Nathrangking

The counting in Alethi. Languages have always been a problem for me.

Found it fascinating though such things are beyond my abilities.

*Nods head and goes back to eating.*

*Continues to enjoy chocolate. Says the name of Ice cream and produces 3 bottomless cartons. Hands 1 to @AonEne and one to @DoomStick. Keeps one for self.*

They are useful lies as people follow them. *Proffers a copy of his prologue from the Creators Corner as a peace offering.* Warped Gate.docx

That would work in a realm without physics. Unfortunately, this realm has physics. *Still flash freezes.*

Heat is heat. *Bartender is flash frozen.*

*It would were it not for my control of heat. The fire has no effect and it is unharmed. A wind carries the chocolate back to me.* *Thanks Ene for the chocolate and proffers a copy of his prologue from the Creators corner for her to read.* Warped Gate.docx

*The punch passes through me as I make my form incorporeal. Continues to eat the chocolate.*

*Pronounces the name of chocolate and creates a perfect bar. Begins to eat bar.*

Spiritcleaver Magen Maves (Hebrew for death shield.)

I walk down the central path of a place that I had forgotten so long ago. My blade which has slain legions of darkness hangs limp at my side. I pull it off as I approach the town's central well and cast this accursed sword into the depths. A crown that was given by the grateful monarchs of this world is a weight unlike any other. The first hovel that I encounter is a dilapidated shack that belongs to a widow created by the hellish conflict that I fought. With tears in my eyes I approach the doorway. A figure whose heart I broke long ago stares at me with dead eyes. I grab the crown that glows with mystical jewels and hold it out to her. She approaches me rage filling her haggard form. She slaps it from my hand and pulls a dagger from her rags. "Do you think that this can make up for what you took from me? Unless you can bring him back you are better off dead." She tosses the knife at my armored chest and with a clang it falls at my feet. "That is what I think of your honor. If you could not save your brother by marriage why bother saving anyone at all?" I hang my head in shame as my sister tears open old sounds that fester with rot. I remember my oath to protect the father of my unborn niece. I recall how in an instant a horrifying curse obliterated him while I watched. She never knew her father who alone among the armies of the world rode to my aid. She will never know the man who at the darkest hours wove tales of hope that kept me fighting. I turn to leave this place and go where no one knows me. A hand on my shoulder freezes me in a way no spell ever could. "Tell me that he died bravely protecting the realm. I understand why you took him from me. Don't go now and leave us alone please come back to us." I turn to see the one who never knew her father with tears pouring down my face. "Why don't you hate me? I killed him. I was chosen to take the fate of humanity into my hands. I played god. HATE ME! SPIT AT ME! CURSE MY NAME! DON'T FORGIVE ME!" The armor that protected me from so many enemies cursed me. It forced me to survive and return here. "You gave me as much as you took away. You gave the world a hope for a better future. If l hated you for that I would be no better than the monsters that you destroyed. Tell me that he died a bravely." "I was a coward and he died a hero. Let me go. There is no prophetic hero here just one who has lost too much and caused others to suffer." "No. The hero is not the victor. The hero is the man who despite loss emerges changed for the better. Come join us uncle and be the hero that you deny being." She smiles and in her eyes her father shines forth. I take a breath and kick eyes with my sister. I strip off my armor and leave it in a heap. I step into the house with my niece by my side and close the door on my past as I enter my future. A mage shows you your future as the leader of the greatest minstrel troupe in history. However, to achieve this you must turn your back on your true passion underwater basket weaving. What do you do?

*continues to eat popcorn.*

*Waves hand and pops a bucket of popcorn. Begins to eat as the poptart burns.*

Haiku Ascent The colors take flight. Crisp air washes the spirit clean. Waking, rising, dawn.

Ah!! Perspective is a tricky thing see an (Ethan Sedai) above comment for a possible explanation. I corrected it by adding a trigger. Follow the thread more will come. EDIT: @TheVillageIdiot feel free to vote in this thread's new poll.

*My Win!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

Ah yes unnatural things going on perhaps something is happening here. See an above comment for a bit of insight. Follow the thread if you are interested in seeing more as more will come!! EDIT: @Ammanas feel free to vote in this thread's new poll.

Youth

The grammar was a good catch by all. It has been corrected. Follow the thread if you are interested in seeing more as more will come!! I have since corrected the grammar. As for the contrived dialogue see my comment to @Ethan_Sedai. Follow the thread if you are interested in seeing more as more will come!! EDIT: @Jaywalk & @Toaster Retribution feel free to vote in this thread's new poll.

Number

*weaves light.*

*destroys evil.*

*Flares zinc.*