Thaidakar the Ghostblood

Thaidakar shrugged, Sequence wasn't even voting. Thaidakar then offers free amazon shipping for first thirty orders.

*thaidakar grabs @Sequence and shakes him and the benefits come down from his coat*

He told me my fish would die, the next day DEAD nono

“Friend Kool-Aid Man, you enormous fluffy panda thrifty doofus, you'd better finish dancing, or the Genie might just end another deadly potato-and-tomato soup inhaling contest.”

ok, *strangled breathing* let's hope it isn't Brandon saying he's done with the cosmere.

the moment you realize MLP has a multiverse.

“Friend Kool-Aid Man, you enormous fluffy Ghostblood squid doofus, you'd better finish dancing, or the Genie might just end another deadly potato-and-tomato soup inhaling contest.”

WE DON'T TALK ABOUT BRUNO NO NO NO

AH when does it release?

ah but I offer ALL kinds of taynix, com slugs, boom slugs, other slugs, ALL THE SLUGS.

A seven foot frame rats along his back when he calls your name it all fades to rats.

hey we all grant that. I also include regenerating donuts and a taynix of your choice.

we all lost so *shrugs*

CHEESE. CHEESE.

I also offer cuisine from across the cosmere and beyond, the seaweed and custard that Kimmalyn lent me is excellent!

@Sequence welcome. I AM HEEEERE

Always left Abuela and the family fumbling

I also offer free decaf and soda.

I could always here him muttering or mumbling, I associate him with the sound of falling sand ch ch ch.

