Nathrangking

Really?

Potentially.

You'd be surprised.

"I suppose." I nod to Baalhan who follows me through the open portal.

Oh?

Ok.

Agreed.

As you say.

My misfortune strikes once again. H.R. quietly laid me off no warning or indication of what was coming just an email with the information of how to apply for unemployment and a message that I was being let go. I tend to take things in stride, but seriously my salary makes a difference to their poorly handled budget? It's ridiculous!! Now I have no job in an unforgiving and over-saturated work market. If I was even a little less poised and if the interest on my debts had not been paused I would be in horrific shape. When will it end. Since my college graduation it has been one thing to the next. The frustration that I usually keep a tight lid on is dangerously close to showing. It takes a great deal to get me, but this is a bit much. It just stacks and stacks. I pride myself on my control. Now that control is in danger. I rant and I rave, and yet you all listen. I am so grateful for all of you. I have few places to vent and this is by far the most effective one. Thank you all for being here and listening.

Muffins.

"Why do they seek you Tazeroth? What do they want?" Baalhan replaces his bow.

And on Ice Cream.

Whipped Cream.

Waffles.

Pi

Did they play cards against the Cosmere or Sanderson Elimination?

Likely.

Quite.

Yup.

Yay

The wave of heat settles on the hurricane. The air crackles and bends as the heat is distributed through the storm.

I call waves of heat to me. "Release the winds the heat is ready."

"I can superheat the winds that you call to force the into one place."

I redirect the heat from the burning Croven to ignite thousands more. "A smokescreen will only aid us to escape at this point." I throw my lightning blade which arcs beams of lightning that strikes dozens of Croven. Baalhan calmly keeps firing his arrows.

A rectifiable mistake.