Thaidakar the Ghostblood

Thaidakar is, but Mythos, Spook, The Voice, the other Shadows, Nowhere, Impossible, No-one, etc. aren't dying yet.

only 250? I've been on for, what, almost a thousand at this point lol? If you're old, then I'm positively ancient.

THE THREE FINGERS IS BUGGING ME - @SmilingPanda19

Hmmm... what part of Mars?

Thaidakar laughed, "I can easily be destroyed? Look at the times I've died and come back. I'm a Narrator... I'm Thaidakar Von Kelsier. I might not be able to kill you, but you won't be able to kill me! At least for a time..." He roared like a lion, sweeping his blades beside him, launching all the Desolations with several layers of Plot Weaving and Narration away from him. It was long enough for him to stab the Narration blades into the ground with a thunk. Thaidakar smiled as power swept across the wide area, using almost undetectable Narration. More Narration burst visibly, ripping through other Desolations first so they would absorb it, letting the rest come to them. As the second wave hit, the Desolations began to lose focus as characters, their arcs becoming frayed and meaningless. Every bit of their character was more and more horribly Narrated until they were written off and scrapped to make way for better characters. The Narrator had never touched a Plotblade... perhaps he never would. And, yet, Thaidakar's abilities somehow seemed similar to how one would be while holding one of those powerful weapons. Inside, Thaidakar thought he knew why. His Author had made a character touch a Plotblade. And, with the way Thaidakar had invested himself in his son, they were essentially one in spirit. So, therefore, Thaidakar could access its abilities even though he was not currently holding the blade. However, this theory was wrong, as Thaidakar would discover in the afterlife after a time. Thaidakar was channeling the power of Plot directly. When Plot had died, his sword had been split with aspects of him, but there was one little itty bit that had attached itself to the person who had exemplified that the most in the thread. Parenthood. Thaidakar wasn't a good father all in all, but he had tried to get his sons the best in life. And that's what it meant to be a parent, after all. Thaidakar slammed his blades forward, killing Desolation after Desolation. And, yet, he felt wearier and wearier. His time was soon, whether by Platypus's hand or by Desolation's, Thaidakar Von Kelsier would be no more. He grabbed a Desolation by the throat, making them feel as if they'd done something horribly wrong and were being cornered by someone who was going to punish them. Making them feel small. He took advantage of that feeling, making them physically small and tossing them away from him. Immediately he injected in them with Narration that they were puffed up and proud of what they were doing, feeling bigger than those around him. Thaidakar used that to make him as big as an air plane which caused him to crash into hundreds of Desolations, crushing them on impact. Thaidakar screamed, blades licking his arms as he killed every Desolation with every weapon in his arsenal that came near him. He couldn't keep up forever, but he would certainly try to. I would agree... except that my original reasoning for why if Desolation stabbed Thaidakar in his weakened state with a Mordite blade, certain things would happen because the fact that the Voice was talking to Desolation in specific. Though, I could jurry rig something to work with that... It can work with whichever, as long as he's stabbed with Mordite.

Thaidakar grunted in response to what Platypus said. That was all he had time for, after all. What happened next would go down in the history of Thaidakar's author as one of the greatest finales he'd ever written. Thaidakar flipped through the air, complex Narrations that fed more Narration to Desolation, thus preventing him from getting to the shield. Thaidakar landed behind a large group of Desolations, slamming a wave of enhanced Plot Weaving into them, sending them flying to different parts in their individual character arcs. As Plot Weaving was not Narration and could not be used by most, it most likely was not absorbed, at least not immediately. Thaidakar rushed forward, moving like a hurricane of destruction, sweat and blood flying from his body as he fought like nothing before, dispatching one Desolation after another, meeting blades with his own. He slashed armor and more off of the Inkling copies, slamming his blade into their flesh, sizzling as the exposed skin like stuff met the Narration Blades, hot because of use. The Narrator fought as if it was a dance, bringing death down upon his enemies. This was what he was good at, this was how he did things and this was how he wanted to be remembered. He, Thaidakar Von Kelsier, was a warrior of immeasurable skills because the world had forced him to be. He never wanted anyone ever again to be forced to become a creature like himself. And that was what he fought for. Even as exhaustion and weariness attacked him from Platypus attempting to kill him, he continued to fight, adrenaline flooding his veins. He laughed as power rippled around him, ripping more of the Desolations apart. "I AM THAIDAKAR VON KELSIER!" Thaidakar slammed one blade into a Desolation's neck, Narrating defenses all around, feeding more into the Desolations to stop them from taking the core shielding, "I am Feanor, the Creator Of Gems! I've created the sparkling caves beneath Kalithor!" Feanor and Thaidakar spread ruin and carnage as they went, doing what they did best. This was his legacy, Thaidakar decided, the fallen bodies of those who would destroy the core of TLT. "I am the Herald Of The Apocalyptic Return! I have attempted do stop it! Let that be my legacy upon the thread! "You will fight for your horrid cause, Desolation! But you will never succeed as long as there are still Authors, Narrators, Avatars and Characters still breathing! And, thus, he resumed, continuing his glorious final work upon TLT.

