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  1. NameIess
    "I know how to kill you." The wizard caught the light on his staff, using up several bound withergeists in corrupting it. "I am bound in service to the embodiment of decay and death, and before his return spent ages mastering the powers of darkness." He chuckled wryly. "Arrogant as I was, I thought to control evil itself." With a tap of his staff to the ground, dark flames shot outward in a circle towards all the projections at once. As Vlanis watched withergeists fighting the other adventurers, he noticed an odd pattern. When a withergeist struck an adventurer, some simply died from corrupting wounds, dissolving into shadow. Others, however, collapsed to the floor, withergeist sucked into their body. Those seemed to be stirring now, rising from the ground and joining the side of the withergeists, unleashing dark powers against the remaining survivors.
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    Feel free! Although I'm not certain how much Skylight will love the Plotblade Glyer wields, if he manages to steal it successfully. One of the 'bodies' near Vlanis convulsed, reanimating and grabbing at Vlanis's leg with fingers that felt hot and cold all at once. The fire hit 9/10 and enveloped him. It ripped at his soul, threatening to seep into it and destroy him. "Accept this true and final death." The wizard said. His voice was faint, an irritating whine next to the screaming agony of the dark fire. "You oppose that which cannot be defeated." He whispered wearily. "Struggle no longer. I offer you rest, a peaceful end to a futile existence." Glyer, meanwhile, had drawn his sword. It was, surprisingly, a rather plain hand-and-a-half sword. It seemed to be forged from ordinary steel, with an unornamented cross guard and a simple hilt. "You want your Mordite back?" He asked, warding away the two withergeists before him. "Then take it back!" He shouted dramatically, thrust his sword aloft as three aides jumped the withergeists from behind with dark daggers. A dozen more aides appeared from side doors all along the room, wielding dark blades and cutting into the withergeists attacking the crowd. "Nothing to fear, everyone!" Called Glyer. "I shall shortly dispense of this slanderous fool, an easy task for an adventurer as experienced as I!" The wizard launched more dark flames at the drone projecting the illusory Scribe.
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    The crowd of withergeists dispersed before 9/10, responding to their leader's silent command to focus instead on the rest of the crowd. The dark wizard threw back his cowl, revealing the face of an old man ordinary in almost every respect save for his eyes, which were of purest black. "That light... You are the one named after a pencil." He murmured. "The Witherlord has plans for you." He examined 9/10's blade. "Perhaps... he did order me to kill any of his enemies I encountered as I searched for Glyer." Darkness gathered around his staff, precluding a burst of dark flame which burst forth towards 9/10. "Die well, hero. This is the only mercy I can grant." Said the wizard sadly.
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    Don't feel bad about not immediately replying, it's totally fine to be busy. I may or may not have taken multiple-week long breaks from the Shard right in the middle of plots that I started before, so I get it. The dark wizard raised his staff again, and a dozen withergeists flooded in through the ruined door. "Destroy them all." He whispered, sounding almost regretful. Meanwhile, Glyer had finally pulled himself together enough to turn, intending to run for the fire exit. This plan was cut short by a pair of withergeists which formed in front of him. Oh dear. He thought, reaching for his Blade and stumbling back. This has gotten a bit out of hand. Meanwhile, the rest of the room was becoming understandably chaotic. Some of the less cautious adventurers and heroes had rushed the withergeists and wizard. Their ashes and drained corpses now decorated the area near the main doors of the building. The more cautious of those attending the seminar had gathered in a rough clump midway between the stage, save for the dragon, who was looking up at the ceiling. The dragon launched itself into the ceiling, bursting through it and into the night sky beyond. The wizard sighed, waving a hand and sending a few withergeists chasing after the dragon. "This would all be much easier if you would just... stop struggling." One person did not seem to be overly surprised or terrified by the dark wizard's appearance. The silent hero hurried over to Ennallee and Skyler, sword in hand. He gestured, indicating his desire to work with them to escape. @Through The Living Grub
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    "An excellent question!" Glyer exclaimed. "I can assure you that Murderite is just* as murderous as Mordite, and that Mordite was indeed used in its creation." He would likely have continued to expound Murderite's virtues, save for the door at the back of the room exploding inward and showering the audience with splinters of wood. "Glyer!" Boomed a cloaked figure wielding a black staff. "Where is the Mordite you were entrusted?" The figure pulled a dagger from his cloak which looked to be quite similar to those Glyer was attempting to sell, save that it seemed to be flaking away into dust. "You swore to deliver the Witherlord enough blades to equip an army. And all we have received are half-baked forgeries, which began dissolving immediately hence they were delivered!" Glyer flinched backwards, hand reaching for the blade at his side. He steadied himself, however, and managed to paste a smile on his face. "Why, have there been problems with the weapon quality? This is the first I've heard of it. I'll have to speak with my production team. Not to worry, but I will personally ensure all the issues are-" The cloaked figure slammed his staff onto the ground, tendrils of darkness rising all around him as he cut Glyer short. "Not good enough." He growled. "You shall return the Mordite forthwith, and come with me to answer to the Witherlord himself for your foolish attempt at deceit." He seemed to see the crowd for the first time, and paused. He raised his staff, seeming oddly hesitant. "As for the rest of you..." His voice sounded strained. Shadowy fire burst from his staff, consuming an unfortunately nearby adventurer. "You shall pay the price... for... associating with this knave." @Through The Living Grass @Through the Living Wrath @Through The Living Grub @ThatOneGuyOverThere
