. - Dax nodded. "What about nullite?" *teehee* its all coming together the second he was there he sprinted through the halls and ran into kyo, cadywin and ryver. He motioned for them to follow and stopped at the main lab shoving his way inside and grabbing the intercom device. "Attention everyone. This is jack speaking. I need anyone who is willing to fight, and pobabky die, to meet at the amphitheater. Also this goes to any of the leviathans who are listening. Its time to remake our legend."@KnightSkye Reforged Rebus raised an eyebrow. “You should be dead…” and then he understood. “That’s what the Nullite is for, isn’t it?” - Rebus smiled, accepting the gratitude. - Rebyl was safe; Rebus gave a relieved grin. As safe as one could be in the epicenter of an apocalypse, at least. “Someone is looking after us, it seems. Still, if we’re going to get you home or get any help from another universe, we should get far away from here.” - Rebus was there, actually: 7 hours ago, DragonHeir said: And then Rebus appeared, Narrationblade in hand, coat fluttering as he stepped between Atlas and Fog. The sword wasn’t the only weapon he’d brought - nanomachines absolutely filled the air. “Mordite is a tool, Fog. It’s deadly-” a figure materialized next to Rebus, visible for only a moment before the sonic boom- “but there are other options.” I’ll leave a moment for Fog to respond before the hypersonic robot hits her. I should have pinged you for that, or at least put them next to each other. - That’s probably a good thing. That would have been quite helpful. Unfortunately, the antidote never went farther than his palm. - “That’s certainly of use, but I’m not sure I can kill the Witherlord with it.” - Rebus watched from afar, preparing supplies and enhancements for the group. 1 hour ago, NameIess said: "Find one, you mean? I don't think they generally speak to mortals." Lyric pointed out. "Although this high priest of Plot probably speaks to his deity. And presumably he'll speak to us, so it's practically the same thing! Shall we be on our way?" The pain continued despite the disabled pain receptors, resonating from the clone's soul as it was corrupted, changed. The Mordite spikes jutted further from his flesh, then retracted beneath his skin. The corruption finishing its course, the pain finally faded, though it did not entirely vanish. The clone could feel the Mordite beneath his skin, ready to come forth at his call. The transformation was complete. "Good." The Witherlord said as he left. "I look forward to breaking you and destroying everything... and everyone you care about." The Dreamsmith listened to the conversation as he worked on the crystalline necklace. Yeah. I really should edit these better. Jack nodded. “We should, if that’s the case. Do you know where to find them?” - The clone stood, and a grin slowly spread across his face. The he spun, lighting-quick, Mordite erupting from his hand to rip through the antidote robot. @Keke, Dax may wish to stop evil(er) Rebus from enacting property damage. - That was like three people, but the dedication was appreciated. Rebus gave the Witherlord a suitably horrified gasp, so he didn’t feel too bad. - Rebus glanced at the necklace, curious as to what the Dreamsmith was doing. 1
Verdance he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 (edited) 1 hour ago, Honors Ghost said: Isabel puts the dagger in her belt and sips the cocoa, its the best cocoa she’s ever had. isabel looks at Eden’s hand, “wow how’d that happen?? And I’m not sure it’s this awful place called earth?? Make sure you NEVER visit, they have this horrible thing called the flu and it’s awful” Eden glares at Inkwell. “I listened to this punk. He said that the sword-“ she gestured to her necklace- “Would stop probably ancient evil from returning. Except it didn’t.” She turned back to Isabel with a less vehement frown. “I’m from earth too? I’ve had the flu before, it wasn’t so bad. Earth was kind of cool actually.” Inkwell is a bit overwhelmed. “Surely there’s better hot chocolate out there,” trying to change the subject. 9/10mmHB#2 is bored of the conversation and makes a move before Eden gets angry at him. He reaches into a large rift, and yanks someone by the wrist into the room. Rebus, in fact. “Hey, everyone, look! Yet another dude who completely failed to contain the Witherlord! We should start a club!” @DragonHeir Edited February 21 by edgyswordname
