Thaidakar the Ghostblood

I still can’t see anything… hmmmmmmm (This is meant to be sarcastic btw)

I don't see it either... hmm...

Because it was a trap.

Hello and welcome to the shard, fellow human who I definitely haven’t said hello to before- You and me both- he’ll release it in like thirty years or something.

Time to finally do this again. Thaidakar Von- no, that wasn't right. This was not Thaidakar Von Kelsier, but it was a Thaidakar. Watching from the peephole in the wall, Thaidakar saw Nowhere, back towards him, say calmly to Hacob, "A Shadow was here once, asking me for a favor. I did not give him a favor, besides a bomb that blew him up a mile from my house." Thaidakar was confused, to say the least. One day he'd been doing his duty as a lawyer in his own world, the Court, when suddenly Shadow had arrived and taken him here in a whirl of what could only be described in his words as magic. Magic! It was a wonder he wasn't imagining it all. Ever since they had arrived, Shadow and Nowhere and been poking and prodding him, asking him questions. Every time he answered, however, they exchanged worried glances. From what he could glean from their questions, they needed him for something, or, at least, they thought they did. Even now, things could be going sour with the case he was supposed to take up back in the real world of the Court. Beside him, Shadow was carving a small piece of metal with a sliver of Narrativium Nowhere had given to him. "Quiet now," Shadow muttered to Thaidakar, "We mustn't give away our presence to them." "I know..." Thaidakar replied in the same hushed tones. The truth was, he really didn't know. It felt as if he'd been stuffed into a horror movie that, without the context, was a comedy. Then again, as in his work as a lawyer, the greatest comedy could double as the greatest horror. During the feint, this Darkness slammed one bo staff into Platypus' side, launching him into a forming rough wall. Darkness charged forward at him, anticipating a quick move. Red and black smoke swirled around Platypus, forming ethereal weapons, which attempted to hit Platypus. "What is Balance?" the red eyed Darkness asked as he advanced on Platypus. "Is it the absence of evil or the presence of light? It is neither, for to have only one over the other is not balance, it is disharmony. It's a discordant tone that teaches of a great hypocrisy. To only push and never to pull is a path of no balance, it's the path of choosing one side over another. But what is true harmony? True harmony is evil and good together in a symphonic masterpiece of together-ness." The voice... was not Darkness. It seemed... different. It was similar, very similar, but the way words were phrased, the way sentences were framed... this was not Darkness. It wasn't. Because Darkness was somewhere else entirely. Darkness felt a hand on his shoulder. Small, petite. A hand he'd wanted to feel for a long time. "Stay and be happy, Brighton," her cursed voice said. Pain wracked his every nerve as tears dripped to the ground. "I can't." "Why not? You could be happy!" she turned him to face her. Behind her was Mythos holding the crown, ready to give it to him. "You could rule! You could control Fate!" "I won't," Darkness whispered, "I can't. If I do... then they won't be saved." "They won't ever appreciate you! You can stay and be appreciated by the ones you love!" The woman of his dreams said. Mythos grinned at him, "You'd be worshipped as the king, you would be loved, adored, truly!" Darkness turned away from them, "Take me from this cursed place! I will get what I want in the end if I die trying... If I have to kill them all, if I have to destroy their lives, if I have to rip them limb from limb, I will accomplish their salvation. I will save them