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I have been writing as a hobby for longer than you have been alive. I have been a regular member and roleplayer of no less than fourteen different online forums during that time (including the old RPG), five six eight of which no longer exist.

I was previously a regular on the Homestuck forums, but I became so sick of thread turnover there that I asked around and eventually found the Guild. Since joining, I have exclusively only participated in Advanced RPs. Before Mahz gave NRPs their own subforum, I used to be an NRP regular in the Advanced Subforum. I am a Guildfall survivor, and know/regularly write with a few others.

If you ask anybody who has written with me in previous RPs, they should tell you that I have a generally open schedule, I post regularly and in a timely fashion, and I never drop an RP once I join unless the thread dies. Some of them may tell you that I have extensive expertise within the realms of Biology, Psychology, and Physics, which I will make no effort to validate since there is no way I can provide hard proof of aforementioned alleged expertise to anybody over the internet (though I am happy to try and answer any questions you send my way).

My favorite fandom is the Myst franchise, which seemingly nobody other than me has ever heard of.

I was a Contest Moderator for the Writing Contests Subforum for just a little bit over two years. I wrote the Moderation Policy for that subforum and I ran a contest called the Twelve Labours; you can still go there and see all of them and the entries people wrote for them in the Contests Section and the Victory Archives.

I have been quadruple secret banned from the guild discord. That is not a joke.

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Kael wasn't caught off guard by the transition, not as such...

He just had essentially no options. He maneuvers himself as best as he can to take the shot in the same spot he took the last one, that way the metal would spread the same distance and merely coat metal with more metal, instead of spreading to cover something vital. At least if that worked, he would have access to the solvent now. He memorizes its relative position to him in case it doesn't work...luckily he'd gotten some out of the bottle before.


The last surprise of Kael's life was the revelation that the metallic coating spread across surfaces like a liquid when more of it was added - even if it already appeared to be solid. The cylindrical bolt exploded in a burst of iridescent light, a warm, burning mass of silver pouring across his chest and armors as the already existing mass spread further out, completely encompassing both his arms and enveloping the entirety of his head.

It did not even truly hurt. In fact, although he could no longer even move his arms or head whatsoever, Kael nonetheless felt fine overall.

Until his lunges started to twinge.

The sword landed on the tip of its blade on the ground behind the pavise knight, the impact and strange angle of landing causing the blade to shatter in a storm of deadly shards, peppering the back of the knight's legs. The last trace of Fortune De Worde broken and no more.

The pavise knight glanced at their own feet in confusion as the sun bled back into being once more, the ground becoming recast beneath them for the second time.

"...You waited a third day? Why? They were already-"

Fortune de Vigny's sword shattered into fragments against the ground directly behind the pavise knight. By some twist of chance, a single fragment of the blade shot nearly straight back up from the angle of impact. The pavise knight was wearing even lighter armor than the first opponent the passengers had encountered in New Nemean had been adorned in. Demonstrably just as if not even more physically resilient, but altogether providing less coverage. In particular, the pavise knight lacked any kind of gorget, which had been supplanted by the low-hanging front of the helmet's transparent visor. Which left a single strip of exposed skin just above the helmet's rear lip, obscured from sight but still technically exposed to air, with the chainmail below it ending precisely where the helmet began.

The single fragment of Fortune de Vigny's blade shot straight up into the gap between the helmet and the pavise knight's head, carving a neat and surgical tear into the back of their neck. That alone may not have proven fatal. However, the sudden burst of the remaining fragments across both of the pavise knight's knees surprised the knight, forcing him to reflexively take a single step forward and crane their head to look down, even though none of the fragments could either penetrate his chainmail, or even stagger him from their impact.

The pressure exerted by the pavise knight's indestructible helmet, with the man's final jerking motion, buried the intrusive fragment fully into the back of his neck.

"...Me too?" The pavise knight muttered as he fell, further, and all motor control abandoned him. "Why did I have to-"

He never spoke again.

The cold sun shone upon the scene - the broken allineator, the pavise knight fallen on his face, and Kael's form - arms, head, and chest wholly ensconced in metal.
@Terminal

I hope that even with the changes going on in your life that you're doing alright man. Take care of yourself.


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What changes?

There have been no changes in my actual living situation or life. My being forced to abandon The Twelve Labours and The Final Hazard was due to other events, outside the scope of this subforum but within the scope of the actual site, which preclude me from operating as a contest moderator. I am still an active roleplayer.
And that, as they say, as that.

The Iteration cannot deteriorate any further - omission at this point would be instant death. So The Final Hazard, and by extension, The Twelve Labours are now over.

May You All Live On In Song and Story.
...And the world devolved again, the sun vanishing once more just as the pavise knight fired his crossbow. Kael was left hanging in the air as gravity abandoned him and the traction afforded by having his two feet planted on the ground vanished, with little in the way of moving in time to evade the attack.