Keke They/he Posted February 21 Posted February 21 7 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: Rebus raised an eyebrow. “You should be dead…” and then he understood. “That’s what the Nullite is for, isn’t it?” - Rebus smiled, accepting the gratitude. - Rebyl was safe; Rebus gave a relieved grin. As safe as one could be in the epicenter of an apocalypse, at least. “Someone is looking after us, it seems. Still, if we’re going to get you home or get any help from another universe, we should get far away from here.” - Rebus was there, actually: 7 hours ago, DragonHeir said: And then Rebus appeared, Narrationblade in hand, coat fluttering as he stepped between Atlas and Fog. The sword wasn’t the only weapon he’d brought - nanomachines absolutely filled the air. “Mordite is a tool, Fog. It’s deadly-” a figure materialized next to Rebus, visible for only a moment before the sonic boom- “but there are other options.” I’ll leave a moment for Fog to respond before the hypersonic robot hits her. I should have pinged you for that, or at least put them next to each other. - That’s probably a good thing. That would have been quite helpful. Unfortunately, the antidote never went farther than his palm. - “That’s certainly of use, but I’m not sure I can kill the Witherlord with it.” - Rebus watched from afar, preparing supplies and enhancements for the group. “Luckily for me he is a coward.” - rebyl leaned against him barely standing up, it seemed she was the one who had teleported them. But from what everyone was aware she didnt have powers. - oh good, atlas took deep breaths. - He nodded. “Well i dont know to much about who these guys are, just that nullite is effective against people like you guys.” He clicked his tongue. “I do know someone who is skilled in the manipulating of nullite, they might be able to help us make something stronger?” - People around the labs listened and some came up and started shuffling back making way for two people. One was a hybrid of a lion and the other of an alligator leopard thing. 15 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: The clone stood, and a grin slowly spread across his face. The he spun, lighting-quick, Mordite erupting from his hand to rip through the antidote robot. @Keke, Dax may wish to stop evil(er) Rebus from enacting property damage. - That was like three people, but the dedication was appreciated. Rebus gave the Witherlord a suitably horrified gasp, so he didn’t feel too bad. womp womp? the machine sees mordite rebus is being a jerky jerk and locks the room hes in down. - this is the most peakest thing ive ever seen bro
Kansas Stormcursed he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 5 hours ago, DragonHeir said: “I’m raising an army and attempting to produce a weapon. Luxite is an ideal material, but is also incredibly rare.” Rebus shook his head. “I’m not certain about the prospects of others, but if we could acquire enough Luxite we may stand a chance.” "Very well. How would we do that? And by the way, I do apologize for my counterpart keeping one of your clones trapped in the Mindscape, but I must admit I am curious as to the information he will gain."
Verdance he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 (edited) 19 minutes ago, Keke said: “Luckily for me he is a coward.” - rebyl leaned against him barely standing up, it seemed she was the one who had teleported them. But from what everyone was aware she didnt have powers. - oh good, atlas took deep breaths. - He nodded. “Well i dont know to much about who these guys are, just that nullite is effective against people like you guys.” He clicked his tongue. “I do know someone who is skilled in the manipulating of nullite, they might be able to help us make something stronger?” - People around the labs listened and some came up and started shuffling back making way for two people. One was a hybrid of a lion and the other of an alligator leopard thing. womp womp? the machine sees mordite rebus is being a jerky jerk and locks the room hes in down. - this is the most peakest thing ive ever seen bro Sanguine lands, emerging from the shattered remnants of the meteoric shell. He is in the midst of a vast city made of glowing glass and gold. There are no people. He stalks through the streets, noticing a small building in a corner of a street. It is completely unassuming, and he almost moves on. Something compels him to enter, and he does. Edited February 21 by edgyswordname small building achieved
