Thaidakar the Ghostblood

"Good," Nowhere said, walking back to Impossible. "Politics suck," said the random pineapple. Jefferson muttered, "Can we get back to politics?" Madison: "Please?"

Nowhere strode forward, "Do not speak of what you do not know of, Desolation." He looked pointedly at the inkling. @Aeoryi

Nowhere laughed from his seat as Impossible readied his sword if anyone came their direction.

You good, man? PMs do be open if you wanna chat, my friend.

Nowhere nodded softly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a long, black blade reverberating with pure wrong-ness. Something absolutely horrible. Nowhere didn't. flinch, however, as he gave it to Desolation.

Nope. Everything I've been posting has been foreshadowing almost everything I do after I start foreshadowing. You'll get it eventually, like how I got around to writing Mythos's backstory. Spooks side of the events covered by Mythos/Valaran's stuff will be happening eventually too. Yeah, if you read till the end of it, I tell you in it who he is.

If you read a lot of the stuff I've been posting since Feanor as a threat began, you can piece it together. But, yes, he will come to visit. Some fun stuff will happen if Desolation stabs Thaidakar with a Mordite blade.

I randomly remembered him and was like "Yo, time to do a deep cut into stuff we did ages ago."

Yo, btw, @Nameless*, do you remember Cucumber Beard?

It was at that precise moment that Nowhere sat down, pulled out a bag of popcorn, and started watching the show.

*shrug* well, that's fine- as long as it works at least right now.

Aight, though I think the line where TLT starts after it is just awesome imo, can't believe I wrote it... So you're saying it's fine if it happens after the real creation, but before the first post?

