Thaidakar the Ghostblood

XD It's okay.

When someone asks you to date them, but you don't want to, be like Amulek in this verse in Alma. Alma:11:29. Idk, I just found this randomly and started laughing because I instantly pictured a scenario where someone asks me to date them and I say in a romantic way, "I have an answer... It's in Alma. Alma chapter eleven verse 29." I'm going to have to much fun if this ever happens-

awwww...

TLT, Stick Club, Mistborn Casting, Sanderson Memes, RoW memes. Easy.

it is though.

I'm dressing up as a camper from Camp Halfblood. No-one in specific. This is really just an excuse to carry around my sword so that kids don't try to threaten me.

Precisely!

Beautiful, Wizard, simply and truly... beautiful. There is little else to say about these words you have written. They are beautiful, amazing, wonderful... but none of them quite sums it up.

In that case, now that I'm here to talk to in case of anything. *hugs*

Since you've been feeling down lately, is there anything I can do to help? Like at all?

maybe I can make some for future posts, but you're going to have to suffer through my previous big posts if you want the tidbits and plot from those ones.

That's an interesting way to put it. Though, I would add that Narrators don't have to be yourself. They can be, and it's fun when they are, but they don't have to represent you. For example, Thaidakar was only partially a representation of me. However, I made a conscious decision to make him his own character and not me after a certain point. Before I put this out, I would like to say that none of the opinions expressed by Darkness are my own. That is all. Darkness strode through the hallways, armored feet clicking against the ground, each step bringing further Void into the world. Sycophants, servants and priests circled around him, trying to keep pace. Their endless talk annoyed him. The worst thing about taking up a spot as a god among men was how they worshipped you. They wanted you to end their problems once and or all, merely because they believed in you. Darkness sniffed, it was as if they expected religion to help them in any way. They blindly followed, hoping that, somehow, they would get a true miracle. That never happened in religion, Darkness would know. He'd once been one of the high priests of a grand religion of prophesy. But he now knew that had never been true. Truly, it had been a fabrication designed to prepare the world based on prophesies that had been produced by chance. It was also true, Darkness had found in every case, of every other religion in the history of TLT and the multiverse. There was no such thing as a true religion, only fabrications made for their creator's benefit and legacy. Darkness used religion for the perks. One, if you were a deity, you would be given more respect than otherwise. Two, if you were a deity, people would follow you to the ends of time. Three, civilian armies could be brought about far easier than in other ways. And fourthly, if one is a deity, they can ask things that no king could ever ask of their subjects. That, above all the others, was what Darkness valued most of all. Obedience was a virtue, for lesser individuals. Darkness turned a corner, the Hall of Sacrifice approaching ahead. The King and the Shadow were there, waiting for him. It was time to perform the most sacred of all sacred rituals, or so his followers called it. He stopped in front of the large marble doors, monolithic carvings adorning it. This whole palace had been created from Narration. It was exactly what he wanted it to be. He put a hand against the door, feeling the carved stone, tingling with tainted Narration. He felt the crowd inside, waiting for his arrival. Behind him, the group of about ten people moved about anxiously. Darkness breathed in and out. It was a remnant of his past, the thought, the instinct to wait for a moment and sense the crowd. He didn't need it now. Yet he still did it. Why? He had no idea besides the fact that it was familiar, and familiar things are what a man holds on to when all else fails him. Brighton smiled softly, recalling those days. What a man he had been... but those days were over. Never to be found again. Darkness opened his eyes, stepping back. He put his hands to his shoulders. A rippling red cape spread from his hands, rippling through a breeze that wasn't there. The ends of it turned into purple mist, undulating around the edges of the cape. He adjusted his black and purple breastplate slightly, readying himself. The priests eyed him nervously, but Darkness paid them no heed. He put his hands to the doors and said a word. Power exploded from his hands, ripping the tall, stone doors from their hinges. They fell with a loud crash on the ground, sending heralding vibrations reverberating through the chamber. Silence felled as Darkness walked determinedly through the door, his crown less head more regal than any king, his eyes more sharp and powerful than most could have. Darkness walked to the blood red crystal throne, hovering two feet off the ground. He sat down, looking down at the enormous crowd and legions of priests. Darkness surveyed the silent crowd, the only noise coming from one of the two prisoners, struggling against his chains held by one of Darkness's priests. The high priest, a detestable fellow named Rond, stood next to Darkness' throne. He leaned towards Darkness, not bowing, "Now would be a good time to begin the ceremony, Th-your majesty." A smile clipped Darkness' face. Rond, the former friend of the corpse who's body Darkness now occupied. He was more loyal than all of Darkness' followers put together. "Thank you, Rond," he whispered softly. Darkness tapped his throat, adjusting it with Narration. Then, Darkness Spoke. His words weren't exactly said, nor were they thought. They simply were. To