Aeoryi she/her Posted February 21 Posted February 21 15 hours ago, NameIess said: The Witherlord appeared before the Guardians of Plot. “What blade do you offer to me?” @Aeoryi "We aren't offering anything!" Magenta snarled. Center, for once, didn't interrupt Magenta's outburst. Instead, he simply stared at Charnaster, whose dazzling wings were covering his animal form. "We did not expect your arrival, this soon." Center said, trying to alleviate the tension in the room. Charnaster flapped his wings, bringing an intense winter wind into the room. "You should've known, Center." He spoke in a soft, echoed tone, "That I would always betray you. And you know why I can get away with it?" No one spoke for what felt like an eternity. Charnaster adjusted his wings, then continued. "Plotblades are stronger now. They have new, stronger, forms." A small dusty locust landed on the tip of one of Charnaster's wings. "This is why I brought all of you here." He said, his voice ricocheting off of the walls. "I will show you the true power of a Plotblade, and destroy all four of you with it!" More locusts started to flood in, carrying vast amounts of dust with them. A great storm started to brew above them, with small little locusts resembling jaws of dart dragons gathering in immense numbers. "Behold, the first Therian Form of the great Unknown Plotblade." 7 hours ago, DragonHeir said: One mysterious bargain later, Rebus stepped out from the back of the workshop. He seemed less vibrant than usual - eyes devoid of reflection, no sign of residual Narration. He was, however, still smiling. “Hello, Ribbon. My condolences about your passing.” Ribbon bowed her head in respect to him. "I am fully capable of return at any point," she said, "but there are advantages to being... a tenacious soul." She stood up. "Rebus, I need you to train me to protect myself from being detected by the Witherlord." 2
Keke They/he Posted February 21 Posted February 21 28 minutes ago, edgyswordname said: Sanguine lands, emerging from the shattered remnants of the meteoric shell. There are no people. He stalks through the streets, noticing a small building in a corner of a street. It is completely unassuming, and he almost moves on. Something compels him to enter, and he does. there you go it is seemingly empty except a small paper like sign in sheet. 1
KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 8 hours ago, DragonHeir said: “It would be very difficult. Narrators, specifically are not allowed out due to the problems that would result - though your home would be one of the most compatible.” "Is there any way around this?"
Verdance he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 5 minutes ago, Keke said: there you go it is seemingly empty except a small paper like sign in sheet. Sanguine has to try very hard to remember how to read. When he does begin to understand, he growls and signs his name in the first available row with the available pen. Then he is treated to several minutes of infuriating pop music while he waits for someone to appear. Sanguine hates pop music.
Through the Living Heir he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 55 minutes ago, edgyswordname said: 9/10mmHB#2 is bored of the conversation and makes a move before Eden gets angry at him. He reaches into a large rift, and yanks someone by the wrist into the room. Rebus, in fact. “Hey, everyone, look! Yet another dude who completely failed to contain the Witherlord! We should start a club!” @DragonHeir Rebus scoffed. “Why would I try to contain the Witherlord? I am - in some ways at least - your opposite.” 53 minutes ago, Keke said: “Luckily for me he is a coward.” - rebyl leaned against him barely standing up, it seemed she was the one who had teleported them. But from what everyone was aware she didnt have powers. - oh good, atlas took deep breaths. - He nodded. “Well i dont know to much about who these guys are, just that nullite is effective against people like you guys.” He clicked his tongue. “I do know someone who is skilled in the manipulating of nullite, they might be able to help us make something stronger?” - People around the labs listened and some came up and started shuffling back making way for two people. One was a hybrid of a lion and the other of an alligator leopard thing. womp womp? the machine sees mordite rebus is being a jerky jerk and locks the room hes in down. - this is the most peakest thing ive ever seen bro “Bravery would play no part in it - a Narrator could vaporize you with a snap of their fingers, if nothing protected you. A lack of ruthlessness, however, might be the trait you claim is cowardice - or it might simply be lack of interest.” - Rebus smiled - relieved, intrigued, and unexpectedly proud. He put a hand on “his” daughter’s shoulder, replenishing her strength with a bit of Narration. - With a screech of metal and another sonic boom, a shower of sparks and rock erupted from the ground perhaps ten feet over from Fog. The blur of movement - evidently having turned - was