Le Sigh

OOC: Don't worry, the main villain has been defeated, so the happiness will come again You guys can do whatever you want with Le Sigh but in the end he has been vanquished, Forium has been thwarted and that's the end of the first book (lol jk) But yeah I'm fine if we all go back to being a fun place to hang out and maaaaaaaaaybe just RP a little bit. Also, I'd also like to point out that the Alpha Universe isn't a problem, mainly because the Knights Awkward all died and there's no story except for Alpha Forium going on to destroy the human race. So all the action will be in the Beta Universe, unless someone wants to do some alternate universe travelling and stop Alpha Forium - which could actually be another big plot if we chose to undertake it. Just an idea though. OOC: Yeah that's fine too. I kind of did as well; I actually kind of classified some of the various surges, invented a copy of the Shards and Parshendi, and actually gave this thread a big plot! But all plots come to an end, and now we can have a golden age of ideas and fun on this site! (Assuming Ark doesn't send it all to where the sun doesn't shine.) But enough OOC out of me. Time to wrap up this plot. * * * Le Sigh awoke to a bucket of water being splashed onto his head. The Fanshendi champion groaned, raising a shattered gauntlet to cover his eyes from the sunlight streaking through the (mostly shattered) stained glass windows. He attempted to stand up, but promptly fell back down. "Ow," he said lamely. Then he looked around. Despite the light, there was still a spot of gloom that struck his face exactly so nobody could make out his facial features. He looked each and every one of the assembled, war-weary Knights Awkward in the eye. And then he began to laugh. It began in a low chuckle and grew to first a hearty laugh, and then a maniacal cackle. He roared with nigh-insane glee, slapping his knee, rolling around on the ground. And all the while, he was saying, "Fools! You fools! You don't know what you have gotten yourselves into! You all will die! Forium will come! He will come! Ahahahahaha!!!" And he would continue to cackle and roar until one of the Knights would decide what to do with him.

Le Sigh was not prompted to talk when the boulder disappeared, or even when a second Daydam fell onto the Forumlurker. Shards of lilac crystal, masonry and bone pierced his skin, and there was an ever-growing puddle of orange ooze beneath his body. It was a very citrus-like orange color, and oddly carbonated; if one of the assembled Knights tried to taste it, it would've tasted a lot like very fizzy orange soda, straight from the bottle. Of course, as all Knights know, orange soda is a deadly instrument of the fell god Forium, and probably wouldn't taste it. Despite all the injuries shown on Le Sigh, his chest was slowly rising and falling rhythmically. So he was just unconscious, not dead. While Le Sigh's helmet was broken, his long locks of golden hair obscured his face.

Alpha Universe (Un-retconned) The giant palace of the Knights Awkward was collapsing in on itself. The remaining Knights Awkward had already fled. The champion had been defeated. The only person left was Daydam, attempting to dodge the various boulders in exaggerated motions. A ginormous boulder was about to crush him. But suddenly, there was a pop, and it disappeared. Beta Universe (Retconned) “I WILL STAY SILENT AMONG MANY WORDS!!” Le Sigh sneered as Forumlurker shouted out his Oath. "Fool. Nothing can save you from Forium's wrath. You shall be vanquished, and your friends soon after you." He began to plunge his blade forward. At that moment, a ginormous boulder appeared above the champion's head. The boulder bore down on the warrior, crushing him where he stood. There was a horrible rending sound, like the tearing of metal sheets. Le Sigh's Awkwardblade was knocked out of his hands, dissipating into mist. All of a sudden, a great many changes occurred around the various assembled Knights Awkward. The room looked less menacing and brighter, cheerier - at least, as cheery and bright a room covered in fire, craters and the ash of disintegrated books could be. All of the assembled Sanderson characters dissipated as well. In the center of the room, right by the Forumlurker's feet, was a giant boulder of masonry, perhaps 40 feet high. Under it, just peeking out from it's edges, were two hands and two feet, as well as an assortment of lilac crystal shards. Le Sigh, scourge of the Knights Awkward, was... ... possibly dead. It was kind of hard to tell. He'd survived an explosion that had torn a great crater into the floor, so why not this? At the moment, however, his status was undetermined. But in any case, he had been defeated, and the battle was finally over.

