Thaidakar the Ghostblood

??? Power. He was accustomed to power. King Chickeee flexed the fingers in his metallic new body. The scientists nearby clucked, congratulating each other. The procedure had gone well. The automaton body was... pitiful. It wasn't nearly as good as the ones they had found in the place where'd they'd also found the daggers and records of the sacrificial rites. Some of his scholars were beginning to think that there was a malevolent force behind them finding it. Something powerful... of course, they didn't know about the voices Chickeee heard in his head, but that was a small matter. The sleek, metallic body was about 7 feet tall with glowing purple eyes. It had a computer-like brain that held all of Chickeee's memories and connected to the last remaining fleshy bits from his body; those bits were in the chest of the large robot body. Crystals jutted from the sides, glowing softly. Those were what really made this possible, supplying energy from an unknown source. His scientists had created them by accident during testing. Chickeee started to speak, it was his own voice coming smoothly from the speakers, "it is... acceptable. It doesn't work as smoothly as I'd like it, however. You, my scientists, must do better." They nodded, one even smiled. The lead one, Jerrik, said, "of course, my lord. we will do better." "Good, I need to be ready when it begins..." he muttered that last part to himself. "My lord? what was that last part?" "Nothing, nothing..." said Chickeee hastily. The slightly nasal voice with an accent he couldn't quite place said in his mind, "you need to be ready... The one will be ready soon..." The voice always neglected to say who "the one" was, but Chickeee decided that was alright, as long as he was on their side, Chickeee could agree with it. The voice had come to him months ago, back before they invaded the clinic, and had told him about a chance to come and attack. Chickeee, being the good person he was, had given the voice's advice a chance. Of course, the plan hadn't worked; but the voice had assured him that that was only because the one hadn't done what was expected. The nameless one had also interfered. Otherwise, they could have taken absolute control. It had been futile, regrettably. But, there was going to be another opening once "the one" was ready. Chickeee would wait to see what it was. Besides, he was going to be preoccupied with the mission the voice had given him. Find the one known as Thaidakar and kill him.

I tilt my head, "what in the storms did you just narrate?"

Shadow stepped forth from the shadows, "that was odd, I agree. It seems I have something better to do than just watch your group." He tipped an imaginary hat and disappeared with a burst of vapor.

Mythos smiled in an un-Mythos like way, his voice seemed to change slightly, taking on an eerie tone, "you have been led to think one thing, while the truth is something wildly different... that is all." He disappeared with a small pop.

Mythos slowed down and stopped, "guys, you need to know something important..."

Mythos ran over, arms waving, "WAIIIIIT!"

... I will leave this to speculation Favorite book?

What happened with the sandwich after I left? Power, distilled power.

uh... Granted, your creepy shadows die. I wish for a bag of chips.

Darth Barnacles shrugged and joined in.

I use an iron pull on the metal bit that I'd stabbed through the sandwich. The sandwich lands into my outstretched hand.

the dune thing lol. The missionara protectivia. I hate those guys...

I give a sandwich in return. I have a slice of cheese.

ooo probably it's a wonderful life awhile back. A few other things could count, but I don't count them. What's your favorite drink?

Darth Barnacles reincarnated. again.

Honor is not dead so long as he goats in the hearts of men!

Yay, I'll give you a cookie. I have an old, moldy bean.

Him lifted his huge jar of Root and had a large sip.

exactly, it's here so it's recorded now.

it was a mistype lel. lemme go fix that.

Hamster and Gretel episode 11 better release soon. 1393

Veni Veni Goat-uel.

I had switched the sandwich with a fake and now am sitting in my castle with the sandwich carefully hidden away.

I AM SEXUALLY ATTRACTED TO HOT GOATS!