Nathrangking

Probably has something to do with the desire of people to delude themselves.

There is little chance of that

*Wins.*

Excellent.

*Wins.*

*Wins.*

Meh

To win is shardic. To win last is Shardic.

"I am able to bring them back if I act quickly. In death his spell was broke and if they were under his control they are now free." Baalhan begins to chant and sapphire magic begins to stream toward the dead. Their bodies heal completely in an instant. Their eyes remain closed, but they begin to breathe normally. The fire that had consumed Santonio goes out and he is made whole like the others. "It is done."

"I have known his like for eons. He rules over those who serve him either because of the power that he gives them or because they lack choice. He gives nothing without a cost. Killing is never the first choice. However, there are times when it must be done to keep true horror from escaping into the world. all that he understands is power. If there were another way I would follow it here however there is little that can be done that will keep us from falling into the bonds of slavery that he would impose upon all if given the chance."

Baalhan turns to Vapor. "The king had little intention of letting us leave here unscathed, He had to be made to realize that he cannot play games with his guests."

As Baalhan vanishes he grins dangerously. A powerful laugh shakes the room as in a wave of sapphire light slams into everyone in the room. Baalhan appears six feet tall amidst the Holids. He spins in a circle his broadsword catching the two greens and cutting through them as though they were air. They were dead before they could even scream. He bares his draconic fangs as he grabs Santoio by the throats and impales him on his blade. He mutters a word and Santonio bursts into flames. He pulls his blade out of the screaming Holid. The other Holids fire their magic uselessly as he fells them one by one. In a manner of moments all of the Holids save the king himself are dead or dying. "You were mistaken to try and imprison the embodiment of slaughter! I am eons old and you are, but a speck of dust." He chants a quick incantation and the king is bound hand and foot in unbreakable sapphire chains. "Let's try this again will you grant us passage or not?"

"Enough games." The glow from Baalhan's armor becomes blinding. He pivots and grabs the king by the back of his neck hauling him off of the floor. with a single gauntlet covered hand "Hear me mortal. These are honorable being if you do not command that we all be free to go then here you will die." His voice stays calm despite his rage. His blade appears from the aether and he holds it against the king's neck. HE grows in size until he towers over everyone.

Spelling is mostly irrelevant. It's a stew. The question of ingredients tends to differ person to person. To each their own.

Now for the important question: Chulent with potatoes or without?

*Gratefully accepts.*

Life happens

I just did good move.

Ah the win what a rare thing.

*wins without waffles and ice cream*

Baalhan bristles within at being ignored by this so called king. He keeps himself stoic.

*Wins.*

*Eyes the strawberries.*