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    Glyer pointed at the Scribe's hand, and an aide rushed over with a microphone. "Yes, my good man. What do you want to know?" He tried to ignore the disturbances of the evening, focusing on finishing the seminar out strong. Just answer some more questions and hint towards future exciting information, and this fracas will be over. @Through The Living Grass @Through The Living Grub @Through the Living Wrath The cloaked man stopped outside the venue, discarding the flyer to the ground. He stepped to the door and rested a hand on it as if to barge in, then seemed to hesitate. He stepped back and knelt, laying a hand instead on the cobblestones beneath his feet. There was no mistaking it now, the shadows were indeed bending towards him. Tendrils of dark smoke snaked their way from beneath the cobblestones, forming into twin forms made from dark smoke. "Go around the back." Instructed the man. "Make certain there is no way for him to escape." The man settled himself down on the stones. "Inform me when you have any exits guarded."
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    Glyer glared at 9/10. The aides' expression darkened as well, and the lead aide reached into her cloak. "Please sir," She said. "Do not disturb the seminar." Wouldn't you like to know?
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    Glyer tapped his foot impatiently while everyone regained their seats. Of course a Narrator would have to show up. He thought as he watched Ennalee out of the corner of his eye. I will have to be very careful not to let her upset my plans. He continued waiting until the crowd finally quieted down enough for him to continue. "Where was I... oh yes, Mordite. As I said, Mordite can kill even Narrators. However, it is quite difficult to obtain." He smiled broadly, and gestured to an array of cloth-covered tables lining one side of the room. "Lucky for all of you, I have recently come into possession of quite a large quantity of the stuff!" Several aides pulled the cloths off the tables, revealing dozens of black metallic weapons, tinged with lines of red. "This is my very own Mordite alloy*, Murderite." Glyer said proudly. "Guaranteed** to be just as deadly as the real thing. Available after this night's speech at very reasonable*** prices." The crowd oohed and aahed in appreciation. The silent hero's eyes narrowed in suspicion. @ThatOneGuyOverThere @Through the Living Wrath Three aides approached 9/10 and Ennalee. "Excuse me," One said politely. "We appreciate your silence during the esteemed B. I. Glyer's speech." The other two aides nodded in sync, moving to flank the pair of disruption-makers. @Through The Living Grass @Through The Living Star The Outlier noticed a cloaked man with a staff walking slowly down the street. Streetlights near him appeared dimmer, and shadows seemed to bend towards him as he approached the building, coming from the opposite direction of the Outlier. He held a flier in his hands similar to the one the Outlier had found, and he appeared to be checking building addresses just as the Outlier had been.
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    It can be tricky, since many Plotblades can be dismissed and summoned like Shardblades. Killing the wielder would work in most cases. People around the room reacted in shock to Ennalee's outburst. Some stood as if to offer help, while others merely edged away warily. Some few reached for weapons, hidden or otherwise. Alone among the crowd, the silent hero apparently ignored her, eyes focused on the door of the venue. Glyer's eyes narrowed in suspicion at Ennalee, but that expression vanished in a moment, replaced by one of mock concern. "Please," he called out, "could we all settle down? There is no need to panic." He gestured subtly to some of his aides. Several aides hurried to Ennalee. "Are you alright?" One asked softly. Glyer's expression darkened, and he lowered his microphone, leaning down towards Skylight. "Sir, if you could please return to your seat, I'd like to continue on with the seminar." He raised the microphone again, speaking to the rest of the room. "If everyone could please return to their seats, let's get things back on track." @ThatOneGuyOverThere @Through The Living Grass "Of course," Lyric said. "I remember the forest. And... before the forest."
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    "An excellent question!" Glyer exclaimed. "Yes, we will talk about that in extensive detail at a later date, but I can give you all the short answer now." He reached into his cloak, and pulled out a sheathed dagger. With utmost care he removed the sheath, revealing a blade of purest black. "Mordite. Weapons made from this material can kill anything. In fact, we're going to have a workshop on the many ways Mordite has been put into practice to kill Narrators, gods, and even the Witherlord himself tomorrow, so if you're interested, make sure not to miss out."