now heading directly towards the corrupted Narrator, still supersonic and nearly impossible to see. @Through The Living Glass, my supersonic robot is very slowly trying to kill you. - “Nullite might be able to protect us, or even briefly contain the Witherlord.” Rebus nodded thoughtfully. “But this person is almost certainly helpful. Nullite is Ordered Darkness, while Prismite is Chaotic Light. Between the two...” he smiled, “we should have techniques that work on all the Essences.” - Rebus continued to watch this, trying to remember if these people had been seen before. - The clone laughed, and corrupted utility fog exploded from him, slamming into the wall. 50 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said: "Very well. How would we do that? And by the way, I do apologize for my counterpart keeping one of your clones trapped in the Mindscape, but I must admit I am curious as to the information he will gain." “You do not need to tell Dark Cep, but I would say I benefit from the imprisonment.” Rebus smiled. “As for Luxite, the easiest source of it is now unequivocally out of reach. It can be extracted from the Thread, but that takes an incredibly long time - the only practical method would be a quest.” Speaking of information, I really should write more of those vision flashbacks… 29 minutes ago, Aeoryi said: Ribbon bowed her head in respect to him. "I am fully capable of return at any point," she said, "but there are advantages to being... a tenacious soul." She stood up. "Rebus, I need you to train me to protect myself from being detected by the Witherlord." “Ah. I suspected as much.” Rebus smiled, returning the bow with a nod. “Hiding from Narrators or Authors is a near-impossible task. The Witherlord, however, may have no capacity to perceive the Thread - if that’s the case, avoiding spies may be enough to conceal you completely.” 2 minutes ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said: "Is there any way around this?" “The simplest would be to stop being a Narrator - if you need me to speak with someone in BFtS, I can send an intermediary with an emulation of my personality.”
KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 1 minute ago, DragonHeir said: “The simplest would be to stop being a Narrator - if you need me to speak with someone in BFtS, I can send an intermediary with an emulation of my personality.” "No, what I'm thinking is - if the Thread gets destroyed, you leave. Can you regain Narration in Battle for the Sandwich?"
Keke They/he Posted February 21 Posted February 21 2 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: Bravery would play no part in it - a Narrator could vaporize you with a snap of their fingers, if nothing protected you. A lack of ruthlessness, however, might be the trait you claim is cowardice - or it might simply be lack of interest.” - Rebus smiled - relieved, intrigued, and unexpectedly proud. He put a hand on “his” daughter’s shoulder, replenishing her strength with a bit of Narration. - With a screech of metal and another sonic boom, a shower of sparks and rock erupted from the ground perhaps ten feet over from Fog. The blur of movement - evidently having turned - was now heading directly towards the corrupted Narrator, still supersonic and nearly impossible to see. @Through The Living Glass, my supersonic robot is very slowly trying to kill you. - “Nullite might be able to protect us, or even briefly contain the Witherlord.” Rebus nodded thoughtfully. “But this person is almost certainly helpful. Nullite is Ordered Darkness, while Prismite is Chaotic Light. Between the two...” he smiled, “we should have techniques that work on all the Essences.” - Rebus continued to watch this, trying to remember if these people had been seen before. - The clone laughed, and corrupted utility fog exploded from him, slamming into the wall. He huffed. “My brother is weak and useless. I have surpassed him in every way possible.” He said angeryly. - she blinked a few times and looked at the ship then him then the ship. “How did i.. we huh?” - atlas sat on the ground. - he nodded. “Prismite, im not good at that one, ive gotten mordite down, i know someone who has nullite but…” he wrung his hands “i know another person who is a narrator that would willingly let us take his narration that is if it is able to keep him alive.” - he hadnt and i as a author realize I haven’t educated heir on lore for this yet so i should proably do that yeah? - it did nothing cause the walls were nullite. 3 minutes ago, edgyswordname said: Sanguine has to try very hard to remember how to read. When he does begin to understand, he growls and signs his name in the first available row with the available pen. Then he is treated to several minutes of infuriating pop music while he waits for someone to appear. Sanguine hates pop music. A buzzer sounded and a boxing glove punched him out of the building back into the plains he walkjed in from