from the hands of TLT as we know it." They all looked at him, disappointed, disdainful, angry. The scene froze. A tall, hooded figure formed infront of him, "It's time to move on." "I know," Darkness said, wiping his eyes, forming back into his pure shadow form, purple energy swimming around him. "What is the next trial?" Thaidakar smiled from under the hood, "You'll see." He snapped his fingers and Darkness reformed in a long hallway. Giant stained glass windows depicting events he knew well stood in the walls, dim light flickering through them. "What is this?" Darkness asked, striding forward. "What am I supposed to do here?" "Remember the knife," a voice whispered in his ears. "Darkness!" a voice yelled from behind him. Darkness turned. A man in his late twenties stood behind him wearing a green and silver battered uniform. His gritty blond beard outlined his sharp features. "I will kill you for what you have done to my family, to my friends and to the world I love! Ready to die, curse bringer?" Micheal pulled out two glowing green pistols. And yet... his eyes were glowing green. That was not normal. Darkness shrugged it off, pulling out the knife and falling into a ready position, "I should be asking you that question." Not waiting for Micheal, Darkness rushed forward, faster than an ordinary man. Micheal shot one of his pistols. Darkness did a quick calculation, throwing the dagger at the gun, hitting the bullet into the roof. The knife hit the roof, falling right into Darkness's outstretched hand. Micheal grinned, spinning his guns and firing a few more shots as darkness dodged them, getting closer and closer, "Let's dance, you light blinded fool!" It was funny, really, the way Mythos asked questions about the rebellion and what had been happening the past few months. Micheal filled him in on the raids, skirmishes, the locating and relocating of Shadows. So far they'd found and hidden 90 of them. Apparently, most of the Shadows had been pulled into TLT again once Darkness had gotten powerful enough. However, a few remained out in the multiverse. As far as Micheal knew, Darkness' agents were finding them and killing them, sending the energy to Darkness. The vehicle bumped, going over a familiar rock. "Micheal, Spook is on Darkness' side." "Yes, I know," Micheal said, regret tinging his voice. "He killed some of my men the day he joined with Darkness. He's been a pain for the past few months." And I've grown in that same amount of time. Mythos nodded, "How long has Rond been on our side?" He grimaced as a bruise fluctuated on his face. The stone mask had been rough on him. "He contacted us shortly after Spook joined Darkness," Spook said shortly. "We've been working together ever since." They sat in silence as the armored vehicle lumbered on through the trees, stumbling over rocks as rain plinked a tune upon the leaves. There was a crack of thunder, accompanied by a bright flash, lighting up the dim room in the vehicle which they inhabited. The rain grew from the drizzle to a downpour. "Micheal... you seem different than the last time we met. You've grown your beard out," Mythos said, looking fatigued the way he moved his limbs, yet his eyes were excited. "Is everything alright?" Micheal hesitated, affirmed, "Yes, everything is fine. I'm just a bit tired from planning almost all of last night." and the night before, and the night before that. "How about you, Mythos, prison treating you well? Rond gave me a report on some things last week, but I want to hear it from you." "Unfortunately, no," Mythos said, slightly uncomfortable. "The accommodations were far from appreciable. Getting a whipping every day with a stone mask strapped to my head after glop was forced down my throat was farther than far from appreciable." "I'm