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    "Ah, our first taker!" Glyer pointed out Vlanis, and an aide hurried to rush over with a microphone. "What do you want out of this seminar?" Glyer eyed the lightweaving in amusement. "Ah, the Witherlord. Well, I suppose any discussion about killing gods will inevitably lead back to that big bad, now that he's back." He gave 9/10 a sly grin. "Suffice it to say, we'll discuss him in time, though I don't want to get to him tonight. We have to save something to get you all to come back, now don't we?" A few chuckles came from the audience at that, though most seemed to want to avoid looking at the image of the Witherlord. "Now," Glyer said. "Back to the man with the question. Let's hear it: What do you want to learn here?"
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    The audience began clapping as a man stepped out onto the stage. He was tall, with deep brown eyes and black hair, and a dashing scar just below his right eye. He wore a well-tailored green cloak with golden trim and a carved ruby pin, and the hilt of a sword, rather plain and unadorned compared to the rest of his attire, stuck out from within the cloak. He walked to a microphone on the stage, fiddling with it for a moment before raising his eyes back to the crowd. "Welcome, welcome." He said with a grin. "I'm your host, B. I. Glyer, god killer extraordinaire, a top-rated adventurer, chosen wielder of a legendary Plotblade." He winked, resting a hand on the sword sticking from his cloak. "But enough about me. You're all here to learn about one thing: How to kill gods." He pointed into the crowd. "We've got a wide variety of speakers lined up, who'll talk about a lot of the specifics of killing gods. But for this first session, I'd like to ask all of you: What are you hoping to get out of this seminar? What gods do you hope to kill? What information do you most want from me? If you want to speak just raise your hand and he'll give you a mic. Let us know your name, where you're from, and ask whatever questions you want." He lowered his mic and sat back, waiting for someone to raise their hand. @ThatOneGuyOverThere @Through The Living Grass @Through The Living Star The void would be specifically chaotic dark, similar to how reality is chaotic light. Ennullers can travel safely through it because they aren't made of light and can hide/don't immediately aggravate withergeists, allowing for convenient between-universe travel.
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    So they’d normally work by exerting outside influence on the story, pushing characters to make decisions that worsen the story, then after the Author gives up, the Tyrant flaw would consume the dead story left behind? The seminar was held in a large auditorium, with a few hundred chairs arranged in front of a stage. The chairs were inhabited sparsely by a variety of adventuring types. There were cloaked loners, armored knights, futuristic robot-hating supersoldiers, robots, a silent hero, and even a dragon, sitting off to one side.
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    That is likely the conclusion he would come to as well, although I would ask how flaws are supposed to destroy stories without entering them. The flyer contained an address, as well as a time and date. The first class started in about half an hour.
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    The Witherlord may decide to interact with one of the greater flaws at some point. To see if it is a greater evil than he. A flyer fluttered down in front of him. God Killing 101: a seminar by Nin the Ninja’s supreme* apprentice: B. I. Glyer. (Graduates of this seminar will be given a 100% free, 100% authentic Murderite sword, guaranteed** to be up to the job of killing any god. the bottom of the flyer, which presumably would have contained the diclaimers, was unfortunately missing.
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    The rifts are the Witherlord destroying the (chaotic light and/or ordered light) fabric of reality, allowing him to enter the Void and travel easily between worlds. Wouldn't recommend that for any Light-aligned characters unless they like getting eaten by withergeists.
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    I’m a baptist as well, although Priest John was intended to be Catholic. Sadly i dont get to have the Witherlrod run through all the denominations searching for one that knows how to locate Heaven (the place) within the thread.
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    That’s interesting to think about, actually. The voice mused. Why is it that withergeists are the only paradigm with baked-in morality? I suppose their motives could be pure, but their actions are always forced towards the evil and corruptive. Narrators are allowed to be good or evil, as are Ennullers. From what fragments we have, it seems likely that Luxsprites also were allowed to hold different moralities. But withergeists cannot. It makes one think, does it not? Perhaps in an unreality formed by Ennullers, Narrators would be the evil ones. A Doylist explanation would be that someone needs to be villainous, and dark forces of evil fill that role. But the Watsonian explanation is an intriguing conundrum. A neon sign buzzed nearby as it flickered, proudly proclaiming the name of a convenient nearby cafe: A Latte coffee. There didn’t seem to be many people inside, but an ‘oen’ sign (the p had gone out long ago) was set beside the glass door.
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    Father John shuddered in horror at the sight of the death ahead of him. Then, convulsively, he shook his head. "It is not mine to choose the time of my death." He said quietly, but firmly. "Taking my life is wrong, no matter if it is done to prevent my suffering. I-" Father John's voice was cut off suddenly as the darkness that had been slowly encasing him abruptly consumed him, slaying him in an instant. "Take care." The Witherlord had a distant expression as he admonished the sphere. "I gave you leave to follow me, not to interfere with my plans." The distant expression ended as the Witherlord cut a rift in reality, stepping back into the Void. "This information seeking has become irrelevant. My spies have finally reported back." 'Ordered Light' is not a character alignment. pointed out a voice in 9/10's head. Although those aligned with it are generally fans of reality existing, they are not necessarily good, altruistic, or analytical.