Verdance he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 24 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: Rebus scoffed. “Why would I try to contain the Witherlord? I am - in some ways at least - your opposite.” “Bravery would play no part in it - a Narrator could vaporize you with a snap of their fingers, if nothing protected you. A lack of ruthlessness, however, might be the trait you claim is cowardice - or it might simply be lack of interest.” - Rebus smiled - relieved, intrigued, and unexpectedly proud. He put a hand on “his” daughter’s shoulder, replenishing her strength with a bit of Narration. - With a screech of metal and another sonic boom, a shower of sparks and rock erupted from the ground perhaps ten feet over from Fog. The blur of movement - evidently having turned - was now heading directly towards the corrupted Narrator, still supersonic and nearly impossible to see. @Through The Living Glass, my supersonic robot is very slowly trying to kill you. - “Nullite might be able to protect us, or even briefly contain the Witherlord.” Rebus nodded thoughtfully. “But this person is almost certainly helpful. Nullite is Ordered Darkness, while Prismite is Chaotic Light. Between the two...” he smiled, “we should have techniques that work on all the Essences.” - Rebus continued to watch this, trying to remember if these people had been seen before. - The clone laughed, and corrupted utility fog exploded from him, slamming into the wall. “You do not need to tell Dark Cep, but I would say I benefit from the imprisonment.” Rebus smiled. “As for Luxite, the easiest source of it is now unequivocally out of reach. It can be extracted from the Thread, but that takes an incredibly long time - the only practical method would be a quest.” Speaking of information, I really should write more of those vision flashbacks… “Ah. I suspected as much.” Rebus smiled, returning the bow with a nod. “Hiding from Narrators or Authors is a near-impossible task. The Witherlord, however, may have no capacity to perceive the Thread - if that’s the case, avoiding spies may be enough to conceal you completely.” “The simplest would be to stop being a Narrator - if you need me to speak with someone in BFtS, I can send an intermediary with an emulation of my personality.” 9/10mmHB#2 laughs. “Buddy. We’re both minor antagonists with questionably evil intentions. We both have wanted him-“ he pointed at Inkwell- “Dead at some point, and we’re both interested in obtaining lux- actually forget I said that. But what else do you call forcing Malevolence to take up Redemption?” He pours a mug of hot chocolate for Rebus. —— Sanguine roars in anger, trying to reenter the building, but a force stops him. This shouldn’t be possible. He wasn’t a force of the Thread, its forces couldn’t affect him! Yet there were some things even someone like him couldn’t toy with. He growled and turned to Egis, ready to strike before a single word or laugh could leave her throat. @Ashkaloda
NameIess Posted February 21 Posted February 21 1 hour ago, DragonHeir said: The clone stood, and a grin slowly spread across his face. The he spun, lighting-quick, Mordite erupting from his hand to rip through the antidote robot. @Keke, Dax may wish to stop evil(er) Rebus from enacting property damage. - That was like three people, but the dedication was appreciated. Rebus gave the Witherlord a suitably horrified gasp, so he didn’t feel too bad. - Rebus glanced at the necklace, curious as to what the Dreamsmith was doing. Walls of Nullite shall not hold you. The Witherlord’s voice spoke. not when they are but walls. Strike not at them, but reality itself. — That there were three Rebus cared for would have been news to the Witherlord, though given how protective Rebus was being of Atlas, it would not be difficult to guess the third. — The Dreamsmith smiled as he worked, noticing Rebus’s look of interest. “A Luxite amulet, a shield from all darkness.” — “I… do not.” Lyric said nervously. By the sprites, he could still hear the tone! Distant was its source, but to hear the tone of darkness at such distance, that source must be terrible indeed. “Perhaps a song?” He asked, though for once he did not much feel like singing. 