sorry that we couldn't get you out sooner," Micheal said, wincing. Thunder and lightning crackled outside. "We've had a lot of things to do. It isn't hard to fight against a being who can generate infinite metal who has an army of fanatical priests and civilian body shields." "I can imagine... Brighton is a force to be reckoned with." Valerian bit his lip and closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. He opened them. Mythos said, "Darkness will have to be defeated. what's the plan for that?" "Well... the current plan is that we follow the prophesy which we found the papers you wrote on it," Micheal patted Mythos' shoulder, face contorting in a smile, "thanks for those by the way." "Anytime." "Well, we figured that we can slowly take resources from Darkness and make his soldiers to protect them so that his heart is open to be stabbed," Micheal explained. "As for Darkness himself, we need to find as many Narrators and people with Plotblades to attack Darkness at once with all they've got. That is the only guaranteed way we can beat him." "How many do you have?" Mythos questioned. "Is platypus around?" "He's missing." "Hacob?" "Unsure." Mythos gripped the side of his seat as they went over a large bump in the road. "Sequence?" "Prepping the team to ask them." "That's good..." Mythos said. "Are any of the others being questioned or have joined?" "We've only recently added this part of the plan to our overall goals," Micheal said, feeling embarrassed. "What about Moni?" Mythos asked. "Has she been asked?" "You know what the answer is already, we don't need to ask," Micheal replied. "It would be a waste of time. She won't use it to destroy." "Hmm.." Mythos didn't argue the point. "Can I help in any way?" He grunted as they rounded a turn, grabbing his stiff arms in each other's grips. "Maybe after I get some rest..." "That would be wise," Micheal said. "You could help us convince Rym or one of the others. Perhaps you could help get Onyx to consider a meeting, if he's still around." Micheal watched as Mythos agreed, thinking of the events that would begin to unfold. Things would start to get exciting now that he had a figurehead to lift up. Now that peoples' memories were restored of the events from before the first page, they would follow him. It would be key to get more soldiers and people in Micheal's organization. The vehicle slowed to a stop and the rain lightened up. Thunder still boomed above as Micheal opened the door, drenched soldiers leaping off the vehicle and leading the way through the trees to a wide cavernous opening into a cave with multiple paths open. Micheal led the way through each twist and turn, going in circles once or twice to make sure Mythos didn't see the exact way. Finally, they arrived. Mythos had his mouth open wide as they stepped onto a wooden dock with legions of boats ready with torches hovering above each one, as if ready to fall down at a moment's notice. But it wasn't the dock that made his eyes widen, it was what was beyond the dock. His eyes trailed across an enormous lake of water, pink-ish red rock adorning the bottom. He followed the wide opening of strata into a vast expanse that could house at least two cities. in fact, it housed one. In the middle of the lake was an island of the same pink rock as the walls were formed from; and on the island sat a city with towers, houses, shops, docks, fish, and the most glorious light. On the walls around it there were glowing rectangular rocks cemented in them, glowing brightly a few feet away from eachother. The light gave an affect making it seem as a glowing city. Micheal turned to Mythos, the stress lines on his face seeming to melt away, "Mythos, my friend, welcome to The City of Floating Lights. And," he added, "My home."

