Immortal Platypus

I refuse to post here more than ~15 more times. I can't pass Eddie in post count on tGaiL.

The squirrel blinked. "I still don't know who this "Great Wizard" is, and you saying I do doesn't prove anything. And no, your attempt to dodge the question of what Blades you're talking about doesn't satisfy my curiosity. I'm still confused, since you haven't explained how they are more dangerous than Lore or Endings. Will you tell the council what the Plotblades are? Why won't you tell your trusted council what blades they are? Would you say what they are if we left?" The squirrel barely held back from saying his next thought, knowing it wouldn't go over well. Or do you intend to frame the Great Wizard (whoever he is) simply so that you can take the Blades for yourself? Even he, a socially inept hamster, could tell that saying that would be a mistake. The squirrel looked at the adventurers. "Chains struggle to hold me. They're rarely the right size. And strengthen the case against me? There is no case against me! I've done nothing wrong! I am willing to leave, but I figured I could provide help as long as I was here." Platypus' Author had remembered Omen existed, but forgot his name. Platypus went to the area that Cognition, Unintelligible, the OA and others had met Omen during the "Desolation Arc." once plot starts, things heat up, and post count skyrockets Zanitar watched this, confused. Then he stepped through the portal. "You have... Change, is it? No, that's the Dawnshard. You have Character Development? Platypus told me, but I forgot." "Close enough," Zanitar replied. "Now can you make it so we can hear what's going on?" "I told Platypus to make me able to speak all languages, but noooo, that wouldn't be useful," Zanitar griped to himself. "Apparently it never came up with Hacob."

*signs hello*

similar to how without the gospel, the church can still do good (as evidenced by other churches that do good for the world while having incorrect doctrine) but it's good is enhanced with the gospel Also, Elder Stevenson came out swinging! This decade as important as the decade with the restoration of the priesthood, the printing of the BoM, etc. That's crazy!

Elder Stevenson's was crazy!

I WARNED YOU!

Platypus tried to recall what he had learned about visiting the Dreamsmith. It was a struggle, and he may have to have his Author look at prior pages where it happened. He didn't remember much, and figured Narrating himself to the Dreamsmith, or Creating a reality where he was at the Dreamsmith was too lame and thus wouldn't work. "No. I don't," said the talking squirrel. "I don't know the rest of these people though. They might. I am a servant of Platypus, but I'm on my break. I have a week vacation right now and thought it might be cool to go to the Coast of Elron when some stupid magic dragon teleported me here, and now I'm getting accused of working for someone I don't even know, and this is why I never go on break!" He sucks in a huge breath. "And can any of you tell me where I am? And also, Mr. speaker-dude, you didn't answer my question. Which Plotblades are you referring to?" Turning to Erif, the squirrel continued, "Plot was a dude that was the embodiment of plot itself several hundred pages back. He was the original wielder of Vengeance, the original Plotblade. Now his power is inside the many different Plotblades. The Witherlord, if I recall correctly, is the leader of the Withergeists. He is a being of incredible Chaotic-Dark energy." I know that, but Zanitar doesn't. And to be fair, these are some important things for the current plot, so he'd expect adventurers to know about them. "Plot was a dude that was the embodiment of plot itself several hundred pages back. He was the original wielder of Vengeance, the original Plotblade. He died, and his power was forced into his Blade, Vengeance. Vengeance couldn't contain the massive amount of power, so it split into many Plotblades. We don't actually know how many there are, but there are a lot. Narrationblades are are special Blades, similar to Shardblades, belonging to Narrators. They are made of Narrivitum, or Prismite. They have a couple special powers, but generally aren't that important in the current Era. Ennullers are what keep TLT from leaking into the rest of the world, and what trap Narrators here so they don't destroy the world." "Does that make sense?" Zanitar ignored this. "Now can we go?" @Ancient Elantrian @Through The Living Glass@xinoehp512@NameIess

don't worry, I won't. and you are lucky. Beware this knowledge, for it will destroy you. I WARN YOU, DO NOT GOOGLE IT! I REPEAT, DO NOT GOOGLE IT!

A squirrel that happened to be there piped up. "You couldn't forge the Plotblades into one. The only person that ever accomplished that was Plot himself, and he is long dead. Even if you could, it would be far too powerful to wield. The only being I can think of that might have the power to do that besides Plot is is the Witherlord, and we don't want him to have any more power." "As for your other point, the Plotblades are inferior to Narrators in many ways, the most obvious of which is their limitations. However, they have significantly more power than a Narrator, it is just incredibly difficult to access. The Plotblades give raw energy, which can be converted into Plotweaving, Narrating, Creating, Destroying, Changing, really anything. With a Plotblade, even a non-Narrator could potentially Narrate! You clearly don't understand just how powerful these things are! It is an essential thing that they are limited in scope, or TLT as we know it would likely be destroyed!" He took a deep breath and, turning to the Brave Adventurer, he continued, "I would be quite intrigued to hear which Plotblades you are referring to. To be more dangerous than Endings would be quite the feat, not to mention Lore. I don't know how a Plotblade could possibly be more dangerous than Lore." "How do none of you know what Plotblades are? They've been an important part of the lore for 100s of pages now! This is like not knowing what a Narrationblade or an Ennuller is!" Shaking his head with exasperation, he turned to the Once-Author. "Can you take us to the meeting secretly, or should we use my magic? My magic will almost certainly take longer."

Zanitar glared at him. "Don't you speak of Plotblades! Those things are better left unmentioned. But... yes. They are very, very real, and very capable of causing devastation." I also forgot Jeremy. NOT JEREMY! He didn't deserve this. Zanitar swiveled his glare to the OA. "Well? Can you help us? We need to leave very soon if we want to be able to do anything. The plot is moving quickly, and if we don't act with haste, it will be over before we get there." Platypus jerked upright. "The Dreamsmith? I will have to go there. I must speak to the Dreamsmith about this immediately. Either I can clear the Great Wizard's name, or perhaps I can bring evidence to bear against him." With this in mind, and the idea of perhaps getting something else to add to his shelf (though it might go on his other shelf, the one full of other magic, but significantly less important items. It depends on how useful the item would be), Platypus set off to the Dreamsmith.

I'm not even looking and I lost the game

just a little

##logiked

#relatable. Zanitar looked at the OA questioningly. Had he heard anything that was said? @Ancient Elantrian

#no #you'rewrong

"Um, probably. I'm not exactly on the council, but we need to know what they're saying." @Ancient Elantrian Zanitar did wonder why Shoe was getting down.

I don't want AC. It's not hot enough

do you have to?

forgot about the question "Unclear. Something to do with the Brave Adventurers, but I don't know exactly what. We'll likely need to infiltrate a meeting of their council. OA there might be able to help with that. As for where we're going, I'm sure my magic will take care of that."

that is what happens

alright? "Wait," he said, looking around confused. "Have we been here the whole time? Stupid magic. It should know by now I don't trust caves."

I mean... kinda? also, my 11 hour win didn't get to 12

Zanitar looks up. "Since when was there a ceiling? And since when were we here?"

"I'm just sayin." Left?

"But he could be."