48 minutes ago, Aeoryi said: "We aren't offering anything!" Magenta snarled. Center, for once, didn't interrupt Magenta's outburst. Instead, he simply stared at Charnaster, whose dazzling wings were covering his animal form. "We did not expect your arrival, this soon." Center said, trying to alleviate the tension in the room. Charnaster flapped his wings, bringing an intense winter wind into the room. "You should've known, Center." He spoke in a soft, echoed tone, "That I would always betray you. And you know why I can get away with it?" No one spoke for what felt like an eternity. Charnaster adjusted his wings, then continued. "Plotblades are stronger now. They have new, stronger, forms." A small dusty locust landed on the tip of one of Charnaster's wings. "This is why I brought all of you here." He said, his voice ricocheting off of the walls. "I will show you the true power of a Plotblade, and destroy all four of you with it!" More locusts started to flood in, carrying vast amounts of dust with them. A great storm started to brew above them, with small little locusts resembling jaws of dart dragons gathering in immense numbers. "Behold, the first Therian Form of the great Unknown Plotblade." Ribbon bowed her head in respect to him. "I am fully capable of return at any point," she said, "but there are advantages to being... a tenacious soul." She stood up. "Rebus, I need you to train me to protect myself from being detected by the Witherlord." The Witherlord counted the other three there. Magenta, center, and the new guardian he had not met. “I take it I am included in the four?” He reached to his back and slowly drew Malevolence from its sheath, wondering what the Plotblade’s name truly was. Plagues, perhaps? Unknowable seemed too obvious. Eldritch gods perhaps. 2
Aeoryi she/her Posted February 21 Posted February 21 8 minutes ago, NameIess said: The Witherlord counted the other three there. Magenta, center, and the new guardian he had not met. “I take it I am included in the four?” He reached to his back and slowly drew Malevolence from its sheath, wondering what the Plotblade’s name truly was. Plagues, perhaps? Unknowable seemed too obvious. Eldritch gods perhaps. "Of course," Charnaster grinned, teeth sharp as daggers. "I would never not invite the most powerful villain of all time in the thread here." The locusts gathered together behind Charnaster, forming a massive cyclone, which then sprouted wings and a massive shifting face. Charnaster fluttered his massive wings, joining the dust storm in the skies, but shining amongst them as if he was an uninvited star in a daytime hurricane. "And now it is finally time to unleash what should've claimed the entire thread a long, long, time ago." He motioned, and then the entire storm's wrath slammed forth. --- Center braced himself against the furious winds by raising his armed gauntlet up in front of his face, but he ultimately could not help but feel like he was being flayed alive. Locusts and sharp bits whirred past him, whipping him with a raging fury. His entire stance staggered, and he suddenly was threatened to be swept away by the force. He glanced over at Magenta. The little draconic skull had a barrier of lightning formed around his entire body, but it was faltering as the electricity deflected darting locusts. As for the third guardian, Caltrevas, he was already gone, wiped away like a bug smeared against a glass pane. Not even the plot could've prepared me for this, Center thought, perhaps the Plot was not as strong as we thought. 1 hour ago, DragonHeir said: Ah. I suspected as much.” Rebus smiled, returning the bow with a nod. “Hiding from Narrators or Authors is a near-impossible task. The Witherlord, however, may have no capacity to perceive the Thread - if that’s the case, avoiding spies may be enough to conceal you completely "The Witherlord has been shown to have a somewhat moderate sense of events in the thread," Ribbon responded, "But I agree with your assessment that his pawns make him virtually omnipresent. Regardless, I need your help with shielding my mind." 1
