Thaidakar the Ghostblood

What no one had realized until that moment was that the sandwich that they had been fighting over for pages and pages was a fake. Thaidakar sat in an undisclosed location, the sandwich hidden somewhere that he alone knew of.

True, it is a generally evangelical idea (or, that's what I think it is. Idk, I don't know too much about other parts of christianity), but the idea is a good one, I think. It applies mostly to trials, how they're used to shape us like gold and silver in the refining fire “He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver; he will purify … and refine them like gold and silver.” - Malachi 3:3. Then again, both things, the idea of trials shaping us like a refining fire, and the one of righteous desires being fulfilled eventually are true. If God needs us in the place we are and our desires can't be fulfilled yet, then it won't be fulfilled as you and the scripture said.

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"I have Character," said Spook, stepping out from the shadows. A shadowy figure looked over his shoulder silently.

We are more than that, you just don't see it, Cacophony.

Thaidakar walked over and slapped Everyone.

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"Hmmm..." Spook tilted his head, "I... I just thought of something... I don't know if I should try it. I'm going to go experiment. Farewell!" Spook disappeared in a burst of... of narration? Thaidakar nodded as Spook left, "Spook... he is an interesting lad, that one. Can't believe he's mine."

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"I was using Nameless as an example... I'm not saying I want to do it to Nameless. No need to worry. It could, potentially, work to bring dead people back. Say, changing their characterization so that they are poorly written and die a lot and come back every time, a day afterwards."

Spook blinked as his body reformed, "I am so glad that Thaidakar convinced me to wear that bracelet. Anyways... I assumed so. Would that mean that with the Blade, I can adjusted people's characterizations? Say, if I channeled power with the Blade I could change, as an example, Nameless's position in TLT?"

"Thank you..." Spook said, nodding. "By any chance do you know how the Blade of Character works?"

"Yes," said Spook, reappearing near the brave adventurer, "I am sure of it. The thing that's coming... it's going to kill Narrators. Or, that's a possibility at least."

"You are not the... the thing..." Spook said. "You are, however, an idiot."

The monolithic vision unfolded in front of Spook in the past. Spook shuddered, looking up and around. A dark cloud drifted towards a bright, chaotic and unorderly light that Spook knew was TLT. As the dark cloud neared TLT, mini-visions sprouted up from the dark ground, Narrators dying, avatars being consumed by powers, cataclysmic events erupting, and a dark figure in the center of it all with a sword in their hand. On the ground in front of the dark figure lay Spook, but not Spook. Spook watched as the figure lifted their sword. The Spook in the vision whispered, "Mercy..." An ethereal, phantom voice came from the dark figure, a voice transformed, "There is no such thing as mercy." The figure stabbed the blade into the vision Spook. Vision Spook erupted in shadows and bursts of red light. Spook himself turned from the vision. A vision of two figures fighting with faces changing from Thaidakar to Spook to Mythos and back to Thaidakar. Spook turned away from it. Swords seemed to swirl around many figures. Spook recognized one of the blades. The one he wanted. Character. Spook leapt towards the blade, but the vision shifted before he could touch it. Spook landed in a pile of goopy shadows. He grunted, lifting himself up. The goop slid off him. A voice whispered in his head, "Fate always arrives, the future will come if Fate designs it so." Spook found himself in a pillared room lined with tapestries and masterworks of art. He looked around at the paintings and tapestries before looking at the end of the room. A tall mirror stood there with a shimmering surface, something pulling Spook towards it. Spook walked towards it warily, the pull towards it growing stronger. As he ended up right in front of it, Spook gazed into it. The surface glittered then shifted, revealing Spook and a handsome woman, smiling at each other. It shifted, showing Thaidakar and Spook laughing and talking together, like good friends. It shifted again, showing Spook as a narrator, helping people and preventing the worst of things in TLT in a far better way than his father had ever done. A voice whispered, "Future... possibilities... you could be happy... you could do what you want." Spook shuddered, "What is this?" "The future..." the voice whispered. Spook turned away from the mirror, but found himself right in front of it again, gazing into it. The mirror's image shifted to Spook being killed by Thaidakar, then to Spook killing Thaidakar, then to Spook laughing as TLT burned. It shifted again, instead becoming Spook killing Narrators, murdering Avatars and more. Worlds burned, the thread began to die. Authors fought over plot and Plot. Swords moved around, various people trying to claim different once. Spook fought with two of them in a dual form, moving like a hurricane of death and Plot. And in the center of it, a dark figure laughed. The final image was Spook stabbing Thaidakar in the heart and laughing. "What is this...?" Spook asked again, shaking. "Possibilities, Spook, possibilities... it could be the future and it could not be the future. Whatever it is, it could happen." The voice whispered. "You could have any of it you choose... "I... I just..." "I know." Spook shook, falling into a pit of endless darkness. Finally, he woke up in a fancy bed. He sat up, looking around. A sword lay next to him. Character... Spook lifted it, gazing at the surface of the Blade. And... Spook turned, the air crackling around him. He looked surprised, but it soon faded to mild irritation as he appeared in the main part of TLT again. In the present, "No, it was not you," Spook said quietly from the side, "It was not you... Whoever it is, I know it's not you."

"I wasn't alive during that portion of happenings... I think. So a lot of what I say can be wrong. If it is not Plot, who could it be?"

Thaidakar smiled, "Subversion... subverted Nameless... So you say that Plot is not our enemy? And yet, the plot blades are just his sword splintered, not Plot himself." "If Plot is truly our enemy, than we could do that."

"That's because Thaidakar managed to come back, for a time at least. Apparently I didn't do a good job with his narration."

Thaidakar nodded, "It could be absolutely anything. Whatever it is, we need to gather our allies. Or..." Something bizarre occurred in Thaidakar's head. "Or we could defeat Plot with an easy fix. Narration... chaotic narration. Narration without form or pattern. Otherwise known as Plot's enemy." "Thaidakar is, I'm not," Mythos said, having a sip of his own drink.

Mythos nodded, "Right?" Thaidakar gave him a disapproving look before turning back to Platypus and the table. "I have no idea. I'm fairly certain no scholars, scientists, historians, etc have been able to study his power. Plot could be far more powerful than we know." Thaidakar had a swig from a new bottle of Root. "Plot is someone we do not know a lot about, other than the Plotblades and the random bits of plot we've had."

"Have you not noticed the sudden fluctuation of plot? I believe that the thing coming, as a post said in the beginning, Plot is the ultimate enemy of TLT... I believe our enemy is Plot themself." Thaidakar had a sip of his Root.