Nowhere glanced at the crew, raised an eyebrow, and turned back to Desolation, "As long as we never interact till page 3484 as long as you meet these demands. I will give you the Mordite for this purpose because..." Nowhere glanced at his watch, "It is almost time for the Return When It Was Least Expected... Thaidakar must know he can't stop it, despite everything." Impossible strode to Platypus's side and whispered something in his ear, "Whatever it might seem, Nowhere is not a bad person. He is doing this for a similar reason to why Feanor is doing what he's doing." Impossible seemed more subdued than he'd ever been and something in his eyes said that this was for a reason no-one should question. "We will not be fighting," Nowhere said. "I'm doing my research here." --- BTW, the rest of this is probably really good to read if you want to understand what I'm doing with all the plots. No characters can know this immediately, though. It will be known very soon though. Mythos felt memories falling out of their long held slots, mixing in his head and showing themselves to him. Scenes that made little to no sense to him were there now. "WHO AM I?" He screamed as he began to see the door in the distance at the end of the hallway. The pieces of art around him blurred as he ran, though he attributed that to the tears that flowed freely in that moment. He remembered his mother, his brother and his father. Zara. Spook. And... Thaidakar. THAIDAKAR WAS HIS FATHER. Mythos cringed even as he ran. That monster was his biological father. His hand reached the doorknob and he ripped the thick oak door off of its hinges with a strength that he hadn't realized he had. Tears almost blocked his view, so he wiped them off on his sleeve. In front of him was another hallway, but with windows and doors. Mythos walked along slowly, his muscles remembering walking down this hallway a million times at least. Mythos turned, opening a door that he swore he knew very well. He froze in place as memories played out in front of him... A sequence of years: Valaran's pov. Valaran sat, smiling as he played a game with his five year old brother. Ahh, what it took to entertain a child. It wasn't much, but it was what mattered. At fourteen, Valaran knew what was expected of him. He was supposed to ready himself for the throne and for being a future Narrator. His father was a commoner given noble status because of his wife's. His mother was one of the three Time-Keepers. As the first child of a Time-Keeper, he was expected to ascend to the sacred throne and become the Legender. So much would come to pass because of him. From the other room, he could hear argumentative voices echoing to him. His brother couldn't hear it, but he could with his enhanced ears. As the Legender, he was given some enhancements. "Come on, Zara... We can't let him do this. This would tear them all apart." "No, Kar, we can't do what you're suggesting. To not follow Fate would be to ruin the plan. We need to pull this off." "May I weigh in?" "What, Cucumber?" "I think that if the lad was trained traditionally, away form all the hubbub, my lieges, he would be able to learn the values of humility away from it all..." "No." "Kar... I think it would be good for him." "No, Zarah. I don't want one of-" "To be fair, liege, he would be able to come back without the traces society wants to place upon young men of his age." "He's right, Kar. Extremely so. I feel Fate agrees too that this would be the best path for the Legender." So... they were discussing his future without him. Typical. Valaran turned to his little brother and continued playing with him. A few years later, a burly man with a green beard, nicknamed Cucumber Beard, and a taller, ganglier Valaran moved smoothly through the woods, seeking their prey. Cucumber raised a hand and they both halted. In the distance, a black creature hovered over a deer. Valaran tilted his head, but Cucumber started backing away, reaching into his pocket for something. "What is-" Valaran started to ask. Cucumber beard put a finger to Valaran's lips, mouthing, "No, my liege, no words... It's a wither creature." CB pulled out a small silvery device and chucked it at the wither creature. The silver device exploded, wrapping around the creature. The creature made an inhuman noise as light consumed it, leaving a small blackish metal on the ground. CB walked forward, grabbing the nugget of metal and tucking it into his pocket. "It's best that we get back to the cabin," he told Valaran and he did just that, walking towards where they were staying for a few more years yet. A few more years later, Cucumber Beard and Valaran strode into a crowded and bustling city, a castle in the distance surrounded by tall walls and dragon-ish creatures. CB had given Valaran a silvery crown to wear on his head as the walked in. he was, after all, The Legender returning to his homeland. It was best to arrive in a way that announced it to all. CB did seem uncomfortable about it, as did Valaran for that matter, but the subject was a matter to be questioned. CB had invoked his parents' names when proving the point that they had to do this. So, Valaran agreed. When they arrived at the palace, his parents, brother and the Time Keepers greeted him. They smiled and told him how good it was to have them back. At 20 years old, he was at the top of his game now. As the weeks turned into months and those into years, Valaran learned how to become a king, how to make his people happy and, best of all, how to make himself happy in the process. Valaran studied the prophesies diligently under Time Keeper Brighton. Being a king, he found out, would be good fun. There were serious things, true, but he found them easy to take care of in his mind. He'd become accustomed to making decisions from an early age and knew what it took to do these things. Then... one day... Brighton said, "It's time for you to ascend to the throne, Legender." They'd hurried him to a hidden chamber in the castle, runes swirling through the air. All three Time Keepers were there ready for him, his mother, Elder Eof and Brother Brighton. "Are you ready?" Eof asked him. Valaran nodded diligently, "Well... I am, but I'm not. You didn't give me much time to prepare myself." "We did," his mother winked. "Just in disguise. Now, step up, it's time for you to become the Legender..." All three of the Time Keepers were Narrators at some capacity, some more than others. Brighton was probably the strongest under his Author. He stepped up onto an elevated stone disk and smiled at his mother. She smiled back and said, "Now, just hold still and say what we tell you to say..." They proceeded to begin a chant, making him repeat lines here and there for affect. Once it was done, most of it vanished from his memory, which was to be expected, and they said collectively, "the words are in your soul and will come when you need them." Those words, which were revealed to Mythos, were: You are the Legender, the one to unite them. You will show The Name how they will do what they need to do. You will give the Avenger hope and will save the Herald of Darkness when he is at the brink. Repeat: I am a figure of the Mythos, I am the Legender, I know this