NameIess Posted February 21 Posted February 21 17 minutes ago, Aeoryi said: "Of course," Charnaster grinned, teeth sharp as daggers. "I would never not invite the most powerful villain of all time in the thread here." The locusts gathered together behind Charnaster, forming a massive cyclone, which then sprouted wings and a massive shifting face. Charnaster fluttered his massive wings, joining the dust storm in the skies, but shining amongst them as if he was an uninvited star in a daytime hurricane. "And now it is finally time to unleash what should've claimed the entire thread a long, long, time ago." He motioned, and then the entire storm's wrath slammed forth. --- Center braced himself against the furious winds by raising his armed gauntlet up in front of his face, but he ultimately could not help but feel like he was being flayed alive. Locusts and sharp bits whirred past him, whipping him with a raging fury. His entire stance staggered, and he suddenly was threatened to be swept away by the force. He glanced over at Magenta. The little draconic skull had a barrier of lightning formed around his entire body, but it was faltering as the electricity deflected darting locusts. As for the third guardian, Caltrevas, he was already gone, wiped away like a bug smeared against a glass pane. Not even the plot could've prepared me for this, Center thought, perhaps the Plot was not as strong as we thought. "The Witherlord has been shown to have a somewhat moderate sense of events in the thread," Ribbon responded, "But I agree with your assessment that his pawns make him virtually omnipresent. Regardless, I need your help with shielding my mind." The Witherlord faced the storm unperturbed. From his blade emanated an aura of darkness, consuming the locusts that would have otherwise struck him. Calm despite the raging winds whipping at his essence, he continued to consider the Plotblade’s identity. Chaos was a promising possibility. Though it would hardly be a Plotblade. A Chaosblade, then? But, so far as he knew, Chaos still lived. Far weaker than in times past, but living nonetheless. Well, the only one who could give definitive answers was Charnaster. And so the Witherlord raised his sword, pointing it towards the shining point of light amidst the maelstrom. A web of darkness launched forth, burning through locusts and winds alike as it hurtled towards the maddened being.
Through the Living Heir he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 1 hour ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said: "No, what I'm thinking is - if the Thread gets destroyed, you leave. Can you regain Narration in Battle for the Sandwich?" “I’ve considered it, and it is a valid plan. Unfortunately, if I can do that, the Witherlord can follow me. Admittedly, once one hits a critical mass of randomness even an unstoppable force of destruction becomes rather ineffectual, but if the Sandwich is somehow destroyed your universe might simply cease to exist.” 1 hour ago, Keke said: He huffed. “My brother is weak and useless. I have surpassed him in every way possible.” He said angeryly. - she blinked a few times and looked at the ship then him then the ship. “How did i.. we huh?” - atlas sat on the ground. - he nodded. “Prismite, im not good at that one, ive gotten mordite down, i know someone who has nullite but…” he wrung his hands “i know another person who is a narrator that would willingly let us take his narration that is if it is able to keep him alive.” - he hadnt and i as a author realize I haven’t educated heir on lore for this yet so i should proably do that yeah? - it did nothing cause the walls were nullite. “Are you a Narrator, then?” Rebus asked, voice mockingly sweet. - Rebus grinned. “You’ve got powers, Rebyl.” - Atlas was evidently supersonic, since it had been a mere instant. Such was the power of Narration, of course. - Rebus smiled. “I can do Prismite. With our combined expertise and the power from your friend, I think we can make something worthwhile.” - Rebus suddenly knew things. Quite interesting things, in fact. - Even Nullite was not invincible - for if it was, nobody could make anything from it. Still, the clone followed the instructions of his ruler. Power gathered around his fist, and he punched the wall - except it wasn’t only the wall he hit. Reality cracked, space - and by extension the wall - shattering. The clone dissolved into Mordite and nanomachines, flowing through the gap and reforming outside. 1 hour ago, edgyswordname said: 9/10mmHB#2 laughs. “Buddy. We’re both minor antagonists with questionably evil intentions. We both have wanted him-“ he pointed at Inkwell- “Dead at some point, and we’re both interested in obtaining lux- actually forget I said that. But what else do you call forcing Malevolence to take up Redemption?” He pours a mug of hot chocolate for Rebus. “I take some offense to minor, though I have ceded overt antagonism in light of the Witherlord situation.” Rebus took the beverage, though he neither needed sustenance nor was capable of actually tasting. “Malevolence holding Redemption may actually have been what allowed him to complete the ritual.” 