*grins* there would be a lot to write if you wanted to tell Thaidakar's story, but it's highly dependent on several other characters. To tell Thaidakar's story you need like five other protagonists.

Speaks into microphone: "Lads, I'm going to reinforcements. Officer Thesaurus out!' Starts moving in with verb gun held at the ready.

Desolation's movements slowed as the blade approached Thaidakar. The tip tapped Thaidakar's neck, drawing a brightly colored drop of blood. Thaidakar chuckled, walking around to Desolation's side, "A complex mixture of Narration, Plot Weaving and Arc-Correction was what took to make that happen." Desolation wasn't frozen exactly, just moving slower than a snail. "I won't ever be able to make that again, it would take too long. I'm glad that I was able to use it now, however." He ignored the beads of sweat showering his body suddenly. The Narrator turned to Platypus and said softly, "Keep trying to kill me, Platypus, I'll hold off Desolation until you can accomplish this." As he grew sweatier, Desolation began to return to his normal speed. Thaidakar summoned two Narration blades, one shining blue with darkness rippling inside of it, the other red and purple with dull sparks erupting off of it with every movement. One belonged to Thaidakar, the other had belonged to someone he'd loved dearly. "Zara, guide me." Thaidakar readied plot weavings and Narration, aligning one sword with his nose and the other behind him. Excitement and adrenaline climbed up his spine, readying him for the fight. This was to be the final fight, then. Time to show TLT who I really am, I suppose... Despite himself he felt a tear fall from his eye. This was the last time he could see any of them, the last time he would fight. Hopefully, he would be able to rest knowing that he wasn't the villain of the story. No matter what he was remembered as, he knew he would never get to see his legacy. That was up to everyone else to decide it for him. This was it... Oddly, Thaidakar felt ready. He'd lived a long life on TLT, he'd fought many battles, did what he thought was right at all of those times, and had followed his heart. It was time to do that one last time. And, with that, Desolation was released from the slowing of time. Thaidakar pointed his own Narration blade at Desolation and said, "My name is Thaidakar Von Kelsier, your master killed my wife, prepare to die!" Feeling grim satisfaction in the quote from his favorite movie, he began unleashing a torrent of Narration, Plot Weaving and swordplay. Ahhh... I'm going to be crying once we arrive at the end of Thaidakar, aren't I?

I'll respond once I'm finished with Biology in a few minutes. I will warn you, if Desolation strikes Thaidakar, I will have a maaaassive post to write down so it'll take about half an hour to an hour when that happens.

don't worry about it, Aeoryi, it will all work out even if Platypus gets involved. I know how to guide the story so that it works out, despite what may occur. It's not as if editing isn't a thing and convincing argument can't be constructed.

Or maybe Thaidakar will tell Platypus to not interfere or it will all go wrong. Either that or he'll tell Platypus to focus on trying to kill him and that thaidakar will hold Desolation off until Platypus can. Thaidakar won't be able to hold him off because of some things that you'll see represented in full detail.

ahhhhh, but you forget the voice and the fact that Thaidakar is tired from what Platypus was doing to him, as is Platypus tired form that too.

please wait. I have to finish biology first, then I'll type a response. Thaidakar won't just let Desolation stab him, there will be some epic stuff here.

You can write that post now, I'll just write this Thaidakar breathed heavily as he unraveled. But... it gathered once more, his Narration holding up. He looked back at Platypus and said hoarsely, "Try again."

I don't want Thaidakar to die because of certain things. It would've been awesome if he did... but they can't stop the Return. both, it seems. Les give Aeo time to respond. Then, once they do, I will have a very, very, very large post to write that will explain a lot.

are you aware that you posted this twice?

"There is the way that I used to kill the Brave Adventurer. What you need to do, my friend, is use Narration to rip me willingly from Author's grasp and isolate me from all touch. It will take intense concentration and intent. The intent in specific is key. However," Thaidakar said, "you need to not feel any regret whatsoever when you do it. You must want to do this to accomplish this task. It is the only way we can stop the Return."

Ahhh... wish I could, but I don't got a proper way to do it without being super confusing.

Thaidakar raised an eyebrow, turning away from his desk, "And so he has the Mordite... Do you know how to kill a Narrator permanently without Mordite, Platypus?"

"Yeah, gancho," said Wayne, who'd just learned the word from a herdazian merchant.

A Root Dragon arrived, eating everyone and turning them into Root.

"I get no satisfaction," muttered Jhomas Tefferson, "witnessing Thaid's fits of passion... The way he primps and preens and dresses in the pits of fashion..."