Nathrangking

My latest theory is perhaps Restares is some bastard of the Kholin line who has been in hiding. Though we shall see. Listen if it's such an exotic vintage it's a good way to keep wine lovers out of her secrets.

Who knows maybe we'll get to see some heavy drama in the book leading to book 5's climax. Disposable characters and some non disposable characters it is time to go to the beyond!

Ialai the great wine expert of our time. Knower of secrets and not nearly as dangerous it seems as she was made out to be. The ghostbloods and their plots are infuriating. Really we are just killing highprinces now? So many spies so little time. Also am I the only one who wants to know who is making Odium fabrial tech. Elsecaller fused perhaps? This paranoia cannot be good for Shallan's mental state it just can't. Restares whoever you are now is the time to come out and ally yourself with Dalinar before you end up in the ground.

*Wins without voting.*

*Winsy.*

*Wind swept.*

*Windmills.*

*Wins.*

*Wins.*

Despite myself I chuckle. "I have many times been called a god though honestly I don't know that I'm that powerful. I don't know what this prime faction that you speak of is. I'm from a far away place. I was the first of my kind. Born with creation. I have lived Eons and yet I age like all things."

"I am Nathrangking." @Negative_Null Baalhan stops and frown. Something feels very wrong about this it's all too simple. The other realms don't call to him as they once did. "Very good. I'm in a dream state. I hate these." Baalhan retreats into a mental darkness. "Come Mars and Ares. Here we three are equal." Two figures shrouded in shadow appear. "Now let us see how we can escape this place."

*Wins.*

This is why the man needs a blade!! Swallow your pride stormfather and take one for the team. Can you imagine the highstorm controlling sprenblade. Odium give up now!!

Such things require very careful consideration. I must mull this as I continue to win.

"She is welcome to sit by the fire. However, she must earn the right to be called one of us." I fix Kyl in my gaze for a moment, before gazing back into the flames.

What is the mist in the sky? Are those windspren? Hmm... curious.

Truthless. Shard Politics is such a dangerous thing. I could be smitten for blasphemy. (besides winning the hard way is the most fun.)

*Wins.*

Could be.

Maximilian climbs the stairs and goes to his room. Once he is inside he closes the door and locks it. He mutters a several words under his breath and his luggage appears in his room from the aether. With a wave of his hand his luggage unpacks itself. He walks over to the bed and collapses into unconsciousness.

I have enough.

Wins?

Cool. Would you rather be a Nicrosil Misting or Gold Compounder?

Maximilian smiles. "For several weeks at least. I have not slept in a proper bed for months."

"A little bit of both I think. We seek to adventure, but we are uncertain what the future golds for us." I rise and make my way over to Fadran I sit beside him. "We have both lost this day. Seclusion will be our downfall. When you are ready I'm here." I rise and return to the fire. @Channelknight Fadran