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2 hours ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

"How can your subconscious know that it is your subconscious?"

Was my semester long philosophy class from my junior year coming back to haunt me or something?

"Well, it's not my subconscious. It's my conscious- me- recognizing that this is ridiculous and therefore not real."

3 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

"You conceive it to be like another place entirely." I respond. "Not like here."

"Well, uh..." I pause to consider telling this person this was a dream. 

Eh, why not.

"Well this place is a dream, and you're a part of my subconscious. I mean, what else could it be? Look around."

1 minute ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

"Why is our conception such in one direction?"

"What?" I try and think through the phrase but it just doesn't make sense in my head. "Could you clarify? Do you mean like... Opinion-wise? Why we see the world how we do?"

Something felt off. People in dreams never talked like this.

30 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

I realize that eternity and time cannot coexist. If every moment ends, then shouldn't they all at the end?

And what is this... happening? Things must occur at a moment. Or so this entity seemed to believe. But... perhaps not?

"Uh, are you okay?" I say, grabbing and biting into a perfectly normal tasting cookie.

32 minutes ago, Frustration said:

"Exactly, the one difference, Nergaoul is still bound, he must be released."

Kyt raise an eyebrow. "Oh? And how does releasing the Thrill keep things in balance?"

4 hours ago, Random Bystander said:

"What the heck is a scud?"

@Mage

20 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

So I conceive a trade of ideas beyond the restraints of space, dimensions, and 'time.'

The Inventor looked mildly displeased so I decide change the subject. "So, anyways, so you know what that guy that went into that meadow-place was doing? I mean, he just-" I turn and there's suddenly a fourth person there. "Oh, ah, hello!"

8 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

"...They didn't exist."

"If you say so. If you feel up to it, could you 'invent' some sugar cookies? They're my favorite."

I think I'll call this strange person the Inventor. Seems fitting.

3 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

"They're, uhh..." I invent the terms for geometric shapes and edibility on the spot. "Little food circles."

Now I just have to reverse-engineer a way to make these naturally.

"I know what a cookie is!" I laugh. "But you can't invent something that already exists."

1 hour ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

I knock on the bubble. "Hello? I invented cookies. They're pretty good. Want some?"

This was already getting rather weird, but I decided to humor the dream.

"What do you mean you 'invented' cookies?"

I awaken.

Well, that's what it feels like. It takes me a couple moments to realize I'm not in my bed at home, and a couple more to realize I'm standing up. What? I think. My head darts around, trying to figure out where I was. There was just... nothing.  Well that wasn't entirely true, as there was a ground to stand on and gravity to pull me down. But the sky... I couldn't tell  if it was the sky or just the ceiling. Either choice just felt wrong, somehow.

A streak of panic shot through my chest. Where was I? Was I dead? I didn't want to be dead!

I glanced down. I was wearing a plain shirt and shorts but was barefoot. Strangely, the ground below me felt like... Tiles? Kitchen tiles? Why was the afterlife tiled?

Additionally, the tiles were pulsating and a faint purple. 

Nearly immediately I relaxed. This was just a dream! Even better, it was a lucid one. I had had a couple lucid dreams before, though this one felt rather more lucid-y than my previous ones.

I closed my eyes and focused on my hand, doing the exercise I did the other few times I had managed to lucid dream. It seemed a little harder but then, without a sound, a spoon appeared in my hand. I admired it for a moment, smacking the back of the round side against my other palm before pocketing it. (had that pocket been there before?)

Anyways, at the moment this dream was rather bland. I decided to get some people to talk to, and when I turn around, there they are- a trio of assumedly people, though I couldn't describe them. They were fuzzy, like how dreams felt when you begin to wake up.

"Hello!"

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Right now we are all really powerful, but our power will decline as more people (PCs or NPCs alike) come in and dilute each person's influence on LIMBO.

Welcome to
LIMBO.
Where everyone, collectively, is God.

