The following has been sent out to all Theatre of Shadows registrants...
My friends,
Many of you have spotted the facebook incursion on Sunday from escaped fugitive Silas Nadir. He’s taunting us. We need your help now more than ever.
The first clue to Nadir's location arrived late last night and we set our three top code-breakers to solve the puzzle.
This morning, they were each found dead in their homes. On the wall beside each body was scrawled "Silas 3, Sanctuary 0."
And so we must call upon you.
Time is of the essence. Before they were killed, our code-breakers worked out that the clues seem to point to an unusual sequence of numbers. They managed to fill in not one space before Nadir found them: ? ? . ? ?, leaving us four spaces to fill for now.
Remember Nadir's promised us three clues: so to throw him and his accomplices off the scent, the next clue will be sent out to all those registered to Theatre of Shadows. If you haven't already – be sure to sign up for free as a matter of urgency. Operatives in the US, Norway and Sweden we know that registration is an impossibility for you right now: rest assured we will need you for the third clue. You are crucial too.
Here’s the first clue:
1. Take the number of letters in my magical discipline (here's a hint, idiots — it's a two-worded ability), then multiply that by the age of the Jitter Girls. Add to this the number of rooms in the Midnight Hotel and then subtract the age of a sorcerer named Petrichor. With me so far? Keeping up? Now put in a decimal point (do you know what that is?), then the amount of damns I give about any one of you, and follow this with the maximum number of Dead Men there is at any one time. Now subtract the number of babies stolen by the goblin brothers. Whatever their names are. Ugly little critters, the lot of them. Not as ugly as the babies, though.
And that's all he's given us to fill in ? ? . ? ?. The Sanctuary’s resources are stretched so terribly thin… please help us find Nadir before he can kill again.
And be wary. He found our first code-breakers. He could find any of you, too.
Yours in magic,
Grand Mage Erskine Ravel
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Omg so near the top!!! Howya there?! Ohhh humans shall see this!!!:D
Hello all,
Does anybody know if there are plans for U.S. publication of Skulduggery Pleasant? I've had to order from overseas and shipping has been exorbitant! Hopefully U.S. publishers will pick up his future works!
My first comment ever was first. :D
I have succeeded in life.
I feel so superior right now because my comment is so near the top :3 everyone shall feel my presence
"Yours in magic," F O R C E D L A U G H T E R
...Ack, all my teamwork is being done via private messages with a friend because I'm scared of other people...
What do you do with the code?
I still keep thinking 'how dare you E-mail me you *£%$&)&%' whenever I see Ravel's name in an e-mail...
Oh my...seems like I have to re-read all of the books again to solve this riddle!
Seriously, SP is one of my favorite book series and it depresses me that I don't know anything. :')
So where do we post our answer? Or do we post our answer at all?
am i the only one who doesnt trust erskine anymore
(*High fives el*)
*Adra shivers against him, clutching at him* *Cries softly*
Silente, have you calmed down, bach?
Silente, have you calmed down, bach?
(It's my question is that how it's essentially just a simple maths problem. With sanctuary resources, any code breaker could do it.
Yet they were killed before not being able to get a single number.
Which means either a) They're totally incompetent code breakers, or b) Nadir killed essentially as soon as they received the maths problem.
Also I'm wondering why he would leave clues to his whereabouts in the first place. He's a serial killer. Why would he want people to know where he is?)
(Could it be s coordinate?)
Trying to find Amelia Petrichor, which book is she in?
(Im not sure, but surely it is correct? seeing as how a few of us got to that answer?)
*shushes her gently, stroking her hair* It's alright, love. We're going to be alright. *gently pulls her closer, entering her mind to seek out why she's upset and soothe her*
*is still sobbing*
*traces the line of the knife over her heart in its sheath*
*its the first one Viv made her*
*yanks it free from its sheath and breaks the blade in two, crushing the hilt*
Hmm I'm a bit confused by the wording but I got either 36.07 or 39.04? What do you guys think?
*falls over*
(A few of us got 36.07)
(no he doesn't Viv)
(Thanks)
*slowly opens his eyes*
What the!?
*-Blake has gone very quiet...-*
*starts doing the same to all her other daggers*
*pulling them from their sheaths and breaking them apart*
Elleni! I...wait ....were we...kissing?
SIlente, there is no need to do that (soz I have to go now)
*She's still processing what happened in Hell- and that she thought he was dead* *Closes her eyes*
(ok I got a very different answer than many others then 12.07 with Dimensional Shunter and 18.07 with Dimensional Shunting, time to redo maths)
Erica!
