A forest that was not there yesterday

[unprophesied_of_ages]

The Lord Ruler is in his palace, when he sees a sight he hasn't seen in centuries. Trees, sunlight...is he hallucinating? The fact that there's a forest in his living room isn't the surprising part. The fact that there's a forest on his planet is. As soon as he walks through the door to where his living room isn't, it's definitely not a hallucination.

His stores of Allomantic metals abruptly disappear. They're still physically there, but the power is completely gone. He immediately turns to go back, only to see more forest.

At least his Feruchemy still works—he can tell because he's still alive—but that won't last him forever. He only has so much stored youth, and without both sets of abilities he can't replenish it. He hasn't been in so much danger since the beheading that one time. Returning to Scadrial is the highest and currently only priority. If spontaneous forests are a thing, he needs to find someone who can explain them and more importantly how to get back.

The next few hours are spent walking in an essentially randomly chosen direction, with the sun to his right. He's quite certain that suns are supposed to be moving across the sky, but that's not a pressing emergency. He already knew he wasn't on his own planet when he saw proper trees and plants instead of ash-covered monstrosities. Whenever he calls out, nobody responds. If it's an empty spontaneous forest, he's probably doomed.

After some time, he hears his stomach growl. He hasn't seen much that looks edible, but possibly that's just because he's not used to real plants. Berries. Berries used to exist. Those berries look tasty, and if they're poisonous it's not like he needs to worry about it. As always, he has a truly ridiculous amount of stored health in his gold jewelry. Tapping gold just in case, he eats a handful.

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[unprophesied_of_ages]

Alendi feels his body disappear and his mind expand. He sees all of the planet, and decides (against the intent of the Shard, while he still can) that it isn't worth saving. Instead, he grabs onto the few things that look useful—notably including any atium that's solid but has not been mined; sorcerers still haven't been able to duplicate that—and rushes it through his second gate. He tells Ruin, "Pits of Hathsin. Have fun," and follows into Fairyland.

Once on the other side, he starts recreating some of the things he missed from classical Scadrial. Everything from buildings to fruits and animals. (Especially the fluffy ones. Tell no one.) He also takes the trouble to replace every plant within his large but interestingly finite perception with an identical one. May as well collect an enormous number of vassals.

A fairy—he recognizes Arcane—seems to be angrily sorcering at the gate. He really shouldn't have been able to figure out what was going on. So Alendi turns him into a frog and drops him off several miles underground beneath a completely different city.

Then he lets go of the Shard. He leaves the power in a familiar glowing pool beneath a (new) hidden tunnel in his (new) capital, and leaves himself with some beads of lerasium on the off chance he wants them later. His sorcerer closes the gate at his order.


Meanwhile, Ruin leaves its prison. The room has gone dark when the pool disappeared, and now the walls and ceiling are audibly falling apart. It rushes off to the Pits of Hathsin, and finds a darker metallic pool full of most of its power. Finally, it can begin destroying.

[imeanforever]

Promise flings her hands over her head. This is not good for her hands, but it keeps her conscious until there's enough of a gap in the wall to slip through. She needs to get into open air or she won't be able to command Ruin when it finds that it can't destroy her. She knows the place, if at a bit of a remove and in a less collapsing state. Out she goes. She's allowed to fly, so she flies.

[unprophesied_of_ages]

Things continue to collapse. At first in a quickly-moving straight line, following Ruin's position, then earthshakingly.

She hears a voice coming from all of the air around her, Why can't I destroy you?

[imeanforever]

She was told to be quiet, not silent. Alendi didn't blink when she produced footsteps and breaths and heartbeats. She can murmur. Right?

"Hold," she whispers. Queen's phrasing, not Thorn's, not Alendi's. Work. Work work work work work -

[nemoconsequentiae]

It works. The world goes quiet, except for the last few crashes. The voice doesn't say anything.

[imeanforever]

She has to get this absolutely right. She cannot misphrase, cannot get things in the wrong order. She should probably assume that Ruin has all the powers of this world and just for safety's sake also Fairyland.

She lands on the still ground.

"Listen to me," she says. "You may, truthfully and completely and without attempt to deceive me or drown out my voice or distract me from tasks, and without via any mental circumlocution permitting these things to happen as a side effect, answer my questions. Are there any other people left alive in this world?"

[nemoconsequentiae]

The voice crashes again. Two. The other two were...difficult to destroy. I actually had to expend effort.

[imeanforever]

"What do the living two look like?"

[nemoconsequentiae]

Like you, tiny being. One with white spots on its blue wings, and the other excruciatingly yellow.

[imeanforever]

So Thorn and Nighteyes are gone (oh poor Nighteyes, Nighteyes was nice). Yellow and Spellwhip are all right. Well, maybe harmed, but alive, recoverable. "Where are they?"

[nemoconsequentiae]

One is four thousand miles that way—the wind rustles in an identifiable direction—and the other is two in that one. I can take you to them.

[imeanforever]

"How would you do that?"

[nemoconsequentiae]

Pick you up and carry you, with as much acceleration as your body can stand, pushing the air out of the way ahead of you.

[imeanforever]

She doesn't think Yellow's smart enough to figure out "Ati", but Spellwhip might be. And she should figure out in the general case - "Can you avoid hearing voices which are not mine, and avoid looking at text I am not writing?"

[nemoconsequentiae]

Yes.

[imeanforever]

She should be very, very paranoid about the god of destruction. "How would you do that?"

[nemoconsequentiae]

By preference, by destroying all others except you.

[imeanforever]

"Coooould you do it in some other way that leaves them alive?"

[nemoconsequentiae]

Yes.

[imeanforever]

"Such as?"

[nemoconsequentiae]

Destroying the organs they use to speak, and rendering them similarly unable to write.
Failing that, I could scramble the vibrations coming out of their mouths to hear no words and erase any markings as they write them.

[imeanforever]

She is clearly going to have to make up her own methodology when what she wants is not the literal destruction of something. Or apparently being picked up and transported rapidly; it did come up with that of its own accord. Probably just because it can't hurt her.

"Can you go selectively deaf, instead, so that you can hear me, and I can hear them, but you can't hear them?"

[nemoconsequentiae]

It picked that methodology because it likes sonic booms.

Yes.

[imeanforever]

She should be very paranoid about the god of destruction.

"Would this have any side effects?"

[nemoconsequentiae]

It would increase this universe's total entropy.