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Nathrangking

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Nathrangking last won the day on August 3 2022

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About Nathrangking

  • Birthday 08/29/2016

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    Master and overlord of all magics both good and evil
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    Writing poetry etc..., Reading the Cosmere, Military History, Mythology, as well as countless other interests. I am the all powerful creator and destroyer of worlds and realities. Poet, Author, Playwright, Screenwriter, Bibliophile a few titles of many that create the form of the enigma.

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  1. Day 4 and things are better than I could ever dream!                                                                

                                                             The Standard

    Skies painted with hues most divine shine with an inner glow that struggles to break free of bonds mightier than imagination. They cascade across the realm and awaken vitality that rests just beneath cold and unfeeling rock and dust. Forests spring forth from clay scorched and lacking in even the illusion of life. Fields of grain and vast orchards ascend and offer libations of thanks and praise. Nature sings and rejoices to a song unlike any that has ever existed in the realm of mortal flesh. Every note is a sculptor that carves regions into artistic forms that no mere frail human could hope to shape on their own. Forms so sinuous and beautiful shout from the heights the kinds of glorifying words that only divinities deserve. Souls by the legion are led into a state of joy that seems fleeting and yet extends into eternity. Halls of laughter sacrosanct, sanctified, and sacred are filled with tapestries born beyond the reach of comprehension of those that will one-day end rush into the vastness of time. That most amazing flowing incredible cloak of sovereignty whose rich colors chase darkness into the void is clasped to the back of the mistress of this place. Dancing birds and beasts celebrate as though they can never hope to again rejoice after this day has run its course. Steps and flapping wings penetrate the heart calling forth things that were thought to be buried in shadow. Light spinning and whirling so strong and at the same time fragile races to envelop all in an embrace that is from another plane. Even gods and goddesses gather to appoint their new ruler. Empress who awoke the slumbering spirit and reignited life in the desiccated and dried-out husk I crown you in laurels purer than the light of the twins of night and day. To you now is a greatness that cannot be undone. Forevermore, that which is said of you shall be the sign of your coronation.

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