*eyes grow wide*
Where's Sil!?
(Bye Flick!)
*continues doing this*
*shrieks*
*rips the knives apart not caring if them hurt her, if anything preferring the pain*
*starts intentionally ripping them apart in a way the will hurt her*
*isn't sure whether that means she assumes he was never dead to begin with or not* *starts to filter through her memories of Hell for her, as he had the last time*
Yeah I think the wording is a big problem, people are elevating whether petrichor is 31 or 93and which word we should be using to describe silas nadirs ability
Has anyone tried putting 36.07 in a Google map of Dublin??
I know most of Dublin and if it is a co-ordinate, that would really help.
*can't stand to stay still*
*runs from the house*
*runs straight ahead, into the forest*
*keeps running, as fast as she can*
*Adra begins to slow in her shivering, relaxing*
*continues to work through her memories, till he's sorted all of them* Adra... Can we promise each other that if one of us dies, the other will stay alive, so we can bring each other back?
36.07
42.07
so coordinates are the theory. I landed in algeria with 36° 0' 0",+7° 0' 0"
and directly south of Monaco with
42° 0' 0",+7° 0' 0"
*Adra struggles to move, just hearing him say that tear her in half* *Nods barely*
(It could be a percentage...
Or how much he spent at the grocery store.)
and ethiopa with swapping them around
(@El I think Viv's iPod may be playing up...)
(I think you all are definitely reading too much into the coordinate thing.)
I think I've already solved it. Though not sure about the age of Petrichor being right
(agreed Elleni)
(Oh look. You lot have it too. And I definitely got Petrichor's age wrong. Huh. )
(James is in a coma. May as well lower him on your list...)
(@El I'm sending Sil your way, is that okay?)
(So... Tired... Sleep was bad idea...)
(And I just had an Idea... btw, could someone tell me what age they found for Petrichor please. I want to know if I got it right. )
(Good. She's my fav character and I'd rather her not go the other way.)
*keeps running*
*runs straight into a tree ans accidently topples it, wincing at the loud and very obvious BOOM it makes*
*steps back, hugging herself, getting blood on her shirt*
*her leg feels like its going to fall off and has started bleeding again*
*breathes out, pulling her into a hug* I'm sorry, my love, I just couldn't stand- ... Did you know that my Hell, now, consists only of losing you, repeatedly, in every way imaginable? I just... I don't want to put you through this again- it was bad enough the first time...
I hate my fucking country at the best of times...
What's wrong Em?
*stands with her back to El, furiously, almost obsessively, clawing at her arms, needing a different pain to the one in her heart*
*each time her nails dig in deeper, harder, but still it doesn't help*
*the ground around her feet is bloodied*
(*snorts* I definitely got the age wrong. )
*pauses*
*she only just realises El was here*
*turns, not bothering to hide the torn flesh of her arms, or the blood crusted fingers, or the broken finger with the lack of Viv's ring*
What?
*Adra nods in understanding, and buries her head in his shoulder*
Just saw a video of a group of pricks who robbed a family car, rallied it around an estate, nearly hitting a good few gobshites who were STANDING AND WATCHING THEM, hitting lamp posts and then later on burned the car.
They are talking about it on the radio and these scum bags are saying they have 'nothing to do'. These 22 and 23 year olds who have nothing better to do but be let dragged up.
And then the one of the Finglas roads are closed because there are 2 traveller families feuding, so there is a whole national road closed with tons of cop cars, fire trucks, ambulance, helicopters over 2 families that could injure themselves and everyone else in between.
It's no wonder the scum bags are rallying the car because they are all trying to stop the 2 families.
I hate this fucking country...
*frowns, confuses a moment*
Erica...
*connects the dots*
IDIOT!
*turns and smashes her fist against a tree, snapping most of the bones in it*
*starts clawing at her head*
IDIOT STUPID MORON IMBECILE!
That sucks, Em. Australia ain't like that... You should come live here with me!
*looks at El, wincing as El touches the ruined flesh*
Sorry! I am so sorry! I'm an idiot! I didn't mean any of it! Clearly I just can't do ANYTHING right! But I'm so sorry!
*strokes her hair, trying not to smear blood over her back from his arm* I love you, Adra...
*She moves her head so that it's laying over his heart, and she listens to the beat of it, and with it, she fully relaxes against him*
*shakes her head and stops El's wrapping*
Don't.
*hugs El tightly*
*whispers quietly*
I am so sorry. I'm a sh*t friend.
I'm not. I'm a terrible friend. It's a wonder you lot put up with me.
