Verdance

Hit page 60 or something, the author is getting better but still subpar Then again I might be a spoiled sandernerd and everything else pales in comparison

Sanguine doesn’t need to disrupt Egis’ Narration, he simply absorbs the spikes back into himself. “How long do you intend to dance?”, he snarls.

Purple clouds being consumed by

Sanguine is visibly frustrated. Are all Thread-dwellers this difficult to kill? He redoubles his efforts, growing and snapping a line of spikes from his arm and flinging them at Egis like throwing knives.

Night yawns. Something about Bob’s plotline invigorates her a little. imma say she’s powered by Whimsylight :3 —— 9/10mmHB#2 is on his way to violate several Earth laws. He is tempted by the thought of using Hemalurgy to obtain Allomantic or Feruchemical powers, but decides against it. Too risky. What he needs to do is reintegrate himself into the plot in some way. He is becoming very plot insignificant. “@edgyswordname, I don’t suppose you have an actual reason to write right now?”, he shouts into the sky sarcastically. —— A scruffy youth in a… shall we call it bold- plaid jacket perched on a stool at a messy desk, staring out the window and eating peanut butter crackers. He stared out the window, contemplating the nature of peanut butter crackers and why they are so orange, and manages to make a tense error as he does. His phone’s haptics trigger, humming in his pocket. He takes it out. Is one of his characters talking to him again? Complaining. That one was always annoying. “Hmmm… let’s see. You want a new plot line? Well, I was thinking having Sanguine hunt you down soon, since he’s finally in my power…” he rifles through a messy notebook. Somewhere he find a few notes, scrawled “TLT ideas”. Listed are: - obtain luxite (Visit Dreamsmith? Kill God? Non-viable.) - unnecessarily meta post?!?! - Inkwell do something useful - neutral alligned fundamental substances - more sleep token references At the bottom of the page is an idea so boring, so improbable, so nonsensical, it might just get that stupid character to shut up and do something for once. It had always disliked the Author. “Well,” the Author said. “Might as well get to it…” He picks up his phone and starts typing. —— An acolyte at the Temple of Plot suddenly stands up. His wounds healing, mordite poisoning retreating, he begins searching for anyone who will listen. Something has come upon him… someone must know. Quest! Available to anyone! Cool rewards! Debatably!

Against reason, he ignores Egis and whirls to look behind himself, swinging the his arm towards a presence that may or may not exist.

Nomu swings through a door on a key attracted to a ball of yarn like retail Spider-Man. “Weird corner of the Premier Inn,” they say, then open another door where a horde of clay zombie people riding clay zombie horses live.

What if I am writing this while sleepwalking do I win nohw

Oh, huh. My guess was she was in the Cognitive Realm or something like that. Realmatic Theory is one thing I have decided counters or interferes with a Flaw’s rift abilities. Sanguine binds the lashes together into a long jagged blade and stabs towards the spot.

Inkwell surrenders. Ink has won the Battle of the Handshake. He sips from the skull. “Whats the Doorways? I appeared on the Shard in the Clearing and made my way to TLT from there, but I’ve not heard of Doorways yet.” this is not confusing at all

Yes I recognize the name Dokja. somewhere around chapter 30 now and I’m waiting for the characters to get interesting. :3

Sanguine does not have the subtlety of mind to appreciate whatever trickery Egis has concocted- truly the intellectual gap is astounding. He roars and sweeps out with the lash-arm in a wide radius, thinking her invisible.

Yesterday that video might as well have been me made me laugh so hard

Sanguine is not amused. “Cheater.” 9/10mmHB#2’s head pops out of a rift nearby. “Nah, it’s pretty smart, actually.” He laughs, ducking away as Sanguine snaps the whip at him. “I’m not truly here either,” he snarls at Egis. He stalks the room, sniffing for some odd reason. He looks quite silly, until he snatches a thread of Connection out of thin air touching the illusion, stabbing through thin air and creating a rift to Egis’ true physical location. He passes through. “It’s alright,” he says. “You’d find me… difficult to imprison anyway.”

*noted down for future use* moy gracias

Lightweaver first truth: I rely on other people to feel happy, but avoid people when I need them most

That’s 2/20 for language, help I don’t speak verstehe

That was his dodge roll. I’m just messing around, but if I had decided he rolled higher he would suffer less damage

Sanguine’s nervous system reknits, his eyes connecting to his brain connecting to his body. As he catches Egis again in his vision, he lashes out, his arms splitting down his fingers into a whip with five spiked lashes, ripping other blade out and casting it aside. “You won’t get far with blades,” he spits.

*rolls d20* *nat 1* [you suffer 33 nom damage! Reduce your nom bar by 33 points minus your nom armor!]

The dagger is absorbed by his face, spat out of the back of his head. He is disoriented for the moment as the form momentarily loses sensory input due to severe brain damage. The process of reknitting particles together begins immediately.

Fool turns his horse to the zombies. “Hm. Nasty little buggers, aren’t they?” He stows the horn in a pouch on his saddle and pulls out a dagger. Inexplicably, it crumbles away into blood and mist in his fingers. “That’s odd.” He instead dismounts and joins the line to face them on foot, unarmed.

9/10mmHB#2 stares as the pocketknife bleeds away into fine red mist. “Uh. My name’s 9/10mmHB#2. I have an interest in locking away the Witherlord. How about you?” —— Sanguine senses the weak one drawing a blade. He exerts his will upon it, and is is destroyed. That one is close… he will deal with him as soon as he has dealt with Egis. He begins pushing against reality, trying to form a bubble around himself and Egis not affected by Narration.

Inkwell shakes Ink’s hand harder. “Good to know. I’m pretty sure Cleo could help me burn away any of the truly harmful toxins.” He shrugs. “I come from TLT. Interesting deaths are pretty much guaranteed.”