Thaidakar the Ghostblood

"What is my goal?" Darkness asked ponderously, not the slightest bit of surprise on his face that Xyr was there. "What indeed..." Darkness stood, striding over to Xyr's table, stirring his drink with a light finger. He sat, taking a sip. He looked Xyr over, cold examination on his face. He waited, not saying a word, sipping his drink. Finally, he said, "My goal? You ask me what it is... I say that I have many goals, not merely one. One of them is to find the greatest alcoholic beverage in all of TLT and beyond, but that is not what you were looking for, is it? Another is to achieve full powers once more from all of the Shadows, carbon copies of myself. That is not what you are looking for either, I presume, as that seems to be common knowledge... "What is my big goal, then?" Darkness asked rhetorically, "That is a loaded question that would open up my every action to the whole of TLT." He had another sip of his drink. "What is my real goal? the goal that encompasses it all? I want to end falsehoods." There. That should satisfy them all for now... It is the truth, if only partially. "I want to end deceptions and lies. And, greatest of all, I want to remove a few certain powers from TLT. Powers that have caused more harm than good..." "An alliance between us could be profitable," Darkness said, "I could use another army... Yet, I need to ask, in return, what would you take? What would you want? Everyone has some sort of need... "Ever since the character revolution, there have been more motivations, so what is yours, Xyr? What is yours? And, furthermore, what is your goal?" Darkness asked. He had another sip of his drink, waiting for Xyr to respond to his overly long monologue. Sorry, must've missed it.

What proposal?

Thus it was that the Nearest Thing attacked Abalador with all of its might. @TheRavenHasLanded

The Nearest Thing tried not to take personal offense.

XD. Can I hire him to say the same to my best friend and her not-boyfriend?

That is... Wow. Just wow. Panda, that is... I don't know how to say what I feel about it. I just know that I feel it deep in me that I know how that is like. I love it, Panda. I love it soooooo much. I do admit, however, that I thought the character in question was a human until I got to the end and had to reread it to actually know what it was about.

I'm not, but I am also telling you not to underestimate the power of writing jokes and funny prose.

I would like to point out so that you are not disappointed: there are a lot of over powered characters, indeed my antagonist, Darkness, who you may face off against if you get involved heavily in the plot, is one of these. Just be warned that it may not work against a lot of characters, there are a lot of ways to get out of being attacked. Narration, which is basically writing puns (not making puns, puns about writing), using stuff used in writing in a funny way as a defense or attack or just saying "Whazam, something just happened out of thin air!" Anytime! XD

"you're carrying a magic stick," the air pointed out.

Somewhere in TLT, a giant turtle realized that it wasn't where it was supposed to be.

I agree. It would ruin TLT's future randomness after this plot ends. I also think that we should keep the plot here for now, as it is making the thread quite long. Which is, after all, the goal.

I'm glad you liked it! I'll have another coming tomorrow or on Friday. It'll have Spook and Darkness in it most likely.

It didn't... I feel it was just three days ago that it was my birthday.

Here's my advice: Don't think about it. Simply take a wild, random idea from your head, take a deep breath, close your eyes for as long as you need to, then start typing the idea out. Don't think about how wrong it could be or how bad it might be, just do it. Once you have a few posts out, you'll start to get it. Though, I also recommend not doing my method of posting gigantic things with three different PoVs per thing with ginormous lore.