question their existence would be to question reality itself. They weren't something to be mistaken. They shifted through the air, coming to all of the audience, bold in their ears and brazen in their minds. "I am Darkness. I am King. I am god," Darkness said. "Today I gain more power, thus getting closer to the divine goal of creation. We will be free! We will emerge victorious from the hold of Narrators upon this world! In the final act of Narrators, I will end them all in myself! You are my people! I am your god! You will guide TLT once I am long gone! You are the future! I will bring you to the future and it will become whatever you want it to be! Let the sacrifice begin!" Darkness massaged his throat as the crowd cheered. "Bring me the king," Darkness muttered to Rond. "I would speak to him." "He is king no longer, your godliness," Rond replied shortly. "I wish you wouldn't call him that." "A king is no longer a king simply because he does not sit on a throne any more. He is a king, through and through. Bring him to me," Darkness said, emotion lacking utterly in his words. Except... for one word. "He is a king," Darkness muttered again, the last word sparking with emotion. Rond had left by now, putting Darkness's orders to affect. "There is no doubt about it. The lad is Zara's son, the king." Darkness didn't smile as two guards and two priests brought Mythos on his knees in front of his throne. "Go, prepare Shadow. Prepare the crowd," Darkness commanded the guards and priests. "I would talk to Valaran." They did as Darkness commanded, riling up the crowd and getting Shadow to the necessary spot. Valaran-Mythos-stood as soon as the guards let go of him. Yes, Mythos was a king. He wasn't who he'd been, not by a long shot, but there were the remnants. it was as if this were Valaran's descendant with features and gestures similar to Valaran, but not the same man. Not the same. Yet, one similar to Valaran was still akin to Valaran. And that was dangerous enough. "Zara loved you, Valaran. Very much." Mythos didn't move, watching Darkness like a panther ready to pounce at any given moment. "I know you better than you know yourself, my king," he said in a bitter humor, sarcasm edging the word "king." Darkness stepped off of his throne smoothly, meeting Mythos's eyes. Mythos was silent, his eyes taking in everything and nothing all at once. "You are a king, and a good one too. But a good king does what is best for his people, not best for his world. That is your fault. You wear it well," Darkness said carefully. It must be done cautiously, it must be done right. "I trust your stay in the dungeons has been... pleasurable?" "Your servants have an odd idea one what the word 'hospitality' means," Mythos replied, surly in every expression. Darkness nodded, "They are, after all, minor characters. What can you expect from them?" "A minor character is still a character," Mythos pushed. "Is it wrong to expect goodness from every character?" "Yes, if it ruins the story," Darkness said lightly. "And, again, if it disobeys prophesy." "Prophesy can be flexible." "Can it?" asked Darkness innocently. "Yes, yes it can," Mythos responded. "You are an example of that." "No!" Darkness said with mock dismay. "I am an example of prophesy fulfilled. You are an example of changed prophesy, not me." Mythos shrugged, "Sometimes prophesy can be changed for the better, if it helps everyone in the end." "But who is everyone? It's a populace, yes, but which populace?" Darkness postulated. "If one populace is helped, another is destroyed. If you change a prophesy about how much food there will be in a land, it could be changed so that the government of that area buys more food. If they buy more food, where they once would've had money to get mercenaries to protect them, they do not have that money any more. The will die on their piles of food, surrounded by enemies who they could've defended themselves from." "That is not likely to happen," Mythos said. "That is an example for a place that cannot exist here and thus does not apply. Do not tempt me, Brighton, with your games of logic." "Yes, your highness," Darkness said drily. "I am not your servant any longer. You are my prisoner. Saying it is otherwise is a folly." "Folly, yes, but no worse folly than your own actions and-" Darkness cut Valaran off, "No. Let us not dally in philosophy today, my friend. We have other things to do." Valaran grimaced at Darkness, "No. I am not your friend." "Good, then you know your place, prisoner." Darkness said, sitting back down on his throne. "We have a ritual to begin." "An animalistic show!" Mythos protested. "It is unholy in every respect and you know it, Brighton!" "An animalistic show for animals," Darkness said, waving it off with his hand. "They do not deserve something better, so they get the lesser examples. The higher things will come. Eventually." "Long live Darkness, the god of the lesser animal beings," Mythos muttered under his breath. A smile twerked Darkness's mouth, "Let the ritual begin!"

Sure! There's a big bad named Darkness trying to consume the powers of a multiverse hive mind called Shadow. Some people just exited some sort of shadow realm.

However you want, this is TLT. Anything can happen as long as you have some tenuous thread connecting it to everything else. Then again, you don't need to connect it. Just do whatever! We've been having a bout of plot for a few months now.

true, but I'm balancing at least the same amount of characters, more, actually, than in my actual book! I just automatically turn into a better writer when it's in bold. *grins* if you want to... Yeah, I'll put it in TLT memes.

XD I swear, when it comes to TLT, I'm good at writing characters, plot, etc. But when I sit down to actually write a book, it all vanishes and I'm left sitting there like "Well... huh."