what is your favorite marvel character of all time? iron man 3

hey guys here is a small thing I made a couple months back it is an interesting thing I created when wondering how to write a sword fight. “Swordsmanship is an art meant to be kept sacred. The Stelleman style has been kept by our family for generations. The art of the sword is a tradition that has been upheld by our village for longer than my grandfather was alive. “We are bastions of hope for the dying world, the art of the sword must be kept until the Dragons return. For when they do we will be able to come out of hiding once more. My son, you must learn how to use this wisely, hold up this art with highest esteem in use, you are my heir. Use your newfound knowledge wisely my son.” The Father and Son stood in a grove of peach trees that held the ruins of the Fortress of the Sword. Falling pink leaves created a backdrop to the two people as they conversed about the arts that had kept their family alive for generations. The falling leaves raced like chariots through the humid air as the clouds lazily drifted across the autumn sky. The son was short and stocky with a look of a man who would eventually become the greatest of men, he had bronze like hair that seemed to glint in the midday sunlight. The boy was named Jarien, and he was proud of it, Jarien was a name passed down in their family since the dawn of time. A sword hung at Jarien’s waist in a sheath that he had handcrafted himself. A look of confidence adorned Jarien’s face as he listened intently to his father’s words. The father named Dariel had greying hair of a similar color to his younger son, he was tall and muscular from many years of defending his village with every ounce of strength in his body. He wore navy blue robes that defined his every movement, his green eyes seemed to pierce into the endless void beyond. Dariel had spent many long years training in the art of the sword until he was a master compared to Donovan Deathbringer. “Remember my son,” said Dariel, “that we must preserve this art through the coming years, our world is not ready to receive our art and you will be the next master.” Jarien nodded, “I am ready to begin the next stage of my training father, I understand your words Father, I have toiled for four years to get to top physical shape under your training, I am ready father.” Dariel smiled, “and you are as you say ready.” Jarien beamed with pride. Dariel continued, “once your training is complete you will receive the sword of the apocalypse.” Jarien took in a breath, the sword of the apocalypse was the most powerful enchanted sword that had ever been created in the one world and Jarien was in the direct line of the owners of the legendary sword. The sword had been present at the destruction of Beropolis, the sword had been at Teron when the Riders of the Dark had created the ring of chaos and the sword had been there when the Chosen One of Lyroc had won the war and created the age of the watchful peace. “I see you are surprised that you will be the one who will own the sword of the apocalypse,” began Dariel, “as Kaliel is the older son, but Kaliel is not destined for it, he has another fate that is for a great purpose to the gods.” Jarien nodded slowly, “does Kaliel know of this?” Dariel shook his head, “no your brother does not know of this, and you must not tell him, it is a delicate matter that I must handle myself.” Jarien watched with anticipation, then said, “Kaliel will not take this well, you must first tell him about his destiny of great import.” Dariel nodded, “I know this is true my son, you and your brother have very important roles in this world to play and you must play them right or you will lose everything you have ever loved in this world.” Jarien shivered, “Father I love you and Kaliel, I don't want to see Kaliel removed from his dreams, father I!” “Enough!” shouted Dariel, “You will carry the sword of the apocalypse, Kaliel will have a different destiny, a far greater destiny at that.” Jarien’s eyes widened, “greater than the sword?” “Greater than this blasted conversation.” “When will my training begin, master?” asked Jarien bowed his head and moved his hands in the traditional gesture of apprenticeship. Dariel put his hand to his temples, “we begin tomorrow morning.” “Thank You father.” Jarien walked away out of the clearing and down the stone steps down to their house. Once Jarien was well on his way down the steps and towards the house Dariel put his hand to the hilt of his sword. Though he was increasingly aging Dariel was still good with the sword of the apocalypse. He drew the sword of myth and legend in a swift movement, what seemed like black lightning crackling across the length of the black steel sword. When the sword moved it seemed to leave an afterimage behind it. Shadows seemed to drift off of the blade’s edges as Dariel held it. Dariel smiled, Dorea’s heart he loved that blade. He swung the blade through the air cutting through the falling leaves, this blade along with the art of the sword had been passed down through his family generation by generation, century by century, millennium by millennium. Dariel practiced his midday sword kata, moving the sword back and forth through the humid air, the sword warped the air around it creating a strange hypnotizing effect if you looked at the sword too long. Eventually Dariel swung the sword into his handcrafted sheath and he himself walked down the mossy and cracked stone stairs. As Dariel walked he gazed across the hidden valley, trees and houses dotted the fertile valley, the area was brimming with animal and human life alike. The smells and sounds of people streamed across the valley. Kaliel his son loved the view from up here, perhaps the talk with Kaliel would best be up on the stairs. Dariel stopped at the middle of the staircase and looked further down the staircase, Kaliel looked up at him. Kaliel had dark black hair that draped to his shoulders, his usual happy face was covered in a deep frown, his side was adorned with many pouches and daggers, his right side had a long sword that was the pride of his life. Kaliel shouted in his rich accent which he had inherited from his mother, “Father!” Dariel shivered, “ye-yes?” Dariel was worried, did Jarien tell his brother about the inheritance, no, that could not be possible, Kaliel would have taken this better. Would he? “Jarien brought me some news.” Dariel’s worst fears had come true, his son now knew of the inheritance. “Jarien is my brother, I love him, he deserves to wield the sword.” began Kaliel walking upwards ever closer to his father, “but I deserve it more.” Kaliel drew his