Thaidakar the Ghostblood

Adien?

I promise I will respond to you soon, @Immortal Platypus I just have this scene to make first. "I couldn't save you. "I said I would, but it didn't work. It didn't. And now you're dead. I will avenge you." Memory is a cruel mistress. Micheal fired, hitting a guard. The guard crumpled. Micheal moved to fire on the next guard in quick succession. But just as he went to shoot the third guard, there was the visceral sound of a thud nearby. There was a shuffle of leaves and shouts all around him. "What's going on?" he asked into the radio, stepping back as the guards scrambled for back up. He shot one in the face, sending them to the ground in moments. "Narrator, we think. He has two swords on him. Micheal, you have to get out. Shadow is confronting him. He says you'll have time to hide the rest of the group." "No! Shadow has to make it. He's more important than me. Where are you?" Micheal's thoughts moved faster than he could comprehend. Memories flooded every corner. Lindy. Kelsier. Thaidakar. And now Shadow? Would one of his mentors fall to one of Micheal's best friends? The person on the other side of the radio gave their coordinates, "Be quickly if you do come. You need a plan to escape." "Don't worry about me, worry about Shadow." "Yes, sir." It took him two minutes to run through the darkness, under leaves, over logs, tears leaving a burning trail in the cold rain. Micheal would not lose another person to the endless duel of opinions. He couldn't. Not again. He arrived, gun at the ready, a scrap of a blade made from some mordite and another metal in one hand. There Shadow stood, dark blade in one hand, facing Spook. Oh Spook... Grief had taken another victim. Spook regarded Shadow with casual sarcasm, blocking each sloppy blow with an expert block, akin to his father's style. A field of corpses surrounded them. The remnants of Shadow's team. Shadow turned, saw Micheal, smiled. He snapped his fingers. Micheal had begun to move, running towards Shadow. But now he was frozen in place. "Spook," Shadow said, "Surrender now." "We both know who is the better swordsman here, Shadow. You've been suffering since your brothers have been removed, your skills slowly leaving your pool of resources." How emotionless Micheal's friend sounded! "I know. But you know that this isn't where it ends, Spook," Shadow moved forward, trying to put a hand on Spook's shoulder. With a flick of Spook's wrist, Shadow's hand was in the mud. Shadow didn't flinch, "This useless fight means nothing in the end, Spook. You know it. No-one will remember this day. No-one will remember who wins this fight. But they will remember your failure to become what you think you can be." Before Shadow could continue, Spook stabbed Shadow in the chest with both blades. Shadow didn't react, simply walking forward into the blades, "You will lose, Spook. Darkness will fall. Whether today or tommorow, whether by my blade, or by Micheal's, or by Platypus', or Moni's, or Nameless', or your own, Darkness will fall. This conflict, this petty conflict will end. They already begin to move on! Look! Randomness is here! Reality has returned! Go back to your master, then, son of one of the most broken men I ever knew. Take the final blow, take my life. But your master's plan was doomed to fail from the beginning. "Serving Darkness will never give you true revenge. You gain that by trying even when it's bad. You gain revenge against the great evil by not falling to its prey of inactivity, of shadows, of secrets, of hidden pasts, of dark futures prevented by throwing even more darkness in its face and asking why it's even worse? "It's worse because you chose to do evil to prevent evil. Evil is evil and cannot win forever. TLT is random because true freedom, the kind of freedom you feel in your heart, is randomness. Freedom is spontaneous. You will never win because forcing this kind of freedom into chains is unnatural. It requires constant effort and soul drenching activity to maintain. "We will win because we are the defenders of natural order. You will-" "Enough," Spook yelled, lifting his blades up through Shadow's body. Two sides of a smile fell into the dirt on either side of Spook's blades. Micheal screamed. Spook turned, saw Micheal, opened his mouth, closed it. Spook turned away, "Thus is the price of blasphemy and turning against Darkness." Micheal rushed forward, trying to reach Shadow's corpse, but it was too late. The corpse melted into purple energy, lifting into the sky and to Darkness. "I will avenge you." "I will avenge you, Shadow. I will avenge Lindy. I will avenge Kelsier. I will avenge Thaidakar." Micheal stood, looking around the rows of graves. A group of people stood at a distance behind him, the rest of Shadow and his rebels against Darkness. Someday, someday Micheal would bury his blade into Darkness' chest. He would find his revenge, and avenge Darkness' ideals. Someday, they would be reality. But today, Micheal had a primordial entity to find and kill.

who dares disturb my slumber the sticks shall rise again and the ancient oaths sworn anew

Quagmire Swamp, the third of his name.

Then Marsh will sue him and he'll have to change his name to Swamp.

Welcome to the Shard, fellow human!

Welcome to the Shard!

Welcome to the Shard! Who's your favorite character?

We all know that there is a giant crab who swims through time with four smaller crabs on it that have on their claws the Cosmere. That's how it works, Platypus. Get on it. XD

Amaranta?

Some sort of spiked humanoid? Could be glasses... 8/10

I cannot agree more.

Wait, hunger games don’t have to be Cosmere. Cytoverse hg, for example. Unless you mean as like a part of the cosmere hunger games round.

What I am about to show you is something that, when you watch it, almost feels the same way as that scene in Aladdin when they sing the song "Never had a friend like me." And by that I mean that it feels like you just took drugs and just got shoved into the middle of a Vegas casino. (I would put it in full link form, but that usually doesn't work for me.) Idk about y'all, but I think Taylor Sanderson is Brandon Swift.

Hannibal was a genius. My mom gave me the weirdest look when I walked into the kitchen while watching the video and said "That's genius! That was bloody genius!"

Let’s go!!!

Because it just happened to work out naturally in my development of their arcs.

I finally figured out that they are both going to try to do it, but just as one is going to let the other do it, that one will come forward, push them away, rush in and do it themselves. One of their arcs has been to be more forceful with their own opinions about how it should happen, so that will tie in nicely.

Welcome to the Shard!