Thaidakar the Ghostblood

I wouldn’t agree with that. If you are using the presence of magic or people getting close to destroy the world, then you could say the very same about reality, though I wouldn’t say it myself for either. People having flaws or the unexplained existing in a story is not proof of flaws in whatever god exists in the story, just as the fact that there are bad people and as of yet unexplained sciences in real life is not proof against a loving god existing.

*sharpens knife* well, that's the easy part. The question is, which name of stick do we sacrifice him to?

Lyla took the juice box ponderously, sipping a little of the juice. "I..." She hesitated, looking down at her leg. Her expression hardened as she thought. "Yes, I believe I can. If you come, then it will be far easier and I can more fully guarantee her survival." torrents o magic rained down on Elan from the dragons in their grief and rage. Their voices like hurricaines, they each demanded that Elan cease or die.

I know what every sharder looks like! About 99.99% of the time, all of you are human beings, with hair on some part of your body, with at least one limb, has eyes probably, has a mouth, has skin and has heard of that Brian Sanderson guy!

Lyla was there, lying on a slab of rock, finishing tying a tourniquet on her leg. "About time someone showed up..." Thaidakar looked back at the hole as it was blocked (sorry for that one, I kinda need him to get away for plot reasons) "No one understands me. They never did." Rage, anger, fear flew through him one at a time. A piece of him begged him to stop and breathe, but the rest of him wanted freedom, wanted to be free form the chains and bounds that they'd set in place, to be free from caring. To be free from guilt, for once. Oh to be free form guilt... His surroundings were a stark landscape with a pale sky. And nearby was a tall stone structure with an open stairwell in the center. Thaidakar swore loudly. "Of all the..." he punched the stone, cracking it down the middle. The red energy in his mind singed his awareness, representing the Darkness nearby. Yet he ignored it for now. He needed to quiet the sounds.. needed to find quiet somewhere. Somehow. The wall shuddered, rippling with the magical energy from around it. Reality was being altered far too much nearby from Elan and Thaidakar for the regular rules to apply anymore. What had once been a wall was now a gateway to... a library with tapestries and suits of armor between bookshelves? And what was that piece of slag on the ground? The city shifted as it began to melt, the manmade gravity beginning to shatter, sending all into disarray. Quakes shuddered throug hthe city as streets were torn apart, revealing the layers and layers of the city beneath. Floods of people rushed to the docks, hoping to escape, yet found most of the ships gone or getting destroyed by Elan. Screams filtered through the sounds of buildings crumbling and turning to slag. By the remains of the spire in the center of the city, Lyla grunted, biting off the pain from her leg and from what Elan was doing. "Ya know, when I agreed--" she winced, "to bring you all here.. I didn't think... I didn't think it would mean my home town turning to nothingness... A lot of thanks I get..." She turned to Pic, "You, get the juice box out of my left pocket. Open it and hand it to me." However, as Lyla was commanding Pic to get her sacred juice boxes, the dragons, those rulers of the city and defenders of the peace, turned to see their peace in pieces. In roars of anger, the narrowed their senses down on the source and dove for Elan, flames building in their magic, claws bared. And, all the while, something moved across the ground, searching. A bit of Thaidakar's red power crackled where it had destroyed a building and the pattern stopped by it and one word sighed from it wearily, "Lies..."

“Leave me, voice. I have enough voices in my head to give any sane person a headache already.” He glanced back at the city and, with a shatter, broke the final bit of reality he needed to soar through the hole into another universe.

no, demons are cats. there's a difference. Not all cats are demons, but all demons are cats.

I went insane about something and have not stopped going insane and freaking out- so that's fun.

*Explodes into existence and steals the win.* *Like the wiiiiiiind.*

It could be...

Thaidakar turned, looking at the general area where Quinn was and laughed. "Maybe see how those descriptors apply to yourself before wielding them against another." He reached for the fabric of the Void, hands bursting with energy. He felt tired suddenly as the energy flooded out of him, yet he kept going. Thaidakar pulled and pulled, getting closer and closer. There was a rip that could be heard for miles around. There was a small hole in reality, opening to light. It was as big as a finger, really, but it had happened. Thaidakar kept puling and pulling, making it wider and wider, each rip become easier and easier.

XD But it could be fun though.

thanks! *fights to not yawn*

"Let me ask you one thing," said Thaidakar, raising his hands into the sky, each one bursting with red energy. "What makes you think I'm an antagonist?"

I don't do math either. Fine, fine, I'll do an age reveal. My age is...

*cough* 2021, actually.