@The Forumlurker @Silva @Mistrunner @Daydam @BooksBeforeDeath Beta Universe (Retconned) In all of Le Sigh's existence - from the moment he was born to the day he learned to swing a sword, from the day he was wed to the day he was chosen as the champion of Forium himself, there had always been ups and downs. Something good would happen but then something bad would happen. This is what was currently going through Le Sigh's head as he commanded his army of Sanderson warriors. Bad: None of them were attacking Silva at the moment, because she wasn't a Knight Awkward. Good: One of the Knights - a Rolesmith, Le Sigh thought - apparently hadn't figured out how to use his Awkwardblade yet, and was fighting with his bare fists. He would go down easily. Bad: Some guy had just sworn to the Knights Awkward. Good: He hadn't said the correct oath. He had said "Theories before Thoughts, Research before Interaction, Books before Death". However, the Oath of the Knights Awkward was "Books before friends, 17th Shard before the real world, Release dates before birthdays". Thus, he did not puff alight like all the others, but just stayed a regular human, without any powers. But, just to be careful, Le Sigh sent some of his warriors to kill him before he could correct his mistake. Bad: The Forumlurker had used the Surge of Reclusiveness to make himself invisible, and was now shredding his way through the soldiers. And... uhh... Another Bad: The other Rolesmith, Dapper, had figured out how to summon his own warriors - though he went in the opposite direction as Le Sigh had, importing an OC rather than an OSC (Originally Sanderson's Character). Fortunately, all these problems could be fixed, with a little work. Sucking in more Booklight - and thus disintegrating more books in the ever-lowering amount of novels in the room - he summoned even more soldiers, now bringing up the total to around 30. He sent 5 at Silva, 5 at Daydam, 5 at BooksBeforeDeath, and 15 at Dapper. Then, using the rest of his Booklight, he channeled the Surge of Metagaming to pierce through Forumlurker's invisibility. Jumping high into the sky, he channeled the Surge of Dramatic Tension. As he came crashing down, he created a shockwave that knocked Forumlurker off his feet. The building shuddered ominously once again. As Le Sigh stood, a ray of sunlight pierced through the stained glass window to reflect on him in a forboding light. Flames leapt up around his feet as he slowly, menacingly strode towards Forumlurker and pressed a foot against his chest. His crystalline Awkwardplate gleamed with a deadly light, and he looked like Forium himself at that moment. "You fool," Le Sigh sneered. "You cannot hide from me. I have been blessed by Lord Forium himself. Prepare to die, once and for all." Le Sigh raised his Blade over his head, preparing to plunge it into the body of Forumlurker.

Alpha Universe (Un-retconned) Beta Universe (Retconned) Yet another person swore the holy oaths. "No!!! NO!!! I can't... I can't be defeated! Nothing can defeat me! I am the champion of the Fanshendi people! I must restore this world to what it was once more! I have to! I have to kill you all!!!" However, he was not egotistical to stay here in the midst of his enemies. He quickly disengaged, drawing back to the fireplace. "Unfortunately for all of you," Le Sigh said calmly, "I have figured out a more tactical usage for my third surge." Drawing in a breath of Booklight, some of the books crumbling to dust around him, he then breathed it back out again. The Booklight lingered and then swept to his side, forming into many different human shapes. Those mist forms quickly turned into people, and not just any people either; all of them were various characters from Brandon Sanderson's novels. The assembled Knights Awkward would see such folk as Vin and Elend, Wax and Wayne, Shallan and Adolin, Kaladin and Lopen... there were about a dozen in total, with a few repeats in the mix. All of them were slightly... off, however. Not exactly like the actual characters themselves. Perhaps it was their stony, indifferent faces as they became manifested; how their features were a teeny bit off, Wayne's nose crooked or Shallan's hair just a shade too dark or light; but mostly because of the strange, dark fire that the Knights could see burning behind their eyes. The assembled Cosmere characters (for some odd reason there were no characters from Sanderson's books not in the Cosmere Collection) turned to the Fanshendi champion and saluted him. "Hail to Lord Forium!" They shouted at the same time, in the same deep voice. "That's much better," Le Sigh said, grinning. "Now, go forth, my legion, and destroy the Knights Awkward ONCE AND FOR ALL!!!" And thus, the strange not-characters began to charge at the assembled Knights with their cold, dispassionate faces.