Welcome! Welcome! Here we are, in LIMBO. As you can see at the moment, there is quite literally nothing here. Nothing at all. This "place" lacks the inherent properties of the world you know- both space and time are completely lacking. For all intents and purposes, this place does not exist. Here, let me explain.
You likely know of the multiverse- the never ending prism of a thousand different stories, possibilities, peoples, and existences that make up Everything. It's quite beautiful, reality. You should go see it some time. But that's a story for another day- what you need to know is that this place, LIMBO, is where every universe- every single one of the infinite possibilities that makes up the Everything- intersects. Each touch and mingle here- you can think of it as point 0,0 of the multiverse, each universe spreading outward as one of the infinite spokes of the Wheel of All.
You might guess that a intersection such as that would be a chaotic combination of them all- an massive mess of ideas, matter, and just... stuff, strewn about everywhere. You would be wrong, however, as in an infinite multiverse where everything that can happen, will happen, everything just... cancels out. Every universe that would've added something to this nothing destructively interferes with another, perfectly opposite universe. It's strange- all of everything combined is just... nothing.
Until you, of course! Now, you might be wondering how we are speaking in a non-place, but the nice thing about non-places is that they have no rules, including rules about partially existing in non-existence. There's also no rules forbidding self-contradicting logic!
You see, when there's true, absolute Nothing, there's only one stray variable remaining. 
You! And any other consciousnesses currently in LIMBO, of course. I'm not entirely sure how you're here (Or heck, how I'M here, or even know all of this,) but YOU- your wants, needs, expectations, emotions, personality, hopes, dreams, and everything else that makes up you is the one and only thing that effects the land around you. 
For example, once you enter into LIMBO, firstly you'll begin to exist. Well, obviously, but that's more special than you think- you cannot imagine not existing, so LIMBO makes you. (Actually, maybe that's how you ended up here?)
Then, you become you. Your past materializes in your brain. After all, without your past, You would be nothing. You believe you came from somewhere- assumedly from one of the universes, and whether or not that's true doesn't matter.
Thirdly, assuming you had one in your maybe-real maybe-fabricated past, you would probably make a body, as you cannot picture yourself without your physical form
Anyways, you get the picture. It's all rather... existential, isn't it? Well, at least you won't be alone! Lots and lots of other people will be there too, all of their consciousnesses effecting LIMBO as well. Eventually, perhaps, it'll end up making a modicum of sense!
Also you won't remember this conversation and you'll be immortal.
Have a nice existence! 

54 minutes ago, Frustration said:

"Your word is not enough, what about when you die? What if in two thousand more years, a new war commences? Can you force an oath on unborn generations? The spren themselves must swear off bonding. Forever." 

"Very well. If that is what is required for peace- I will aid you in whatever way I can to convince them. However, this will be under one condition. Just two simple questions. One, why bondsmiths specifically? Are they simply too powerful for your tastes? And secondly," Kyt says, eyes darkening, "What does Odium have to do with this? You mentioned him earlier, and I cannot help but wonder why he is relevant to your cause."

On 10/22/2021 at 10:18 AM, Random Bystander said:

 

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weird transition coming in

"I'll help," I offer, and I begin to look around the library as well for books on worldhopping.


20 minutes later, I exasperatedly sigh. "We should just ask the librarian. This place is WAY too large."

On 10/17/2021 at 0:31 PM, Knight of Iron said:

“H-Hello,” Kreshnik asked. He then thought to impress his hypnotized employee to dismiss the... unfriendly people. At least there weren’t pitchforks this time.

Grace just sighs and looks mildly embarrassed as she watches the scene unfold.

@Knight of Iron

1 hour ago, Frustration said:

"Is it all that different? A Bondsmith enslaved the minds of an entire people, now they are even less regulated, the question is not 'will they do something similar' but 'could they?' it is too great a risk to leave them around."

"You are generalizing the actions of individuals on the actions of entirely seperate people. I am absolutely, 100% confident that our bondsmiths will be able to restrain themselves until death. And I promise that when they die, we will not permit the creation of more bondsmiths."

14 hours ago, Frustration said:

"How well did that work last time Edgedanncer? The Radiants swore off their power and agreed to never form again, now look at us."

Kyt frowns. "The Recreance was an entirety different situation, regarding people long dead by the time it was...'broken', if you could call it that. It has nothing to do with our current negotiations."

5 hours ago, ashwastaken said:

what if we (as 17th shard) made a collaborative conlang? Or maybe a conlang for one of the canon cosmere languages?

Ooh, I would be up for this. I've done some conlanging- mostly collaborative and maybe not the best but I would be willing to help.

Here's a little sample of Qugexngkad, a collaborative conlanging/worldbuilding thing I made last year during a competition thing. Never got much farther than this, but I still like how it looks.

As for toki pona, can't say I've ever really engaged with it.