*looks away*
I meant everything i said, about why anyone would chose me over you. Still do.
Viv is a dufus. And a bad judge of character.
And Vic didn't know you were an option.
**Viv
I very much doubt that.
*kisses her hair, and tries not to think about her laying over him, dead* *curls his fingers in her hair, trying to focus on her even breaths, her heartbeat, and the warmth of her against him*
*Turns her head gently, and kisses his skin, then moves her head to his collarbone, kissing him again*
*stares* Now Derek, I'm not that mathmatical. -Zaf
Haha đŸ˜† lol
*carefully pulls her closer, kissing her hair again* I think it's been too long since I told you how remarkably beautiful you are. And brilliant, at that.
*Smiles faintly, and moves to his neck, kissing him again, her fingers digging into his shoulders*
(I'll be on in 20minues, okay?)
You know, if it is coordinates, than each clue will be a part of each coordinate. first clue X, second Y, third Z. just a thought
not here
You know, love, I'm beginning to wonder whether you had an ulterior motive in pulling my shirt off.
*Looks mildly offended, then shakes her head* *Butes him gently*
*bites
Damn
(*sits here awkwardly wondering how this is 10 minutes...*)
*smiles slightly* I do hope you know I meant that jokingly. *pauses, considering* I haven't asked you yet if there's anything I can do or get for you. Is there?
(oh thank the lord!)
*smiles at El*
I am really sorry though...I should have know better.
*Shakes her head, and bites harder into him, then kisses the blood away*
*sighs*
You really don't have to. They're fine.
*they're not*
And its a waste of resources...
*grumbles to herself, wincing a lot*
*looks at the leg Flick bit*
*shrugs and yelps when that pulls on the exposed tendons*
*takes a slow breath, trailing his fingers lightly over her spine*
*doesn't hold still cause shes annoying like that*
*moves her arms, wanting to look at the wrapping, and hisses in pain*
(BAD ZAFFY! XD)
HOLY SHIT THERE ACTUALLY WAS A BOMB?! IS EVERYONE OKAY?-Zaf
What? I wanna look.
*moves her arms closer, gasping at the pain ripping through her muscles*
*stares*
Hmm. You're gettin good at this.
*Shivers lightly- again, since she was in a hurry, she didn't have a chance to pick the best clothes- and she grabbed only the dress that she had* *Kisses his jaw and up to his ear, nibbling at it*
Zaf... Your prayers have been answered...
Is everyone okay??)
Omg....-Zaf
Oh gosh. XD XD
*gets back up*
I never rest! I-
*makes a big arm gesture, as she does when talking, and cries out*
I need my pain killing leaves...that's all...
*pulls away slightly, moving his hand to curl around the back of her neck, and kissing her gently*
(The irony of this is astounding.)
*Leans her head back, deepening the kiss* *Wraps her arms around him, laying back*
My muscles never heal. They just...you know...deal with it.
*smiles*
Now. Leaves..
*thinks for a moment*
Where did i leave my travel sowing kit...
*winces and grits her teeth, patting down her pockets*
(Zaf, shall we continue later...?)
*rolls over her, kissing her mouth, then her nose, then her forehead* Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you? You don't want water, or food, or anything else?
*eventually finds what she wants*
Ah ARGH
*glares at her arm for making an extravagant gesture*
*opens them travel sowing kit*
Needle. Needle. Needle. Dagger. Blood. Dagger. Thread. Pin...aha! Leaves.
*grabs them and almost screams when her arm bashes the kit*
*holds the packet of leaves carefully, putting the kit away*
(@El saying that only encourages Sil to act 12)
Nope! Don't like hospitals. I'm my own hospital.
*opens the packet, keeping the wince off her face just to prove her point*
*gently takes one and pops it in her mouth, chewing*
*puts the leaves in a different pockets and grins*
See. All better.
*waves her arms to prove a point*
*Shakes her head, and wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him closer against him, lifting her hips to press against his*
((Well, we do tend to change with time. I don't speak in Renaissance-age language, nor does anyone else in the series who's 500 years old. Habits, perspectives, and vernacular are not solely dependent on age.))
(I think sorcerers do mature with their bodies. Just look at Tanith... :D)
*nods*
*is rather glad this cloth isn't showing the fact that its full of blood on both arm*
Exactly.
(Bye El! G'night!)
(I SHOULD go to sleep. However what I should do and what I ACTUALLY do are usually complete opposites.)
I have no idea what's going on in the comments section here. Some of you need professional help.
*presses back against her, kissing her again*
Indeed we do RacergirlElle! Pretty much ALL of us probably do!