@Ookla the Benefactor @Daydam @Ookla the Skeptical @Ookla the [REDACTED] @Ookla the [your choice] @The Forumlurker @Ookla @Ookla the Lord of Light @Callsign: Jato @Ookla the Seon Are Amid all the fire, explosions and other turmoil, a young woman in her early twenties appears with a pop, a whoosh and a thoom. She has long strawberry blonde hair, emerald green eyes and a haunted look to her. She looks around at all the madness that is unfolding before her. Beside her, a small semi-flat sphere of shifting white and black energies floats up. "Well, this universe has gone to sod, hasn't it?" The young woman nods slowly. "Indeed it has. I can see the very threads of reality unwinding and loosening." "Then now is your time to strike," a small voice whispers. Another thing floats up next to her. It appears as a cross between a lint ball and a cotton tuft. "With reality loose, you can use your abilities to recreate it to your own ima-" "No," the woman says. "My surges are of Transportation but more importantly Progression. I do not create, only restore. And that is what I am going to do." "But wouldn't changing these events contradict that?" the tuft retorted. The woman gave the tuft a small smile. "Under usual circumstances, yes. However, I have found a loophole; I can create not one but two universes. One will follow the events as they have been for up to the Stickquisition. But the second universe, that will be restored to correctness. Both ones will be stable, because they will be intertwined, able to shift between one or another. Both are restored, though in different ways." The ball of white-and-black - a type of spren known as, though not by anyone except for the woman and lint ball, a Timespren - seemed to make a clapping sound, despite its lack of hands. It pulsed in intensity as it spoke. "A wonderful plan, Anna! I will aid you as much as I can - even with the universe unraveling, all three realms of this universe reject our presence, so doing this will be a bit of a struggle." The red-haired woman, Anna, nodded her head thoughtfully. "That is a good point, Turner. It will be a risk, albeit a risk we must take. Prepare yourself." "You as well, Anna." The lint ball said nothing. Rather, it floated back into Anna's pocket, seeming discontent. Anna spread her arms and inhaled sharply - she didn't require Stormlight anymore, though the breath had just become a bit of an impulse. There was a terrible roaring and tearing sound, as if the sky was being rent in two, with all the air flowing outward. It lasted for but a second, but blasted everyone's ears and shocked them. And then it was gone. None of the denizens of the Knights Awkward universes knew it, but there were now two different worlds of the Knights Awkward. Meanwhile, Anna and her allies had disappeared without a trace. None of them had been noticed by the dwellers of the universes, and would go that way forever. Alpha Universe (Un-retconned) The great boom reverberated around the antechamber of the Knights Awkward. With the room already having suffered several attacks, this noise was enough to tumble most of the formerly-decadent structure in one large crash. The door, walls, ceiling, bookshelves, chandeliers - all began to cave in, starting with the fireplace. As the room came crashing down upon the pit in which Le Sigh knelt, mourning the loss of his Voidspren. He looked up to the heavens as they came barreling down towards him. "How could we have lost?" the Fanshendi warrior asked in a hoarse whisper, choked with tears. "I was the champion of the people... I was important... how could I have lost? "How?" However, the warrior would never get the answer to his question, as he would be crushed and buried under so much broken masonry and cobblestone. The collapse of the room was beginning to reach the other dwellers of the room - Silva, Inklingspren, Furamirionind, Forumlurker, Daydam and Dapper. If they did not move soon, they would soon share the fate of Le Sigh. Beta Universe (Retconned - possibly some slight railroading involved - if you have a problem with it please contact me) Just as Silva was about to cast her spell that would turn Le Sigh's Awkwardblade into a stick, there was a great large boom that shook the room, rattled the chandeliers, flickered the flames (and the flamespren playing in the fireplace) and knocked more than a few books off the shelves. This would also cause Silva to stumble, fizzling her spell. Thus, Le Sigh was able to cut right through the book shield of Furamirionind, exposing the Knight Awkward. "I HAVE YOU NOW, HUMAN SCUM!!!" The Fanshendi champion shouted as he began to strike Furamirionind. However, he was interrupted as two new people entered the room and sweared to their Oaths. They immediately were swathed in Booklight. Le Sigh screamed. "DAMMIT!!! WHY DOES IT KEEP HAPPENING?! STOP SWEARING OATHS WHEN I AM ABOUT TO KILL PEOPLE!!!!!!"