1 hour ago, Frustration said:

"I have no intention of waiting for all of you to get here. And even if you all did agree with me, how do you propose to stop Bondsmiths from escaping? They do not need spheres they make thier own light, they do not care for bonds, as the forces of the world are at their commands. And with Ba-Ado-Mishram free there is no consequence to broken oaths."

"You speak as if they are wild animals, desperate to escape and not our leaders who want peace as much as you do. I'm sure with some convincing we could get them to swear off their powers."

6 hours ago, Frustration said:

"You have admitted that you cannot speak for the Bondsmiths, and that is the only thing that will resolve this. Honor can no longer enforce his laws, and he is too powerful to be returned. Bondsmiths must end, that is the only way I will stop."

Kyt looks suspiciously at Nak before speaking up. "Maybe this one cannot speak for the bondsmiths, but you have brought the entire Radiant population of the Tower down here. I am confident that, as a group, we can convince them."

6 minutes ago, Frustration said:

"Coming through!"

A few of the Lightweavers came up behind, one placed her hand on the rock and it turned to air.

 

The room was full of Singers, shoving every piece of paper, and every fabrial contained inside into bags.

The Pillar's sheild had activated, but none of them seemed intrested in it.

The Scholars inside were all tied up on the ground.

"There's a heist?!" Said Varla, Kyt's spren breaking her long silence.

Kyt immediately yells, "No blades!" to signify not to use deadly force before slicking his feet and speeding towards the thieves.

3 minutes ago, Tani said:

"So purposefully cut it so it'll slide out. Smaller on the far side, bigger on this side."

"Can work, sometimes. But if you want to far hole to be large enough to squeeze through and still have your hole slide out, you'll need to cut down to the floor- but that'll make it not slide so now you need to move a 700 pound rock. And you still might not cut straight."

9 minutes ago, Tani said:

"Why not just a Sprenblade?"

"Have you ever tried cutting a hole ina stone wall? Sure, you can, but then you need to get the stone you cut out. And most of the time you don't manage a perfectly straight cut so it gets hooked and... It's a mess. It's just cleaner and faster to get a stoneward.

On 10/24/2021 at 3:39 PM, Frustration said:

As the Radiants began to reach the Pillar room they found the door blocked with stone that wasn't there before.

"A Stoneward! We need a Stoneward here!"

     Czokla weaves pasts the partygoers and positions himself in the corner of the club closest to the bar. The club wasn't all that busy tonight- Czokla had seen some absolutely packed fighting joints when particularly popular or prominent fights occurred. Not tonight however, as the fights seemed rather lightweight. Thus he had a rather clear view of the entire bar area.
He discretely scans the array of tables before him, looking for any persons of interest. There was a great variety of people here- some wore fine clothing while others barely looked better than beggars off the street. They were all shady in their own distinct ways, but Czokla was looking for a specific form of shady, the type that bought, sold, and stole information. They had a specific look to them- and they all had that look on a pile of cash. Still, even out of this small crowd of people, it was hard to distinguish between the causal blood sport enjoyer and those who used this place as a covert meeting spot, safe from the drainfall and prying eyes.
Czokla only had to wait a couple minutes before something stood out to him. Two women sitting at a table quietly discussing something. One was rather average looking with long straight brown hair and mildly tanned and freckled skin. The woman opposite to her stood out far more however with strangely long gloves and blonde hair. The latter's face seemed familiar, somehow- he had probably seen her likeness in some UOP file somewhere.
Still, the duo didn't fully catch his attention until the freckled girl pulled out a not-unsizable amount of Ler and placed it on the table in front of the gloved one. Interesting. Czokla watched intently as the two conversed afterward. Clearly, the gloved one was the informant- the direction of the money, and the amount each spoke revealed that.
The exchange only lasted a couple of minutes, after which the freckled woman stood, said one last thing to the familiar blonde and disappeared into the crowd.
Czokla began to walk towards the table to engage with the possible informant- A risky play, but one backed by a great deal of money. Before he could reach her however, she stood and began to walk away from the bar area. Czokla only pauses for a moment before turning to trail her as discretely as possible.

@ZincAboutIt @Fallapede

On 10/21/2021 at 10:05 PM, Frustration said:

All Radiants to the Heart of the Tower now, hurry!

Touching the light as well, Kyt says "All radiants? ALL of them in the tower? By the One, what are we ALL needed for? C'mon, it seems like an emergency."
He begins running, following the light.