*Adra carefully wraps her arms around his hips, and drags her fingernails down his arms*
But RacergirlElle, you must instand. We embraced our inner lunatic. Now we have fun times.
Starting to think El had a point about sleep...
Yep she did.
GNIGHT GUYS!
SLEEP TIGHT
DON'T LET THE CANNIBALS BITE
Actually do. Because that means you taste good. And that's a compliment.
Let me start over.
GNIGHT
SLEEP TIGHT
LET THE CANNIBALS BITE
AFTER ALL THEY NEED FOOD TOO!
*Pans to the drapes...*
-
*A while later, Adra is curled under the covers*
*lays beside her, his fingers tangled loosely in her hair and one hand draped over her waist* * tenses, pulling her closer in his sleep*
(18 x 6) + 24 - 93 - 3 + .07 = 36.07
*Shushes him gently, and runs her fingers over his side, offering her presence to him*
DAMMIT! I have no access to the books!
Although... the wiki is always available.
(insert evil laugh)
*twitches, and then starts awake, sending a bolt of electricity at the wall behind him and blowing a few lights as a result*
*Shrieks, and jumps back, and falls from the bed- more than surprised*
*his eyes widen as he frantically moves to catch her with air, leaving her back on the bed and pulling her against him* I'm sorry, love... Are you alright?
*She nods, and hitches one of her legs around his hip* *Pulls him closer to him, almost protectively*
*audibly sighs with relief, burying his face in her hair* Apologies...
*Runs her fingers through his hair* *Kisses his forehead*
*kisses her lightly, taking a deep breath* What have I ever done to make you care so much? *lets the question hang in the air a moment, musing*
How are you, my love?
*Technically, she cared for him before he was even kind to her* *She thinks for a moment, then shrugs*
((Hey Alice, for your author: Did she get the title of the MC chapter: Something Sweet As Pain, from The Avengers?-Zaf))
I think they're asleep.
I believe so, ah well.-Zaf
Yeah..
Well I'm hereish, watching The Avengers with my nephew.-Zaf
Alright...
(Yo.)
Evening..
(How are you Adra?)
Exhausted, and in a bit of a depressed mood. Though, I do await my dance team practice tomorrow..
...
Anyway. I should go.
(Sorry... Class started.
*Huggles Adra*
I'm sorry that you feel that way. But yay for dance!
Bye...)
so... we were writing a story in english about someone pulling a prank on a sibling and the prank had to go wrong. and i maybe kinda... well, you read it: http://lonleysnow.blogspot.com.au/2014/07/a-story-we-had-to-write-in-english.html
ERMAHGERD :D
I SOLVED IT
YEAH
:D
*not really a big achievement but shush, I'm happy xD*
If anybody's on, what happened in the three days I was gone?
Hi!
*hugs*
Emerald!!!
*noms on head*
D'Arvit. D:
(Uh, hey Phoe!
*Still hasn't had time to solve it*
*Shrugs at the question*
I know what's happened with my characters...
One Rose is with Lorcan and his girlfriend, the other is with Loki on Asgard... On the date...
*Will never get used to saying that*
*Is still feeling odd about it*)
Amy! *pushes Amy off*
I dedicate this page to the place I went to for three days, it was amazing! I may/may not ramble about it later. And to the fact that my age is unknown on here... *evil laugh*
Hehe. Sorry :)
And I also dedicate to me saying:
YO PEEPS IF YOU READ THIS CALL ME EITHER PHOE, FAY, OR SOME OTHER VARIATION OF THE AFOREMENTIONED NAMES, DAWG
(guys, you have no idea how hard it is to force myself to type the words lol, YOLO, dawg, peeps, and... *shudders* Yo.)
And hi, Death!
It's fine, Amy. *snaps fingers* *a goat suddenly appears, falling at a high speed out of the sky towards Amy*
Oh! *stares at goat*
Goat: *looks confused and falls onto Amy's face gently*
(I shall always call you Phoe. There is already someone I call Em or Emerald, and there used to be someone called Flame Phoenix. I refuse to call someone something that I call someone else.
Like my Maddi friends.
One I call Texas. The other I call Mad.)
*catches goat in arms*
Aww! *hugs it*
(;~; I'm stuck on the clue... Can you help me?)
Thanks, Death. :)
(which one, Amy?)
*smiles at goat* *snaps fingers and a llama trots up to Amy and starts licking her face*
(Who's Petrichor?)
Llama! *drops the goat and hugs the llama*
(Wasn't she in LSODM somewhere?
