Thaidakar the Ghostblood

What Shorty said- lol

Prelude

I have that one a lot-

I’m reading and finally enjoying Brisngr by Christopher Paolini. I must say, this is a step down from Eldest in the technical way of things, but fairly fun.

Anyone else have that moment where you look at what you've written and think "Dangit, I gave them too healthy of a relationship. That wasn't supposed to happen."

XD I am not surprised at any of those.

"Goodbye, Platypus," She said, bowing her head. The door slammed shut. As Platypus walked forward, the path reached further with crystalline hands seemingly constructed of rainbows. With each step, the path way grew longer and longer. On either side, glowing walls formed. A mess of colors, muted and dull, swirled in a mirage of energy below the path. It looked both like it was everything at once while also being a lack. A nothing. Nothingness incarnate. Over time, a light grew at the end of the pathway. Soon it outshined the noonday sun and sprayed light as confetti around it. In the midst of the light was a door. It was worn, old and dusty with a knob that seemed to almost fall out of its socket. In the middle of the door was a drawing plastered onto the wood. The drawing was one that seemed done by a child and on it were three people in crayon. Two taller, one shorter. The two taller ones seemed to be holding the hands of the smaller one in between them. Something tugged on Platypus, pulling him ever towards the door. It was as if the universe itself was saying to him: Go! Go! He does not have a blade. Thaidakar remained silent, watching Shadow and Hacob with suspicion. "No," Shadow said shortly. "You can start as soon as you would like, but I would offer you some food and rest. And, further, there is one thing you need to know before you leave: Thaidakar's mansion has degenerated since his death. Darkness has been there and I know not what all has occurred. What I do know is that several Shadows have vanished from existence in or near that place." "Look! Look! He assassinated the general! He's threatening the council members!" Mythos watched as Micheal tightened the grip on his sword and raised it, ready to fight. A large group of soldiers grouped around Micheal, drawing their own weapons as the council's soldiers surrounded them in a larger circle. How grizzled Micheal looked with his bloodstained weapon, his sweat ridden beard and his wild, yet focused, eyes. Mythos didn't know what to think. What was going on here? Why was Micheal doing this? "Valerian," High council woman Tabitha said, standing from her seat at the table, "As you are King, will you execute this traitor for us?" Mythos looked from Tabitha to Micheal, from Micheal to Kupanhow's corpse to Tabitha again, "Your... councillor-ness... I am not a king. I have not been king for many long years. I do not have authority to lead here. I am merely a relic of times long past. What would you have me do?" "I would have you kill this man." She gestured to Micheal. "He has attempted to stage a coup." Mythos looked to Micheal to see if he had anything to say. Micheal looked steely at the council's guards, avoiding Mythos' eyes. "Micheal..." Mythos said, walking through the ring of soldiers and towards Micheal and his guards, "Did you do this thing?" "Yes, Mythos," He said, finally meeting Mythos' eyes. His eyes were full of pain and sadness. He still mourned, even after all this time. "They haven't done anything. We need to save TLT! We can't do that by sitting down and doing nothing!" "The answer," Mythos said, "Is not to attack. You should have tried to change their minds first." "They would not have listened." "You can't know that." "I can and do." Micheal glared at Mythos. Mythos searched Micheal's face, looking for a trace of regret of what he'd done, a trace of humanity. Mythos looked and looked long. Finally, he turned away and looked to the council. "By my authority as a previous king, I propose that we have a trial in three days time to try him for his crimes and decide on a proper punishment." "No! Here and now! he has killed one of our own!" One of the older one on the council proclaimed. "We must execute the usurper, as the late general said." "All are worthy of a fair trial," Mythos said smoothly. "And Kupanhow?" Tabitha asked, gesturing to the corpse. "Kupanhow agreed to a duel," Micheal said drily. "I fought him. I killed him. I have not broken any rules." "You struck down a man who gave you mercy!" "And so I returned the favor. He won't have to live through another minute of your squabbling because of me," Micheal said. There was a murmur of agreement from Micheal's soldiers. "Foolishness!" Sarah, a council member, said. "Enough!" Tabitha said. "We will try you now for your crimes and-" "In three days," Mythos said. "Three days to allow him to come with his argument to explain himself." "Too long," Tabitha said. "He is slippery and we cannot let the eel escape before being put to trial. 12 hours." "One day," Mythos said firmly. "Agreed." THe council nodded. "During the time, we will keep Micheal and his soldiers in our prison," Sarah said. "Micheal needs to prepare for his argument," Mythos said. "Let me take him with-" "No," Tabitha said sternly. "he can defend himself with whatever argument he has had for coming here in the first place to defend his actions and his morality." Micheal gritted his teeth, "I will not be subdued." "You can do this, Micheal," Mythos said with a sad look. He turned back to the council, said, "Are we all in agreement?" A chorus of yes (and no) returned to him and he left the building as Micheal was drawn away. In the next few hours, rumors spread of the goings on in the council chambers. And, before long, there were two phrases moving about the Valley. "Justice for Kupanhow!" and "General Micheal!" Spook stood in the shadows, watching as the stuffy group of priests arguing over what to do since both Rond and Darkness were missing. Spook had had enough of it. he strode forward and hither table with an armored fist. A steely ring echoed through the room. "Enough." He had not spoken loud, yet they remained silent. A priest leaned forward towards Spook, "You have, ah, a suggestion, Hasty One?" Hasty One. They had called him that ever since they had learned how he had killed Rond. The cowards. They needed to squash all rebellion, not let it fester. "I am Spook," He said. "There is no other name I will be called by, Cowardly Ones." They glared at him as he looked to each and every one. "We need to kill them all. It does not matter if Darkness is here or not. We will continue with our plans. We will sacrifice the Shadows as we find them. We must find them all!" "how do you propose that we do it?" a weedy looking priest named Ferrill said, "We have run out of sources and informants!" "We need a show of power," Spook said. "We need to convince the masses across TLT that if they hide a Shadow or if they associate with any of his allies, they will perish. We need to kill someone important to their cause." "Who?" asked a priest named Yelenara. "We do not have access to more people!" "Next time we fight those rebels, we need to take prisoners. We will not kill them." Spook said shrewdly. "We need to know where their base is. If we can find their base, we can take their leaders and execute them each before the crowds. They will come fight us then and will be as rain plinking off our walls. They will die." One after another, the priests agreed. And Spook sat back in a chair, thought back to Platypus. "Stay out of all of this, old friend. Stay away. I do not want to kill another friend."

You like bacon and cheddar scones with jam and cream?

The Stormlight Archive book ten: It Was All A Dream This is the final volume in the Scifan series by Alcatraz Smedry set in the dream of our protagonist, Kaladin Stormblessed. The rip-roaring climax full of time travel into the past as well as twists including: everyone except for Kaladin was Shallan, except Shallan was Kaladin; Szeth was bald because Kaladin had a scary dream about bald humans once; Dalinar was invented because of Kal's daddy issues, which was weird because his dad showed up as a cranky person in a town, his uncle Lirin showed up too; his wife's (Jasnah) dad turned out to be still alive and was really that one weird god guy and was manipulating it all from behind the scenes; and the jester was really just insane and was sent to an asylum. Overall, a great book, def recommend. You don't even need to read the other 9.789 of the books.

Glasses. Tall. Dark-ish hair. Nose in a science, fantasy, sci fi or space book at all times.

What I’m wondering is why this is the first we’ve heard of the atrocities of the sleepless. Did it all happen after Yumi?

As a testament to our friendship lol.

Mi amor mi amor You tell me that it's red mi amor mi amor-