@Mistrunner Basically, the gist is: After the forum had died, a guy named Le Sigh (me) had appeared. He was a member of the Fanshendi race, a species of beings kept under slavery by the humans. The Fanshendi god, Forium, had sent Le Sigh, champion of the Fanshendi, on a quest to defeat and destroy the Knights Awkward. He had Bonded with a Voidspren, which gave him Surgebinding (Bookbinding?) abilities as well as the usage of an Awkwardblade (so his powers were profane, @Ookla the [your choice], not holy). He walked in and made a huge dramatic speech, which was greeted with a bunch of silence broken by a guy talking about slavery and waffles. This surprised Le Sigh, as he had expected more people. He attempted to interrogate Jeirid. Chaos ensued, including ignorance of being on fire, non-violence god-modding, the tactical usage of sodium bookies and a whole bunch of people not even related to the topic of the Knights Awkward (I think they were Librarians - they called themselves the "Stickquisitors"). In any case, Silva / Ookla the [your choice] turned Le Sigh's Awkwardblade into a stick, which annulled his (Surge/Book)binding abilities. He then weeped as the Stickquisition disappeared into thin air. Afterwards, we spoke with the "Stickquisition" members and they said it was alright if we just uncanonized all of that stuff. However, getting everyone - emphasis on "everyone" - to edit all their stuff and delete it or mark it as "non-canon" would be pretty difficult. In other words; the forum went to the pisser.

Oops sorry. I guess i didn't say that very nicely u-u' sure i guess i'll join in

OOC: Perhaps? I'm not really sure that this is still a thing tho. The main antagonist (me) was just defeated, but pretty much the entire place got torched by some random Librarian dudes. I don't even know why or how the Librarians even exist in this. It was pretty random.

Le Sigh just stared in complete and utter confusion as the world went to hell. A bunch of people waving around wooden dowels, burning books and screaming filth. It was all too much. Suddenly, the warrior let out a scream of agony as his Awkwardblade turned into a dowel. "VOIDY! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" There was a giant explosion of Booklight, and soon the rest of them would see the Awkward-plated warrior lying in tears, all of his Surgebinding (OOC: Would it be Bookbinding?) abilities gone. "M-my spren... gone!" he weeped. "V-voidy...!"

@Furamirionind @Silva @RubiksCube As Le Sigh was getting to his feet, Jeirid opened a secret passageway and left the room. "No! Don't you dare leave this battle!" the warrior shouted. He began to run, vaulting out of the crater, though he had a little bit of trouble because his armor was so damaged. "Screw this!" he cried, and sharply inhaled. Immediately, Booklight streamed from the countless books lying around into Le Sigh, fueling him and repairing his armor. Most of the books disintegrated into dust shortly afterwards. "There! Now I am ready!" Just then, some random guy said the Oath of the Knights Awkward. Le Sigh whirled on him. "NO!!! You will never do all those things, because I will kill you first! I WILL KILL ALL OF YOU!!!" The warrior paused for a few seconds, then added "EXCLUDING INKLINGSPREN, AS HE IS NOT A HUMAN OF THIS WORLD!!!" Le Sigh then charged right at Furamirionind, slashing through the books with his Awkwardblade and preparing to strike the fool down.