Sorry this took so long, I've been trying to have time to finish it. I also went through like three different openings. Only this one worked... the others gave a very wrong vibe for it. I put a summary at the end for y'all if you don't want to read it all, but I highly recommend reading it. It has some things that are big set up for the future of these characters and what Darkness is doing in TLT. To the average viewer, Darkness's arrival at the center of the arena was something out of a myth. Something legendary beyond knowledge. Something beyond what should've been possible, even in TLT. To Rond, however, it was ordinary. Something that he'd seen a million times and would probably see a million times more. It was interesting to him how his mind worked, so acclimated to seeing the fantastical that everything in the world had faded to an ordinary status in his head. So it was that Rond didn't see it quite the same when Darkness flew up from his throne, power spraying around him, the fabric of reality shifting around him causing the very air to crystalize for seconds. As it returned to its gaseous state, the air erupted in violet flames for a few moments. Darkness landed, the stones of the pinnacle melting as they met his armored feet. Rond bowed graciously, the fleet of priests and priestesses behind and around him following the suit of their high priest. Darkness looked at them, pale faced and stone eyed. Finally, he said in his impressive, perfect voice, "Rise, my people, my priests, my priestesses, my subjects, my children. Today, I ascend further to glory! Today, I receive power for the millennia!" The crowd cheered as they all rose. Shadow struggled against the horn rimmed altar, cursing both himself and Darkness in the same breath. Rond regarded him sadly in his mind. Another victim of Darkness' reign and Rond's folly. Rond could've stopped it then. Could've moved and drawn Darkness into a fight, freed Mythos with a click of a button, saved himself from damnation. Could've, should've, didn't. Rond didn't move, standing there, adjusting his black priest's robe, watching as Darkness summoned a long bladed knife. The knife thrummed with energy, twisting in each second an observing eye watched it. Darkness raised it high, "Today, one more Shadow dies! Today, I become more alive! Die, shadow of Darkness!" Rond closed his eyes, frowning. I cannot do something. Not today. Perhaps not ever. Darkness grinned like the Cheshire Cat as he readied his knife. Below him, Shadow squirmed, looking up at the original version of himself. "You are weak," Darkness spat at him. "I will make you strong in me!" "You are an animal," Shadow said calmly. "You are a plague that deserves to perish." "Oh, enough with that self righteous talk," Darkness said. "Goodbye, Brighton." Darkness flexed his fingers against the knife. Shadow smiled one last time, "Goodbye, Brighton." The knife fell. Black and purple veins crept up Darkness's arms from the knife as it fell yet again. Darkness smiled as he felt the power roar in himself, restoring part of what was lost. Cheers roared around him as he raised the knife higher in triumph. One more bit of power taken. But how much more would he have to get? Only time and a scotch would tell. An hour later, Mythos sat in a velvety green parlor, a drink in front of him, a warlord across the table. Mythos didn't touch the drink, but looked resolutely at the table, the engravings and wonderful craftsmanship. Darkness smiled at Mythos, sipping from his drink. Mythos knew by now that it was Darkness' favorite. Scotch. He felt hatred in every bit of him for what this man stood for and who he was. This man! This god! This horrible being! He knew him and that made it all the more worse for Mythos. "Doubtless," Darkness said, interrupting Mythos's thoughts rudely, "You haven't had even a sip yet because you don't want to ruin the perfectly made liquor with your spittle. What else could it be?" "I'm not in the mood," Mythos grunted. "Your foul rites are a perversion against the ancient prophesies! A perversion against the religion you once held and that I still hold dear!" "Religion is a tool," Darkness said drily, "Nothing more. Have a drink." "No, I will not be drunken while talking to you!" Mythos said, feeling Valaran rise within him. "I will not fall victim to what trap you have prepared!" "How mighty the king is in his rags and chains," Darkness said with a chuckle. "The dog barks with little bite." "Do not toy with me, Brighton," Valaran's shade said, straightening in his seat. "You deserve death!" "You also, withergeist, you also," Darkness said. "Many deserve death but do not receive it, such is with you and me." "You are despicable!" He burst out. "You are reprehensible! Abhorrent! Horrible! Heinous-!" "I see that, you too, have read the dictionary in their free time," Darkness said lightly. "Now, shall we enjoy our drinks, or shall they go to waste?" Mythos glared at him, searching his mind for a way to respond. Darkness smiled, seeing the thoughts work on Mythos's face. "My friend," Darkness said, leaning forward, "You are not the same as you were once. Neither am I. Shall we forget the past and move on to the future? You are not Valaran, stop pretending that you are. You don't remember it. Oh, sure," he said, seeing the look on Mythos' face, "You can see how it looked, you have a fragment of his inner thoughts, but you do not have his feelings. You do not have his big ideas or plans. You are not the same ambitious young man who was crowned king. I am not Brighton, I am Darkness. I am forever changed, and so are you." Mythos gritted his teeth, "Valaran would've defeated you by now. I could've defeated you..." "You can't." Darkness said, falling back into his seat and having a sip of his drink. "You can't be him. Get over it." "This is an odd way to manipulate me," Mythos said, finally raising his glass and having a long drink. "It is good." Mythos admired the drink. "However, a good drink does not mean I will join you." Darkness shrugged, "At least you talk now... Maybe I'll get you to stop being self righteous sometime. For now... I do believe it is time that you are whipped again." Mythos scowled, "I thought you were trying to be hospitable?" "Did I ever say that?" Darkness said, grinning. He straightened, his expression turning to a thin line, "Your disrespect is infectious, Mythos. Have fun!" In a commanding tone, he Spoke, words twisting in the air to two guards standing nearby, "Take him away." The guards came, grabbing Mythos' arms. Mythos didn't struggle, glaring at Darkness, "I still don't like you!" "I don't like you either," Darkness said smoothly as they dragged Mythos away to his prison. "We know each other, Mythos, or at least we have memories of our former selves. It's close enough to being friends..." "Not in my book," Mythos was taken out the door. Darkness sighed, resting his hands on the seat. His meeting with Mythos had gone exactly as he'd planned it to go. Wonderful. Soon, Mythos would know what it would be like to give freedom willingly and with a smile. Soon, but not yet. SUMMARY: Basically, a ritual happens where Darkness sacrifices Shadow in front of a giant crowd and forces Mythos to watch. Afterwards, Darkness starts making it so that Mythos and him are friends, like old times, while he talks to Mythos at a bar in Darkness' palace. If you want more, read the above.

lol. Sanderson Memes tho...

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Airplane?

Sanderson Memes tho.

true, it would be a little mean. Unfortunately.