Sorry, I'm useless at remembering things. xD I just looked on the wiki page because I lent my books to a friend. :P)
(Oh! Found it! Yay! Thanks!)
Goat: *stares at Amy balefully* *a violin starts to play, lone and sad and the goat stands there, alone in this wide wounded world as darkness and rain starts to fall, just gazing at Amy and the llama*
(I don't even know...)
*stares at goat*
*hugs both the goat and llama*
*pats them on the head*
I have to go now :( Bye! Might return later!
Bye, Amy!
*the llama and goat follow her like the little furry stalkers they are*
I might be distant... And possibly poof... Soz.
I can't find anything on this Petrichor guy...
WHOOO ADVANCED ENGLISH
To those who are wondering WHY Nadir is taunting us, I shall quote a dear friend of mine.
"What kind of a killer leaves clues?"
"That's the problem with genius. It needs an audience."
I, too, have solved the riddle, but as those above have already provided the answer, I shan't repeat it.
heyyy... guuuyyysss.... do you have any writing challenges you want me/my class to do? because we can suggest some and i can see your evil minds loving that.
Write an assignment about the true fears of a character, in a realm locked inside their fears.-Zaf
45.04
And who's to say it has already been solved? Until there is official confirmation, of which I am yet to see, I'm not too sure if it's over yet.
(That is cool, Zaf! 0.0))
*glares at Nadir* A 16 year old, an 8 year old plus the parents of said 16 year old are all stumped. You know, I really hate serial killers, why do you think I'm America's Grand Mage? -Zaf
Thanks, Rose! Loki wants to know if his little Midgardian is here to continue, or would you like to wait until my morning time?-Zaf
I know, Zaf. Who even is this Petrichor guy?!
His Midgardian...? I'm in class not doing anything for the next 45 minutes. So I'm good to continue. Hi Loki, by the way!)
( Death x Loki OTP )
We all sat there, I combed through every damned book. I got the numbers but that guy my nephew goes: Is Silas stupid?
-Zaf
(Snow...
*Laughs and raises an eyebrow**
Seriously man?)
((I shall stay up if I vanish I fell asleep xD-Zaf))
*stands by Heimdall, waiting* Midgardians....*laughs*
(Tell your nephew that an Aussie thinks he's awesome!)
(Okay Zaf! XD)
*She looked at Loki, a sceptical look on her face as she walked up to Loki*
That wasn't fair. Heimdall, do you think that was fair? Because I don't. That was mean. You were supposed to run. Like, with your legs, not with whatever magic-y thing you just used.
*She pouted and looked away*
You're a meanie.
((Did you just...ship...me with Rose?!))
(I know...
*May or may not be dying of embarrassment in the middle of Outdoor Education*
Snow...)
Heimdall: Loki is one for tricks, I do not find that to be surprising.
*smirks* Shall I take you home, Rose? If I am so mean, I guess I cannot let you stay with me.
( :D <3 feel the love man )
*She rolled her eyes and looked at Heimdall*
I think I ought to teach him to play nice...
*She raised an eyebrow at Loki*
You'd miss me too much. And I'd miss the rainbow bridge too much. We both know that that ain't happening. So... You're not going to be naughty, okay? Or else...
((I cannot fall for a Midgardian, I am engaged, that also would be extremely stupid of me.))
(Snow. Smiling in class is bad. It means that I'm not doing my work. And I'm grinning...))
(And that would just be weird. Loki would look about a year older when I die from old age. He doesn't even age! And like he'd fall for me... Ha!)
Heimdall: Loki, play nice, you do know Midgardians are good at beating you up.
I hardly count that as beating, Hulk-
Heimdall: Smashed you around. I saw, and I was certain it hurt.
*mutters something, grabs Rose, and vanishes and appears in his room*
((Rose, he likes you.-Zanida))
*She bit her lip, holding back her laughter. She had heard of the Hulk incident*
Puny God...
*She yelped when she wasn't next to Hiemdall anymore. She turned around quickly before realising she was back in his room. Her head whirled, trying to process jumping from one place to another so quickly. She stared at Loki, not really looking at him, just waiting for her head to return to normal*
(( Shhhhh. OTP 4eva )
*Heimdall
(Wait. What?
*Bites her lip to stop grinning in class*
*Doesn't work*
*Covers her mouth with her hand instead*
I don't really know what to say...)
(the ship name.... Doki )
We really are in my room. I can vanish and appear anywhere I want on a realm, my powers are stronger now.
((He really does, and Astrid said she'd wait for him another hundred years or so.-Zanida))
OH GOD
WELL HI
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