Thaidakar the Ghostblood

Micheal blinked, walking over, "Um... Hello?" He looked warily Desolation, a hand slipping to his side, grasping something in his pocket. @Aeoryi

Guys- if you're a youth and you go to the dances, wear a Sanderson shirt occasionally to them. I'm eager to find out if there are Sharders in my stake/region.

I wasn't aware that was something a person could do.

What? Where? When? How?

"She is where she always has been..." Micheal snapped his fingers, him and Unintelligible appeared in a room lined with bookshelves. "Hi, Moni," Micheal said, walking over to Moni. "Had any progress in your research?" "Moniker holds one of the most dangerous Plotblades. Endings. One of the most important aspects of Plot. Things will not be good if things go how I can see them going."

Micheal froze, a memory swirling in his head, "Wait... If... Come with me. Now." Micheal turned, walking away from the house. "I know where she is. Precisely where she is. How did I not see it before..."

"If Subversion is killed, where do you think that power will go?"\ Micheal blinked, "Yeah... is she inside?" @Nameless*

"Yes. Subversion is the inheritor of Nameless's powers. It could go... very wrong." Micheal walked up to a door, knocking worriedly. He looked around anxiously, waiting for them to answer the door. "Come on..." he whispered, "Come on, Moni..." He needed desperately to talk to her. Because... if he was right... She had the plot blade of Endings. And... if he was right... then maybe Moni would be able to help him find out what he had to do to bring himself peace about Lindy's death.

Well, then also the withergeists. If mordite is akin to god metals, then withergeists would be the chaotic dark version of spren because they can turn into the godmetal. "It might work... but it will have an odd affect."

"I can nudge him out of the background soon... he should be having his arc reemerge soon anyways." it's the Witherlord's god metal, I would say.

That someone else happened to be sent into the future of TLT. Page 2600. "No-one will be able to remember all of it... not for a long time, yet. Leave that to me."

"You can get it by combining many, many, many withergeists into one while using a specific medallion. There are several who own some somewhere in TLT. Micheal, one of Thaidakar's former friends, has some. Nowhere, a scientist, has a lot. Nameless might've had some. It is your quest to find it. Once you do, or even during your quest, you will receive more instructions." The email was made of electronic cheese and was eaten by bugs. @Nameless*

Did? Go reread what the thing talking to Desolation said a few times until you get it. "Find Mordite," the voice said simply. "It cannot be summoned without explanation. Find someone who owns it and take it from them. You need enough to form a sword." Subversion felt as if her head had been dunked into a bucket full of ice. All memory of the conversation was removed from her mind and any attempt to find it was blocked. A laugh filled her ears for a long moment, then it faded.

George Washington's going home. History has its eyes on you. George Washington's going home.

"I can assure you I am none of those people, though it would be ironic if I was Plot. I'm a fan of his work which will be."

A hissing laughter filled Desolation's ears, "That will come in time, Desolation... yes, it will come eventually. I'm the remnant of a time long gone, is what you can know at the most."

Favorite character in Brandon Sanderson's books?

"If you agree... patience, responsibility, exactness and zero hesitation will be required. You must listen to every instruction in letter and spirit. Every goal must be achieved, but to be achieved sometimes it will mean that you nearly succeed in something that at any other time would further your goal in your mind, but in truth it would not in the end do it. There are secrets in TLT that will enable your goal to take place. And..." the voice whispered, altogether neutral in tone, "it will all be well for you in the long run... This plan of mine will give you all that you want in due time. Do not mention this to any Narrators or Avatars, Desolation. There will be a role for you to play in the future. You may not like that role at any given time, but it will be necessary for you and I to achieve our goals."

"I can provide you a way, Desolation... However, if you accept this way, there will be things that you will have to abide by so you can achieve this goal. The key ingredient in what is required is patience... All things come in their due time."

"Would you go to any length to get this desire? This thirst to achieve your goal?"

"This is your goal above all others? Your one greatest desire above anything you could imagine?"

Faint laughter echoed in their ears. Insane laughter with an edge of manic pleasure. Something was wrong in TLT, very wrong. In a distant land no-one could remember, in a castle lost to time, Mythos knelt before a painting, feeling the air around him with the slight Narration Thaidakar had given him long ago. That morning he'd been drinking some Root when the message had arrived in a code that Mythos hadn't seen in a very long time. Not since... It had felt wrong when he'd seen it. It felt as if the world had been shaking and caving in on itself. And, somehow, Mythos could read the code and understand it in its entirety. It read: My friend, it has been a long time since we have met each other, and I know that you do not know who I am, that must soon change. I know who you are, I know what you've been doing, I know who you've been and who you are becoming. I see your past, present and future. You are hope, Mythos, a glorious hope for a new beginning. The prophesies are not what anyone thinks. You knew that, and you can still remember why. You must find out what the prophesies are, my friend, you must find out who you really are. Because, if you don't, TLT will be in grave danger, even more than it is with Him coming. Thaidakar is just the beginning. The prophesies tell us in... Mythos, who are you? Who are you really? What are you? You think you're a withergeist, you think you're a Narrator, you think you're an Avatar, you think that you could be some kind of radiant from those blasted books. You are none of those and all of those, Mythos. The sooner you remember the details of the prophesy and proclaim them to the Name, the better. The Name will know what to do with this information. You are The Legended, you declare unto The Name the sacred prophesy so that they will be able to do as the prophesy declares. You must show The Avenger the meaning of their hatred. The Darkness is coming and The Herald Of The Night has arrived into The Land Without Plot. Remember who you are, Mythos, remember. Come to the castle immediately. In the letter there had been a small stone with some sort of dust on it over letters. Mythos had rubbed it with his sleeve, which, coincidentally, had sent him into the castle where he was now, kneeling before the painting. The air was electrifying, filled with Narration and Plot Weaving, even a little Chaotic. Something was moving in the Plot and Mythos knew it. This was a moment to define the rest of his life. And that scared him. If something was going to define his life, shouldn't he at least know what his life was? All those titles had felt important to him, almost in a life or death sort of way. And what was the prophesy? After what felt like millennia, Mythos looked up at the painting and felt something that could only be described as something far, far more than shock. For the painting depicted him with a platinum crown on his head sitting on a throne as a much younger Shadow stood next to him on one side. On his other side was a smudge of what seemed to be pure darkness and... a hand reaching out from that darkness, a gentle white, and resting it on Mythos's shoulder. Something about the hand... Mythos paled. On the hand was a ring. A ring he'd seen several times in his current memories, though not on that hand in specific. He'd seen it every time he'd visited Micheal's family. On Lindy's finger. ______________ Desolation heard an inhuman voice whispering in his ear, "What do you want most in TLT, child?" If Desolation tried to corrupt the communication, it would immediately get cut off. If Desolation tried to find out where it was coming from, they would get every single location ever visited in TLT. If they tried to find out who it was who'd sent it, they would meet a brick wall in their own mind. @Aeoryi