Nathrangking

I frown as the portal slams shut before Baalhan and I can leave. "You fear these birds? With our combined might we could destroy them. Baalhan shall we hunt birds?" Baalhan rolls his eyes "Perhaps."

Depends on the trend. I was keeping things going on that front. *Wins.*

Was a book by the russian author leo tolstoy and several film adaptations. Winner PI

Anna Karenina with a twist. A farewell to wins

Winna Karenina

It seems his plan is to diverge from the books a bit. Someone was not sold on Ham and Docks being Women. He said that:

I reach deep inside myself and pull mysel back into my mind-scape. Baalhan and Tazeroth appear beside us. "As I said I will aid you should you require it." I withdraw into the real world. Baalhan appears with me.

He also mentioned this

True. The path of the win.

*Takes a bow.* Winning Heights

I'm an early riser! It happens. The winbird

Swan Win

The win and I

Into the wins

Win of a salesman

I turn my head toward Tazeroth. "What is it that you fear? We should be safe in this mindscape." I turn my head back toward Baalhan. "I called you because of the growing void that I felt in the reality which I had traveled to. Seromne odirere wrwras." In a flash of power Baalhan learns of all that has transpired. "This is why I called you." Baalhan chuckles. "What problems you get yourself into. For eons you have always needed me to save you. Maybe once you can return the favor. Ashchak Toruk. That should free both of you from your obvious struggles." Strength floods me and frees me from invisible chains that hold me in place. "I turn back toward Tazeroth. "Where are my manners? Tazeroth, behold Baalhan the embodiment of war, tactics and slaughter."

Tazeroth and I fall through space, time, and memory to realm unlike anything that I have ever seen. All around crystal statues glow and speak ancient words that resonate through my soul. A strange power permeates it. It is so familiar and yet so unfamiliar it defies even my ability to put into accurate words. My limbs are frozen and I curse in ancient Sumerian again. "Baalhan you father of war answer me" The air ripples with power as I try to reach through this reality to the god of war. The air fizzles and crackles as assaults of sound fly forth. A single booming voice roars out over the din. "Nathrangking what is this?" Reality seems to bend as some force tries to create a gate between the realms. A humanoid figure with the torso of a man, the head of a dragon, The wings of a Gryphon, and the lower body of bear bursts forth. He wears a full suit of armor from the neck down that radiates raw power. Across his back he wears a quiver and massive longbow of enchanted wood and metal. He also carries a nine foot long great sword. "Why have you called me to this place. There is something wrong about this realm." @xinoehp512

Chromium or Nicrosil folks *drops mic and walks out.*

In short one of my oldest friends saw me rereading final empire. Asked me what it was wordlessly handed it to him sent him on his way. Shortly thereafter he became one of us.

The win menagerie

A streetcar named win

Cloudy with a chance of wins

uh uh

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