sword, it crackled with blue lightning and glowed intensely, “Jarien has another destiny, but he shall not have my destiny!” Dariel drew the sword of the apocalypse, darkness drifted off the blade like water off of a wet cloth. Dariel gritted his teeth, “son! You don’t need to do this!” “You're right.” Kaliel dashed forward, “you could just give me the sword.” “Never.” “Wrong choice.” Kaliel lunged at Dariel’s side. Dariel blocked in the dakon defence. He whiplashed swinging his sword ferociously at Kaliel’s blade, he took the fight lower on the stairs. Kaliel pushed forward with his strength in the sword. Dariel grunted, the sword started absorbing the blue light that was being emitted by Kaliel’s blade, Kaliel widened his eyes in fear. Suddenly Kaliel grinned, “will you really kill your own son?” Dariel faltered and Kaliel took the advantage and swung his sword at Dariel’s head. Dariel pivoted backwards. Dariel peered into Kaliel’s green eyes, “Kal, you don’t have to do this! You can rejoin the light.” Dariel put his sword in the sheath and walked forward. Kaliel started to put his sword in his sheath, “father I…” Dariel continued, “we can continue together, you have a greater destiny than this sword.” Kaliel’s stern look returned, he drew his sword fully out, “No Father, No! NO! The sword is mine!” He stabbed Dariel in the chest. “My….. Son….” Blood gushed out of the wound as Dariel’s breaths came out ragged. The blood stained the mossy ground and the leaves fell in it, Kaliel pulled his sword out of his father’s chest and wiped it on his pant leg. Dariel widened his eyes, “...Remember…. The… way…. Of.. the sword…..” Dariel closed his eyes and one final breath escaped his lips, Kaliel turned away in disgust. He cast his eyes roundabout, the view was excellent, but soured by the disgrace he had just done to his father. Kaliel reached for the sword, his eyes hungered for the view of the full powers in his command. He drew the blade, lightning danced on the blade before his eyes, the glow of the blade was his destiny. Kaliel smiled as the blade glowed with power, he swung through the air with his practiced hands, the sword felt just right in his hands, he felt as if he could rule the world. Kaliel threw his head back and chuckled. The murderer cut through the nearest peach tree with his sword, it fell as if it were butter. Kaliel knew he was in the wrong, but not turning back now. The dark light colaced around him creating what felt like invisible armor shielding him from all enemies. Kaliel threw his other sword out of the sheath onto the ground and spewed the blood off of the blade in all directions. Kaliel stabbed the apocalypse into his father’s dead body, the smell of burning flesh filled the air. After a few minutes Kaliel drew the blade out, what was left was a pile of ash and soot. He grinned, “and now begins my reign, the reign of Kaliel the Immortal.” Kaliel put his new found sword in his sheath, the sword glew one last time as it went into its rest. Kaliel walked down the steps toward his home, a smile of satisfaction covered his smug face. At the bottom of the stairs Jarien stood, his mouth stretched tight with a look of determination and grief, “so you did it, you killed him.” Kaliel nodded, “I did. He is dead, and so begins my reign, our father saw much, but he was wrong in one respect. I am the owner of this blade and my reign will be millennium in length.” Jarien nodded, “we are meant for greatness brother, still sad our father did not share our vision.” “I will train you brother,” said Kaliel, nodding as well. “We will be the most powerful brothers in all of Lyroc. And no one, no one can stop us.” “Lyroc has not known such power since the age of legends ended, but now.” began Jarien, “but now we will bring a new age, the age of immortals.” Kaliel smiled, “your words shine with truth brother, but enough of this talk, it is time for action, we must gather an army, it is imperative that we…..” ______ Ten years later “...... So begins the reign of King Kaliel the Immortal.” Cheers floated up to the terrace where the newly crowned King Kaliel stood, he wore regal attire. A red and purple robe adorned with gold leaf and on his combed black hair stood a crown of pure gold with elven emeralds on it. Kaliel’s demeanor had changed since that day back in the hidden village, he was ten years older after all, he now had several defined lines in his once soft face, he now wore a short beard below his lips and he had a look of weariness in his eyes. Jarien stood next to him same as ever, but his skin was now as copper looking as his hair, he now wore a flowing blue robe that was covered in a silver pattern of leaves and flowers that accented his copper hair, his nose is crooked as ever. The brothers stood on the balcony of the recently completed palace in the city of Arelonia, their subjects poured in in the courtyard below, the courtyard was not only filled with citizens but merchants and shopkeepers, the traders took advantage of the event to fill their pockets, the crisp fall air drifted throughout the castle. Kaliel turned to whisper to his brother, “this is tiring, brother.” Jarien nodded, “I know, give your address then you can rest.” Kaliel nodded back, he turned to the crowd, “People of Arelonia, we gather here to celebrate not only me, not only my brother, but all of us.” the people cheered thinking he was done, “quiet!” The crowd quieted at his words, “thankyou, this newly formed country of Arelonia will last generations to come, what we found here will be remembered in history for long after we have died. I rest assured this will be a great country. “This founding of our kingdom will mark a new age, the age of Immortals.” the people muttered to each other, what does ‘age of immortals’ mean? “I wield the legendary sword of the apocalypse.” the crowd gasped, the sword of the apocalypse! Kaliel drew the sword, it cast a blue light onto the crowd, the sun paled in comparison to the drawn blade, as the sun hit it the sword seemed to draw the light into it, it turned the light into itself and cast it out as its own. “Today I announce the creation of the Order of the Sword who will hold the ancient ways of the sword, they will be my personal guard and my direct servants, the will execute my will with exactness, the chosen members will be those who I would trust my life to. Each member will receive a sword, a sword that has been enchanted by me.” The words were received like a shockwave.

WE DON'T TALK ABOUT BRUNOOOO

when you sign this contract you are selling your soul to me. DJ THAIDAKAR IN THE HOOOUUUSE

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