If he had been expecting the ability to transmit from one place to another to return, he was left disappointed. If he were to recall the epiphany he had discovered upon his initial exploit of the ability, he may have remembered that it was independent from the state of the world itself and tied instead to some aspect of his own being - which the Allineator had somehow altered.
"If you want this to end, return me to where I came from. Tell me how to return, give me a clue of what I was and am supposed to do! Otherwise, I'll fight against the end for as long as I'm alive. No matter how bad things get, the consequences of what could happen can't get enough worse than they are now for me to stop trying to make things better."

"What I wanted..." The pavise knight said as they leveled their crossbow yet again. "Was to use the Allineator for myself once all of you scum were dead. Now even that is denied me. I am a creature of its own nature made - even having lost everything, I will still destroy you."

The crossbow seemed to twitch-
I am sorry to have to announce that The Twelve Labours is, from here on out, canceled. This includes both the upcoming Second Labour of Series Two, as well as any continuation of The Final Hazard. For those of you watching The Final Hazard pages, know that I will finish up the first Iteration of the Final Hazard due to it having been drawing to a close in any case, but no future Iterations will take place. My deepest apologies for having wasted the time and effort of those involved in the project.

Due to issues beyond the scope of Writing Contest subforum, I am no longer a Contest Moderator and can no longer efficiently manage the contest. There are no plans to replace or continue the contest, barring whatever members of the RPG community may devise. This development was neither anticipated nor welcome, and I apologize for having disappointed the expectations of those who were expecting a continuation of The Twelve Labours.

The status of the various awards and trophies still pending from previous Labours is currently unknown. I will see if I can still have them awarded, but I am no longer in a position to make promises on that front.

May you all live on in song and story.
I am sorry to have to announce that The Twelve Labours is, from here on out, canceled. This includes both the upcoming Second Labour of Series Two, as well as any continuation of The Final Hazard. For those of you watching The Final Hazard pages, know that I will finish up the first Iteration of the Final Hazard due to it having been drawing to a close in any case, but no future Iterations will take place. My deepest apologies for having wasted your time and effort.

Due to issues beyond the scope of this subforum, I am no longer a Contest Moderator and can no longer efficiently manage the contest. There are no plans to replace or continue the contest, barring whatever any of you might devise. This development was neither anticipated nor welcome, and I apologize for having disappointed the expectations of those who were expecting a continuation of The Twelve Labours.

The status of the various awards and trophies still pending from previous Labours is currently unknown. I will see if I can still have them awarded, but I am no longer in a position to make promises on that front.

May you all live on in song and story.
I am sorry to have to announce that The Twelve Labours is, from here on out, canceled. This includes both the upcoming Second Labour of Series Two, as well as any continuation of The Final Hazard.

Due to issues beyond the scope of this subforum, I am no longer a Contest Moderator and can no longer efficiently manage or administer the contest. There are no plans to replace or continue the contest, barring whatever any of you might devise. This development was neither anticipated nor welcome, and I apologize for having disappointed the expectations of those who were expecting a continuation of The Twelve Labours.

The status of the various awards and trophies still pending from previous Labours is currently unknown. I will see if I can still have them awarded, but I am no longer in a position to make promises on that front.

May you all live on in song and story.
"Responsibility, sure. Avoidable consequences, no."

The world shifted again.

"Nothing is late if intentionally so." The pavise knight intoned as he reloaded his crossbow. The sun, casting its cold light, reappeared in the darkness above. Kael's shadow was cast a cobblestone path that bled from nothingness like colored ink behind him - and gravity, or at least a semblance of it, return. The archer's feet once more fell firmly planted to the ground, and the sprayed solvent he had been about to drift through hung in the air above him. Most alarmingly, the bag containing the remaining solvent continued to drift upwards out of Kael's reach, coated wholly in metal.

"There was only one choice you made that mattered, you degenerates." The pavise knight muttered as he leveled his crossbow at Kael yet again. "End this. If you carry on, they will continue to draw back. The veil of your world shall return and you will be undone. One way or another."
"A game? Toying with people's lives? How about ours? I didn't choose to come here, I didn't want to make enemies, but when you try to kill me, what do you expect to happen but us responding in kind? Don't you understand the concept of cause and effect?"

As Kael fumbled within the bag to retrieve the solvent, he realized a crucial complication: His arms no longer had the range of motion to apply the solvent anywhere. He could probably just manage to point some of it back at himself if he held each can just-so, but the process of ridding himself of the metal was not going to be a quick one.

The pavise knight finally turned to look directly at Kael.

"Cowards." He said flatly. He raised his crossbow and pavise once more, the former peeking over the edge of the latter - shielding himself from the possibility of Kael throwing anything from the bag or his person. "Take responsibility for your choices."

There was a metallic twang as the next crossbow bolt was fired dead at Kael.
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