However, Everyone suddenly found themselves in an alternate dimension with an old man named Teddy B Ear.

35. that was until they discovered magic.

Darkness seemed to hesitate, dropped a staff, and extended a hand, "Once you achieve the next balance, you will move on." Power zipped from Darkness' fingers, slamming into Platypus. A voice whispered, "Remember the knife." Platypus was one again in the room, the palatable darkness hanging around him. Darkness formed with the strange red energy about him. he formed his two extra arms and the two weapons. "Ready to die?" You want me to rp as Nowhere in this situation?

If I’d done better prose in the latest post, it might’ve been at least as big as that one.

lol well, would you rather it all in one post or a LOT of smaller ones?

But was I? no, I twas not

I agree!! The show is much better than the movie. I like the movie, not because it's a good movie or that it's a good adaptation, but because I think it has good jokes and is just fun. Same with the second movie. They're certainly super bad movies that were super bad adaptations, but they're still super fun lol. "This... this is a pen!" I feel like the show was really good, but didn't capture exactly why the books were so good for me. Then again, I don't really like the first book too much. It's the last three of the main series onward that really captured me, so maybe I'm just not really a fan of the Lightning Thief, but a fan of Percy Jackson as a whole. Oh my gosh though, I saw a video and now I have to talk about it.

Oh my gosh, I finally finished. This's been wild to write. Can't wait for more stuff. I'm gonna go read and stuff. "I fear death as one fears their own sword, cautious around it." Darkness grinned, eyes flaming red. "I am Death's sword, sharpened for service. Shall we begin?" Darkness closed his eyes, red energy flowing around him as two more arms sprouted on either side. Two long bo staffs formed in his hands, molten crimson glowed moodily from within each staff. The air sizzled and cracked with every move of the staffs. "Death is the music of life. Life is the symphony of eternity. The darkness is the creation of light." "We begin." Darkness' eyes gleamed as he rushed Platypus, moving from side to side, bo staffs spinning wildly in coordinated attacks on Platypus's flanks. Carefully planned strikes would hit Platypus on either side, each hit would feel searing, sending a rush of pain into Platypus, making his vision red for half a second. Power flowed in the air around the duel. To Platypus, it would seem as Darkness' own abilities causing it, but that was not it. It was Balance, carefully watching every motion, every attack, ever block, every parry. This would be interesting. Would Platypus solve the puzzle and escape the second trial? Balance could only hope... if not, he would have to focus primarily on one of the others. The substitution in case Platypus could not fulfill his role. It would hopefully never come to that. /~|~\ \~|~/ Mythos knelt, eyes facing the ground, torch light reflecting weakly into his cursed stone mask. He couldn't move a muscle, barely able to breath, much less speak, and those were nigh exhausted. He'd been this way for days, maybe longer. He didn't know. His world was almost entirely darkness and meals spoon fed to him every once and awhile. He'd been separated from the two guards who'd grown to like him. Apparently one of Darkness' servants had discovered them and told Darkness. Either that or that blasted high priest, Rond. Rond deserved to die. Then again, so did many people that Mythos knew, so that barely said anything meaningful about him. Mythos gritted his teeth as he heard a snide voice drift to him. "Mythos... I never thought I would see you again. When I heard that my new master had you in chains, I was... pleased." "Spook..." he replied, "What brought you here? Not too busy dishonoring our father's legacy, I hope?" It was hard, putting thoughts together and bringing them into words. But for Spook... he could do it. Spook reminded him of the past. And the past brought him peace and security. "Silence!" "Oh, I do believe I've had enough of that," Mythos said, aching to rub his neck. He struggled to hide the fact that his throat was sore beyond compare. "Does it help the pain?" Hearing no response, Mythos continued, "Does working for our father's murderer help ease the pain of the fact that you didn't know?" The sound of metal crystalizing from pure narration brought a smile to Mythos' face. Oh how reckless his dear brother was. And to think Mythos hadn't even remembered his little brother merely a few months ago. "Do you play with death like you once did with your blocks, little brother?" "Speak another word and I will kill you here and now. I don't care what Darkness says about needing you for his plans; I will slit your throat right here in this prison cell." Mythos could feel the air crackling as the barest light that Mythos could see through the stone mask began to light up exponentially. Interesting... so Spook was willing to risk his Plotblade too. Mythos took in as deep a breath as he could muster, "What did Darkness promise you?" Something searingly cold touched Mythos' back. Mythos didn't move a muscle, concentrating on the void and the flame, just as Cucumber Beard had taught him. "I'm not here to bandy words." "Clearly, and yet you still are. What did you come here for, Spook? Perhaps you're going to give me a to go bag and let me off on my way from this quaint establishment?" Mythos said, drawing in a