57 minutes ago, NameIess said: Walls of Nullite shall not hold you. The Witherlord’s voice spoke. not when they are but walls. Strike not at them, but reality itself. — That there were three Rebus cared for would have been news to the Witherlord, though given how protective Rebus was being of Atlas, it would not be difficult to guess the third. — The Dreamsmith smiled as he worked, noticing Rebus’s look of interest. “A Luxite amulet, a shield from all darkness.” — “I… do not.” Lyric said nervously. By the sprites, he could still hear the tone! Distant was its source, but to hear the tone of darkness at such distance, that source must be terrible indeed. “Perhaps a song?” He asked, though for once he did not much feel like singing. The clone understood. There was Mordite where Prismite had once been; new powers that could be tapped into much the same way his Narration had. - The count could differ depending upon what one considered to be care, of course. The Witherlord was, however, on the right track. - Rebus nodded. “That will be of use.” - Jack was worried because Lyric seemed worried, though he couldn’t tell why. Still, maybe these priests of Plot could help. “If that will help,” he said. He resolved to sing along with Lyric - the man seemed to need it. 35 minutes ago, Aeoryi said: "The Witherlord has been shown to have a somewhat moderate sense of events in the thread," Ribbon responded, "But I agree with your assessment that his pawns make him virtually omnipresent. Regardless, I need your help with shielding my mind." “I would argue the threat has not yet been brought to bear - and it has managed to stir engagement, since nearly every extent plot now involves him in some way.” Rebus sighed. “I can teach you the proper procedure - your magic will make it simpler than it otherwise would be.”
KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 3 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: “I’ve considered it, and it is a valid plan. Unfortunately, if I can do that, the Witherlord can follow me. Admittedly, once one hits a critical mass of randomness even an unstoppable force of destruction becomes rather ineffectual, but if the Sandwich is somehow destroyed your universe might simply cease to exist.” "The Sandwich... destroyed?" Renamed shivered. "How could that happen? It would survive Vacuum Decay itself."
Aeoryi she/her Posted February 21 Posted February 21 1 minute ago, NameIess said: The Witherlord faced the storm unperturbed. From his blade emanated an aura of darkness, consuming the locusts that would have otherwise struck him. Calm despite the raging winds whipping at his essence, he continued to consider the Plotblade’s identity. Chaos was a promising possibility. Though it would hardly be a Plotblade. A Chaosblade, then? But, so far as he knew, Chaos still lived. Far weaker than in times past, but living nonetheless. Well, the only one who could give definitive answers was Charnaster. And so the Witherlord raised his sword, pointing it towards the shining point of light amidst the maelstrom. A web of darkness launched forth, burning through locusts and winds alike as it hurtled towards the maddened being. There's something ironic about calling Chaos, the admin of the site, weak Charnaster was initially caught off guard from the web, being tangled right up in it. Right now he was Light. That would not do. He started to shed his wings, letting them evaporate into the air. Dark armor donned Charnaster as he transformed into his Dark Form, with long streaming tendrils of nebula materializing off of his body. Spikes of void-like material formed as Charnaster's body became a proper, four legged dragon. He let out a howl, and then landed directly across from the Witherlord, staring directly into him. Charnaster-Dark is themed around this fellow, kinda Spoiler 4 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: “I would argue the threat has not yet been brought to bear - and it has managed to stir engagement, since nearly every extent plot now involves him in some way.” Rebus sighed. “I can teach you the proper procedure - your magic will make it simpler than it otherwise would be.” "That would suffice, I believe." Ribbon nodded. "How will we begin?" 1
Through the Living Heir he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 (edited) 1 minute ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said: "The Sandwich... destroyed?" Renamed shivered. "How could that happen? It would survive Vacuum Decay itself." “If the Witherlord can kill this Thread, it may be enough…” Quote "That would suffice, I believe." Ribbon nodded. "How will we begin?" @Aeoryi “You need to start by observing when you aren’t concealed. Can you sense the Thread?” Edited February 21 by DragonHeir Ninjas!
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