knowledge but will not. I will remember this at the right time. Narration will be yours when you need it. Balance will be thine. Find yourself, Legender, at your darkest moment. There was more of the same vibe, and some was just a repetition of prophesies known in TLT, and the rest is to be revealed at a later time. For now, that's what Mythos remembered of the chant. Later that day, Valaran strode up the steps to the palace, cheers surrounding him on all sides, a smile plastered over his face. This was the day he'd been waiting for. As he strode to the throne, his mother and Brighton came in beside him, Eof waiting at the throne with a large crown in his hands. His father, Kar, was in the crowd, watching with an eager smile, his friend Rond beside him. His mother leaned over and whispered in his ear, "You're ready for this, my son..." Brighton smiled softly, hearing Valaran talk enthusiastically with his mother about what he would do on the throne. This lad... Brighton knew him well. Too well. He loved him like the son he'd never had. The son he'd wanted to have. It pained him to think about what the future held. It was, indeed, too bad he would one day betray him for the holy cause of freedom. And, as Valaran was crowned and cheered on, Brighton stood next to him, their portrait getting painted. Brighton knew that, one day, he would regret it. And, yet, that day was still to come. And it did, after a long time. After one year of Valaran as the King of the Righteous Land, peace reigned TLT, an age never known before. It was the Golden Age, as some would know it. An Age long past, perhaps an Age yet to come again. The end of an age is a tumultuous event, especially in a place like TLT. It all began, you see, when the Legender sat on his throne, pondering life, his subjects waiting just like him for the arrival of Brother Brighton's discovery to be shown. Brighton had announced the previous week that he had something brilliant to show off in one week's time, something glorious for the great plan. Even the other two Time Keepers were on the edge of their seats. Valaran smiled, his reign had just begun. As the Legender, he would have a long time before the events of the Mythos began. It would take a long time for that... or so, he believed. And... Valaran felt happy about everything. His life was under his control, or so he had thought. Tragedies always begin in happiness. Which was why that was the precise moment the tall golden doors to the palace had slammed open, revealing a black and blue sky, wind drifting into the hall. The candles went out as a man strode in, darkness trailing him, power rippling around him. "I am Darkness!" he proclaimed, his voice echoing through the room. The words seemed to hold a weight, a certain form, as it drifted to everyone's ears. Eof and Zara moved first, drawing their Narration blades and pointing them at Darkness. Darkness smiled as he raised his own, darkness undulating around the blade, "I AM THE SHADOW OF TLT!" He smiled softly, "I WAS FORMERLY KNOWN AS BRIGHTON." Valaran felt his blood run cold as he immediately stood, drawing his own blade. "Goodbye," Darkness said with a smile. And, with that smile, the earth shook. An unearthly scream ripped through everyone's ears. Eof pronounced it first, "That... is a sound I have heard once in the lands of Time and Fate. An Author has just perished." Then all Braize broke out. Screams echoed across the hall as a swirl of darkness entered the room. Pure Shadow flowed at every person that moved, consuming them and forming them into distorted purple and black figures. They began attacking all those around them, ripping them limb from limb. Darkness himself walked across the room, drawing a second blade made of a pure metal of solid Dark Chaos. A duel commenced, Eof, Zara and the Legender circled around Darkness, readying in their positions. No other duel on this level would ever take place in the history of TLT. None of them would ever reach the level of fighting they were at this time and no one could possibly match it. "I have killed my Author," Darkness said as he blocked strikes, Narrating, Plot Weaving, Shade Shattering and sword fighting. He fought all three of them at once, using intense skill. The others fought him, earring strikes here and there, but not penetrating his defenses as well as they wanted to be. This man had killed an Author, THIS MAN was trying to destroy their paradise. "WHY?" The scream finally ripped out of Zara's lungs as she launched another attack on Darkness. "Freedom, sweetheart," Darkness said simply. The shadowy power came, distracting Zara and Eof for just a moment. A moment was all it took. Valaran faced Darkness alone in one second. In one second a blade thunked into flesh and power surged into that person. Darkness smiled as he grabbed Valaran's neck, raising him into the sky and twisting the Mordite blade in the Legender's flesh. Power covered Valaran, corrupting him, twisting him, turning him into a creature that Valaran had seen once before. A withergeist. And, yet, before the transformation was complete, Eof surged forward, striking Darkness in the neck and casting him aside. Eof swiftly grabbed Valaran and whispered, "You are the Mythos, Legender, save us..." And, with that, Valaran disappeared as Darkness, Zara and Eof resumed their fight. In the present, Mythos, or, as he now knew his name was, Valaran strode out of the room, running down more and more stairs, pressing a brick and entering the secret room. In the room there was a screen and he whispered, "Awake for your king." The screen turned on, showing what happened after he'd left. Eof smiled, pressing hir watch swiftly. Zara had gone somewhere else for some reason. Narrators began to show up all around as the kingdom and TLT was torn apart around them. As the fight progressed, Darkness was beaten farther down until... Eof raised his blade to Darkness's throat and said, "You are hereby banished from TLT until the Legender returns..." "So be it..." Darkness said with a laugh. Shadows leaked out of his mouth, grabbing hold of TLT. Nearly ever Narrator, Avatar, Character and more was sent into the future with intense Narration, as was Darkness. But... not in time. Darkness's mind was cast out of TLT, never to return, not for a long time yet. Brighton he had been. And now he was merely a shadow of what he'd been. Across TLT and the other places, the splinters of him were seeded. They returned once Valaran had reemerged, Eof's plan taking place with Valaran being healed, but at the cost of his memory. As had everyone else's memories been removed... all except for the Shadows of Darkness and some scant memories in some people. As for what happened next after the destruction of the kingdom and all of TLT? Well.. people started to wake up and a powerful man decided to take control of a non-canon planet in the Cosmere. And, as Mythos/Valaran sat down to stop himself from shaking, he knew that TLT had forever been changed in his mind. He wasn't sure, however, that it was good that it was. @xinoehp512 yo, is that a good origin for TLT? If it isn't, I can change it to like "Well... people woke up again and Hoid ate a sandwich" or something like that.