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    The Witherlord stepped out of the Void onto a nameless planet. Before him was an ornate building, with beautiful stained glass windows and crosses carved from stone. ”Time to get more information about this… ‘Heaven’.” The Witherlord murmured. — Priest John was sitting at his office doing paperwork when he heard the door slam open. Startled, he looked up from his work to see a man who seemed made from dark flames, with eyes of burning violet light step into his office. “Father John.” The stranger said darkly. “I want to know how to get to Heaven.” John blinked. “I… well, you must express your desire to join the faith, of course. Then you must undergo the rite of reception to the catechumens. This is a period of-“ ”No, not like that.” The figure interrupted harshly. He took a step towards John. “I want to know where it is. How do I travel there?” John took an involuntary step back, deeply unnerved. You got all sorts of odd people in the church, of course, and a man made of dark flames was hardly the oddest being he’d shared the Truth with, but something about this man felt… evil. ”You cannot simply travel to Heaven.” He said nervously. “It does not work that way.” He The man’s eyes bored into John, who took another step backwards, back brushing against the wall of his office. ”Pity.” The Witherlord murmured. “I almost believe you. But my need for information is dire. I will not rely merely on my own intuition.” Something cold wrapped around John’s legs, the priest looking down in horror to see dark tendrils creeping up his body. He struggled to run, but his legs were as if cast in stone. ”Let me ask one more time.” The Witherlord said calmly. “Where is Heaven? How can one get there? You will tell me, or there will be… consequences.” @Through the living keigs The shifty fellow continued sneakily sneaking through the woods. On his back he carried a very large book. He seemed to be moving away from the place Sequence was buried. Ghanderflaffles have been mostly forgotten, sadly. And Butt Venture hasn’t been around in forever. Although one of my characters is his nephew, so he’s not entirely lost. Enullers don’t hard counter Narrators, although they are better at fighting them than most. Just as Luxsprites weren’t a hard counter to withergeists, as evidenced by the Witherlord killing them all in Dies Luxfrang.
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    The Witherlord examined the fuzzy spot inscrutably. With a shrug he turned, moving deeper into the darkness of the Void between Worlds. ”I am going to see if Heaven’s Author is available, that I might wage war against it and destroy it. Follow if you wish, being close to me will doubtless make you easier to kill when that time comes.” @Through the living keigs
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    He probably could, but that's not the sort of thing he likes to take chances with.
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    Lyric rummaged through his bag and pulled the journal free. He opened it to the first page and began reading. "I suppose I have met you." He said. "How odd." The Witherlord noticed the merging of the essences just in time, grabbing one core before retreating into the Void. He watched the explosion-which was much more than simply 'massive', and an idea came to him. He looked down at the Prismite core in his hand. Perhaps it would be best to let Rebus's plan succeed. After all, it does open up certain new... possibilities.
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    We have no reason to believe the Bands can do anything a Fullborn can’t, although we have reason to believe medallions are much more limited than they are. As such, I think that you’re discounting the power of Nicrosil compounding boosted pushes and pulls. A Fullborn could push on trace metals in a thunderclast, or a hordeling, or a Larkin. If a non-compounding Bleeder can move at slightly below bullet speeds for minutes at a time, then a Fullborn (with access to larger metalminds than 1/16th of a spearhead you could hold in your hand) could easily move at those speeds for extended amounts of time, even ignoring speed bubble shenanigans (enough mass from F-iron, and it might move with you). A-aluminum can remove corruption from Shades, F-gold can heal Shardblade cuts, A-copper prevents detection or mental manipulation, A-bronze allows them to sense investiture, and might even get up to life-sense levels of awareness. A-pewter and F-Pewter give strength comparable to Shardplate or Heralds.
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    The Witherlord remained in the vault, a hole forming in the wall as he passed through into it. ”I know what I need to know.” He said simply, stepping over to the shelves laden with Prismite. “For example, I know that you cannot stop me from corrupting your entire stock of Prismite, leaving you once again useless and ignored by all the Thread.” He picked a container up off the shelf, corrupting the Prismite into Mordite with a slight exertion of his will. ”As for being the last living being, I look forward to the day when all life has been ended. When the Void is all that is, and withergeists can finally rest.” He chuckled. “I would be curious to know what force will be destroying my armies and stripping me of my power. Perhaps it is these flaws who sent you and Sanguine here?” — Unintelligible considered how best to get into space. Perhaps if he jumped as high as he could…
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