Thaidakar the Ghostblood

I think I could beat it in less than a week if I tried. It’s really not too hard, just post like there’s no tomorrow. And do that tomorrow too.

that sounds like a challenge to me.

This is the one project in the cosmere that I really fervently think doesn’t deserve any kind of adaptation whatsoever

“Now you want to help me. Now that I’m a threat and not merely Thaidakar who has random problems that don’t mean anything.” His anger rose in the form of red power coalescing into spikes in the air, hundreds of them. ”If any of you had wanted to help before, then waiting a year was,” Thaidakar lifted a hand into the air, “not the right move.” The spikes rained down on them as Thaidakar leapt backwards, flying on his back to somewhere, anywhere but here.

“And what do you think I am hiding from?” Thaidakar asked, a snarl in his voice. The door appreciated being shattered once again, as it was already lying in the ground in the hallway.

"If I have that power?" Thaiakar said quietly. Their surroundings rippled into a desert oasis, a place of joy and happiness. A breeze washed over them. The wild life chattered noisily, the water lapped against its bounds. "I control reality."

Pretty good. Yours, @Wierdo?

Thaidakar swung Lerac into the ceiling by his arm, headfirst. He ripped his arm away from Lerac. Thaidakar gritted his teeth, glaring at him as he was about to jump and fly off again. Thaidakar rushed into Bookwyrm, slamming him into the wall. ”You have never known, nor do I wish you to know what I have gone through for millennia,” Thaidakar growled. “Imagine if the ones you loved most were killed again and again and again for an eternity. Imagine being abandoned over and over again. Imagine the unimaginable. I have caused pain, so much pain… let me go, Bookwyrm, let me go.”

XD it's perfect.

A few lines on the page stood out as it flew into the air from the burst. -will tell him today. He needs to know. For the safety of the clinic and for the safety of- Thaidakar's hand twisted, grabbing Lerac's wrist. A jolt of energy threw him back, or, at least, distracted him momentarily. Even as he did so, there was a mixed expression on his face, almost one of hesitation. Yet, as soon as it had appeared, it had vanished.

Thaidakar didnt seem too much affected, beyond a slight twitch of his lip. Thaidakar didn’t respond, encapsulated in the throes of his mental capability The bar shook, sending bits of the ceiling down. Dust and gravel showered over Bookwyrm. “so you can’t answer,” Thaidakar said; and his voice quavered. “Reality is what is real. And then what is real?” He laughed bitterly. “My reality is what I make it.” with a violent burst of red light, Bookwyrm was thrown out of Thaidakar’s mind and across the room. Thaidakar rose into the air lethargically, red power flowing from his fingertips to snake through the air. The serpentine arrows circled around those in the room. “I am reality.” the light exploded around them, sending those in the room flying. Thaidakar shot through the door, flying through the hallway.

Thaidakar was silent, his bright glowing red eyes seemingly staring at nothing at all as Bookwyrm's hands were on his temples. He was in the center of the room, Bookwyrm infront of him. His desk was in ruins, his bed: shambles. Pages flittered in the air from his books and journals. One page landed in front of Tal, bright letters staring up at him. A small, octoganal orb bumped into Lerac's toe. Each face of it had a different rune on it, and it appeared to be able to be readjustable to make different configurations of runes. "What is reality?" Thaidakar's voice said from above Bookwyrm. When he reached the entrance of the bar, Bookwyrm found a hexagonal mass of energy blocking the way out. Reflected in each hexagon of power was a shadowy figure, just out of view, laughing at him.

It isn't necessarily that Melishi was a bond smith. It might have been that he just had a strong connection to the spiritual realm built by his previously being a bond smith. It might also be that he has some sort of relationship with BAM or else the unmade as a whole. Maybe he assisted in their creation unintentionally, or perhaps intentionally, regretted it later, and tried to fix it in some way.

At first, Bookwyrm was unnoticed. Red energy surged around Bookwyrm mentally as he saw a swirling image of a pristine hallway with a woman in Thaidakar's arms. Tears fell onto her. He was whispering something out of earshot, but he looked in more pain than Bookwyrm had ever seen him previously. His head shot up, seeing Bookwyrm. He hissed and leapt at Bookwyrm. Bookwyrm was in an empty bar, a cup in his hand with voices around him. His armed moved without thought, pouring the liquids into his mouth, searing his throat. The cup refilled and his hand did the same thing again. "You're not real..." Thaidakar said. It was more of a question than a statement. "You can't be real..."

"Why..." he whispered. Before letting them respond, a bubble of energy exploded from him, knocking the bird and Bookwyrm back into the wall. "WHY?"

Thaidakar's jaw was clenched, his eyes burning with fiery magic. Tears glowing with the same fire dripped down his cheeks. His tears evaporated swiftly and he floated into the air a few feet. His eyes fixed on the bird and bookwyrm and his lip trembled. "You're not real..." he whispered.

His message was met by a wall of pain and anguish. One phrase was being repeated again and again as sharp needles of grief surged against Bookwyrm, pushing him away from Thaidakar's mind. GET OUT OF MY HEAD! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

14. watching YouTube shorts.