Anna waited for the small creature to reply, but it remained tight-lipped about the issue. The young woman sighed, then stuffed the creature into her coat pocket without a word. She then began to depart, as it seemed nothing particularly interesting was going on, besides a bunch of fops giving her job offers.

@Silva @Ladrian @RubiksCube @Inklingspren Le Sigh charged right at Jeirid - and then found himself flying in the opposite direction. He landed hard on his Awkward-plated bottom. "Ugh! What... the hell?!" Le Sigh squinted, channeling a bit of Meta, and could sort of make out the structure of a sort of force that would normally be intangible to the human eye. "Clever," the warrior appraised grudgingly. At that moment, a sodium bookie clanked against Le Sigh's feet. The huge explosion shook the room, knocking over many books and destroying countless others. The fires were not only limited to the fireplace. Soot and ash was everywhere. And where Le Sigh had formerly been was a large crater in the stone floor. A crater in which Le Sigh currently sat, Booklight streaming from the countless cracks in his armor. "That," he said, "Hurt." At that moment, Inklingspren began apologizing to Le Sigh, some sort of speech about "his race" having nothing to do with the Fanshendi, but that he was . "Hmm... now that you mention it, you do look different from the humans I and my people have encountered. I accept your apology, so long as you stand down." Then, some random guy walked through the doors and started talking about how the release date for some book was on the same day as his birthday. Not only did it break the tension, it was fairly Out-Of-Context and cheesed Le Sigh off a bit (despite the fact that he had already channeled the Surge of Metagaming twice now). "Does this look like a chatroom to you?!" the Fanshendi warrior snapped.

@I think I am here. Anna looked at the thing that floated into her palm. "Exactly what am I hired for?" she asked the thing in her palm. "What are the details of this occupation?"

(OOC to @RubiksCube: Le Sigh wasn't actually saying your username, but I just put it there so you guys know I'm talking about you. Though, since he can channel the Surge of Meta-tation, I guess...) @Silva @Inklingspren "No," he replied to Silva. "You humans have plagued my- have plagued our home long enough. It is time that you left this place, whether you like it or not. This world belongs to the Fanshendi, which you humans took from us. And yes, you did do something to me, Inklingspren. Your entire race did." Then, as RubiksCube - or, as he apparently went, "Jeirid" - made a speech that would've been inspiring and rousing if it's actual content hadn't been meaningless, Le Sigh smiled. "Then you shall die, and Forium shall reign." He lunged at the man with his Blade.

@Ark1002 "Up in flames, you say?" the woman asked, bemused. "Sir, I do not believe you quite understand the meaning of 'up in flames'. Murdering a man and leaving his children to be orphaned is not sending their lives up in flames. Planting a curse on the children that would make it so any one person who ever so much as spoke or looked at them would cause the onlooker to die in a horribly gruesome way, leaving them alone and in fear of hurting anyone, hating themselves..." The woman frowned a small bit. "That... that is."

The woman turned towards the person walked towards her. She frowned; she had been sure this was a good hiding spot. Oh well. "I apologize, but I am not in any guilds, and I do not plan on joining any. Most things I get involved with usually end up going up in flames. I'd rather not become a hindrance to your guild, would I?"

A door opens, and a young woman in her early twenties slips in. She has long strawberry blonde hair, emerald green eyes and a haunted look to her. After slipping in, the young woman finds a good spot in the shadows to watch as events unfold in this place. She was lucky to be here, anyways; she wouldn't have found out about the ball if a mysterious benefactor hadn't tipped her off.