shaky breath. The pain rattled down his spine and he tensed, un-tensed, groaned. "I'm here to ask you a question." "Is that so? Then, gladly, go ahead and shoot it." "Did you know?" The words echoed through the cavernous chamber. "Did I know what?" "Did you know... Did you know that Feanor was Thaidakar? Did you know we were brothers? Did you know he didn't kill our mom?" Mythos hesitated, breaithing heavily for a moment. He did his best to conceal it, speaking in a sarcastic tone. "Did I know..." The sharp edge of the plot blade left a knick in his arm. He grunted, digging his feet into the ground, "I didn't know." "Good." The sword left Mythos's back and he finally got a restful breath. It was a long moment as steps reverberated through the chamber. Finally, Spook was gone, leaving Mythos again alone in his prison. Alone with his thoughts. And thoughts were often more dangerous than any sword, even a sword of Plot. /~|~\ \~|~/ Unbeknownst to Mythos, a pair of eyes watched him. The eyes, in fact, belonged to Rond, high priest of Darkness, former friend of Thaidakar Von Kelsier. However, at the moment, the high priest was not feeling very priestly. No, in fact, as he watched Mythos, he felt a twinge of regret. He could stop it all now and not risk anything. Alas, no. If he stopped, he could not gain his revenge against Darkness, and that would be the undoing of all he had worked towards. No, Rond couldn't fight himself over it again. He'd committed. Mythos was in the center of the room, arms wrapped in a metal formed of Darkness' abilities and a trace amount of Mordite. IN those chains, Mythos could not use any kind of Narration beyond what was granted him narratively by the unfortunate amount of energy present in the palace. Rond moved, stepping stealthily forward. He hesitated, watching as Mythos was in exactly the same position as before. Mythos didn't seem to make a move as Rond strode forward, slipping a key out of a pocket. He moved it forward to beside Mythos' face where a key whole lay, pointed downwards. He pushed it in. There was a click and Rond smiled. The mask fell to the ground, revealing a purply bruised face and fluttering eyelids. After a moment in which Rond felt relief flush through him. He would do this. The plan was working. "I'm here to rescue you," Rond said. He moved over to each wrap of metal around Mythos' arms and tapped it with the key. The metal evaporated, leaving lead-ish beads of mordite on the ground. Mythos' arms fell to his side and the ground. "Rond..." Mythos said quietly. The near silence made Rond hesitate. "We have to go. You'll learn more from the others." He looked at Rond, a flash of anger dancing in his eyes. Then one of deep thought. Finally, Mythos nodded, standing slowly, but surely. Rond gripped his hand, lifting Mythos upwards. The priest danced to one of the rough walls, pressing the key to the walls then muttering a few words. He sighed relief as a door cracked open in the stone. Rond nodded to Mythos who limped along as Rond led the way into the passages. Torches on the walls lit up with an eerie red light, flickering, almost seeming to glitch as the smoke rose to the curved ceiling. "You knew my father." "Your father?" "Thaidakar." "Yes, I knew Thaidakar." A long shattering breath emitted from Mythos' lips. "You tried to kill him." "And he's tried to kill me." "You work for Darkness." They reached the end of the tunnel, a seemingly blank wall. Mythos raised his eyebrows. "Yes... but without that protection, I could not be freeing you currently." Rond pressed his hand to a wall. It split open, revealing a jungle path down a granite staircase. Mythos groaned, "So who are the others?" "You'll see." They strode down the stairs in relative silence, the trees and animal life making their standard noises. A small pouring of rain drizzled on their backs; a welcome change from the stale chamber Mythos had lived in for the past while. Rond sighed as they reached a small clearing where- "Micheal!" Mythos grinned, stepping away from Rond and walking to the surly man that surely was Micheal. Micheal nodded to Rond. How the man had changed. He was grizzled now with an unkempt blond beard and grim eyes. Micheal and Rond had met by chance as Rond had captured one of his men and let them escape with information. They'd worked together, giving eachother assistance on different operations on slowly cracking down on Darkness' attempts to destroy TLT. Rond nodded back. Micheal led Mythos into an armored transport, talking softly with eachother. Rond watched for a few minutes as they left, grinning. He was doing good one way or another. Someday he would be able to watch as Darkness died with some sort of blade in his heart. Feeling content with himself, he turned to go sneak his way back into the fortress. The priests on his side had been causing a good distraction, ready to deploy the reasons why Rond had been gone precisely when Mythos had escaped. However, he was stopped in his tracks barely after he began his trek. For right in the middle of his path stood Spook Von Kelsier holding two powerful weapons in either hand and an expression that could've curdled milk. "High Priest Rond, I sentence you with treason. As punishment, you will receive..." The Narrator lifted his blades, "Death."

I have discovered the PoseidonCabin YouTube channel and am now wondering how they wound up on set or how they got to get so many clips from the actors and actresses in their shorts, but I am in love with all of it.

What's your favorite Christopher Nolan movie?