I'll fund y'all and hire you since I'm a Prime...

lemme type. I got some fun stuff cooking up-

Ayo? I know some people in that area... I've visited like Glendale during dances... I wonder...

"Yes indeed," said Nowhere sarcastically. "Who else has done that, I wonder... Nameless, there are several current antagonists now, all of them dangerous. You don't remember it, but there once was a-" Nowhere's mouth shut and he grunted, trying to speak. He tried several more times until his mouth loosened, "... Shadow knows. Thaidakar knows part of it. Mythos is finding out. Nameless, it is of great importance that someone else know this knowledge before time runs out. The time of vicissitude is close at hand, Nameless One. Do you know how Eof knows everything? Whatever you think you know about his foresight is probably wrong... He knows it because he was one of the-" his mouth shut again. It was a longer time before the scientist could speak again. "Eof used to be something very important in TLT before that name was erased. He knows everything and nothing. When he remembers the past will be the time that either saves us all or destroys us. No in-between." ---- Mythos cursed softly as he strode down the stairs, his clothes seemingly dragging him towards some direction. There was something... familiar about it. And, yet, it was an eerie familiarity. He knew this place, yet he hated it. He had no idea why, except that apparently he'd had a crown here once, apparently. Or, at least, someone who looked strikingly similar to him had. And, for some reason, a woman with Lindy's ring had been here with her hand on his shoulder in the painting. "But why?" he asked in hushed tones. He didn't exactly know why he was whispering beyond that it just felt right to do so. Mythos reached a long hallway. His clothes continued to drag him forward and he didn't stop this time. On the sides of the hallway were paintings, stained glass windows and tapestries. All of them portrayed various scenes of glory, most of them centering on himself, Shadow, a few Narrators, the Mimes and... He felt all the blood drain from his face as he stopped in his tracks and stared wide eyed at what he saw. Immortalized in the glass was a woman standing there with a glowing orb in both hands. At her right side was Eof, standing tall and clutching a red and gold eye in his hands At her left was Shadow, steadfast with a blade at his side, his hand rubbing the pommel. They all wore robes covered in an odd kind of runes. Runes that Mythos could read. And... what they said made the difference. Servants of the high hand. Leaders of a righteous land. A prophesy to build. A future to see. A plan to set forth. A legion of heroes to foster. Antagonists to let fester. The sacred plan moves onward. The Legended. The Name. The Herald of Darkness. The Nameless One. The Avenger. The Darkness. The Scarred One. The Chosen Warrior. The Creator of Gems. The Shadowed One. They are in the Land Without Plot. Some are the same, some are different and many are their own. They are the ones we plan for, they are the ones that we ready the Thread for and more. One of our number shall die untimely. One of our number shall reign. One of our number shall be the creator of a new world. All of us shall be remembered when no-one is looking for us. One name sparked in Mythos's head. A name that used to be his. A name that two now carried. And, with it, was a first name. Oh, how he'd loved that name. "Zara Von Kelsier. My mother." He whispered softly, his hands meeting his temples. Von Kelsier was Thaidakar's last name. Von Kelsier was Zara's last name. Von Kelsier was Spook's last name. And... apparently it had been his own last name once upon a time. Thaidakar looked uncomfortable as Platypus hugged him, but patted Platypus's back, "Thank you, Platypus... There may come a time where you will understand why. Pray that you never find out." aight.

"No," Nowhere said, a twitch in his hand revealing his slight surprise at Nameless's name drop. "He didn't come back to life again. He never truly died after he came back that one time, Nameless."

Nowhere shrugged, "That depends on your point of view."

"Thaidakar and I have an... understanding. He is an interesting individual, more so because of his recent actions. For most, I wouldn't condone what he's done, but..." Nowhere shook his head. "Know that there is a reason to chaos and a chaos to harmony." Nowhere paled, "Th-the... Voice..." He straightened, resuming his calm and calculated voice. "Is that so? I did not think that our friend the Scarred One would want to make an appearance after his banishment. Then again..." he smiled, "how can it have an appearance if it is assuming that title rather than his other titles... Interesting. I will supply you one Mordite Blade under two conditions. You will bring me the key to his mansion and will leave me and Impossible alone for the next thousand pages. Do you accept these terms?" The voice made a ponderous noise, "He knows the past... as he should. I accept these terms, but do you, Desolation?"

Nowhere shrugged, "This is one of the new antagonists, I think. My experiments are doing fine, not as well as I'd have hoped, but they're going as best as I should've anticipated." "The Witherlord can't be killed by his own metal," Nowhere said dryly. "Though, I assume you mean Thaidakar. It's going to be a no. Thaidakar and I are friends." The voice cursed, "He's become more honorable than last time I interacted with him. Tell him that the Voice of Darkness is back and demands that he honor the contract."

Nowhere chuckled, "Maybe eventually, but not yet. Tell me, Desolation, what would you use this Mordite for?" The voice said it softly to Desolation, "I will tell you your next instruction early. You are to stab Thaidakar/Feanor in the chest with it."

"Not enough," Nowhere said simply. "I've been able to experiment on Narrators before, I have all the data I need on Narrators for now." The voice grunted, "Impossible... I thought that... Offer him the ability to leave TLT."

"What will you give me in return?" Nowhere queried.