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  1. Nathrangking
    *Hugs.*
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    Now see it's a wonder that there are no cards for these things.
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    It is a Sentient ancient being made of flame that takes on the shape of a fox. It escaped a prison which Nath was warden of for eons. He also originally trapped the fox to begin with.
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    *Hugs*
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    As far as I'm aware I only have one truly famous relative. I'm related to Rav Shlomo Gazfried author of the Kitzur Shulchan Aruch on my mother's side. That is Yichus!! The person below me thinks that the Star Wars Sequel Trilogy is better than the originals.
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    I allow the barbs to fly and despite the seriousness of the situation I let out a chuckle. Amusement ascends and I let loose with peals of laughter. One who understands little would judge? Once my laughter subsides words drowning in neutrality act as a shield. "What I have done in war killed none who were innocent. Combatants are not innocent. Those who rise up to subjugate others are guilty. Those who I have killed were always guilty. In eons of fighting I have never killed innocents. Tell me how clean are your hands that you can act as a judge?"
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    Either would count. (Aramaic was running through my head as I typed.) All of those years of Chumash and Gemara really paid off. True. The person below me has seen a marvel movie more than once in theaters.
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    What they think that they understand. Youth how I long for your foolish clutches. I sigh and with a thought banish it all. Everything ceases. A weird calm settles over all. "Words carry little weight. Act is you wish for your words to have meaning."
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    Week #4 Poem #4

     

    Battleground of Remembrance 

    Vibrant tongues leap into the air and grab at the heights of the cosmos with a grip that will yield to none. Dirtied light paints the walls of a city at the edge of a vast forest under siege by divinities born of wrath. Sundered earth scorched by insatiable hands bears witness to once mighty splintered chains that held back those who sneer at the work of mortal hands. All that might once have flourished in this realm has been utterly consumed. A silent anathema ruddy in the blood of slain enemies gazes upon that which they would demand as tribute from those who still live.

     

    Onyx clouds hang over all as though they are hooded demons born to drag all into desolation everlasting. Atop the cracked towers of this last mortal bastion, warriors drained of nearly all vitality hold trembling weapons in hand. Eyes that tear flesh and drain humanity until all that remains is a wasteland unfit for even the damned twinkle with a twisted joy. If not for the screams of those who are lost and the chorus that is the prelude dirges there would be impenetrable silence. Only a being neither warrior, nor infernal king, nor even monster could bear the stain of the slaughter to some.

     

    Humid stillness combines with the flames that have begun to destroy from within this last defense of mortals to create the summoning that call cautious carrion from where they hide. Sounds that shake with wild abandon the ground to the very depths rips away all warmth from the blood of those who hear its bestial growls. These noises call back the dead so that they may for a second time know the embrace of life’s final labored breath. Rulership is meaningless when deities turn on each other shredding supposedly immortal flesh and setting loose horrors ever worse.

     

    As though the eyes of the heavens carry the weight of sadness, torrential rain begins to fall at the moment when there are few who will remember the events of the moments to come. Cleansing blows strike fast reducing the growls to whimpers that are lost to the drums of the sky. Those who have risen are chased back to their slumber and those who called them are cast violently aside and broken before primordial warriors who attack from above with brilliant spears. Vanished are those who consume memory. Those who were forgotten rule once more.      

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    I do. The person below me has learned a text written in a dead language.
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    Somewhat. Earth Science was a high school subject. The person below me has written computer code.
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    Alas, I have not. The person below me has gone to see at least one movie on the night that it premiered.
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    This is fun!! What is the wrong thing to say when you realize that Hoid is secretly your next door neighbor?
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    Nah. I know that we are all on SCT (Standard Cosmere Time.) The person below me has never had pizza.
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    All of the rawness contained within my bestial soul infuses my speech. I gaze wrathfully at the young fool who appears before me. "I bring death to my enemies. If I die they will be destroyed along with me." A thought crosses my mind and the beast retreats. "I can die now. Wrath is not enough." Wisdom returns and I blanch. "You wish to help me? How?" The storm begins to slow.
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    The whole Dalinar is secretly Taln's personal trainer aspect was a bit predictable. Vasher's new rock band was a nice touch.
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    A growl escapes my lips. Somewhere a spark of reason glows just beyond my reach. With another string of curses I exclude from the destruction the figure who makes claims of assistance.
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    I tumble through the air as something throws me to the side. The winds arrest my flight suddenly. Curses older than memory spill from my lips. Faster and faster the winds blow. The carnage on the field grows as my rage is freed. The earth explodes as for miles all heat flees turning the ground into an icy tundra. I see the silver fire that burns through the sky, but it has no meaning. Unmitigated power weaves my terrible song. Blinding arrows pour from the heights at ever quicker rates as my heart rate. Walls of burning slam into all that my eyes can see. Reality protests and screams as I laugh.
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    Rage and pain clash within my battered body. Power and weakness feed into each other. The beast within grows more powerful. All around me the storms pick up in intensity. Sheets of icy rain become clouds of obscuring steam that cling to my form. Shouting winds fuse with crashing thunder to create a chorus singing my praise. Jagged hail falls amid lightning spears that seek to honor my wishes. Two moments of lucidity flash amidst the chaos that I have made. With a roar I command the chaos to stay clear of Herate and Vale. My commands shake both heaven and earth. Flying stones refuse their natural path for they fear my wrath. All of the powers that I have wrought tear this place asunder. At the same time I speak in a voice as the gentlest of brooks from a place so far away and so long ago. In the tongue of creation I reach out to the essence of the Fox and create a loose binding in reality. I open a doorway that only it can open. Beyond it the scents of the spirits of the 440 infernal lords can be detected by my soul and that to whom this realm is now open. Kindness departs as I leave an opening to a place where the Fox could perhaps rule if it sought such a destiny. Then all is gone, but the animal. I wait for my foe as my agony fades into the background.
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    Well Corona has been quite the experience as you all well know. Prior to Covid time was not on my side. I was running from one thing to the next juggling a million things with 10,000 worries as I have often enough expressed to the Shard. Until Corona believe it or not I had never dated. Once Corona began I dived into the world of online dating. This was back in March and has for the most part not gone too well at all. I have been ghosted quite a bit over these many months and there where truthfully times when I was tempted to quit until after everything got back to normal. However, today for the very first time I managed to engage in a conversation with a potential date which translated into one. We set up an official Zoom date for later this week. It may be too early for me to jump up and down for joy, but it's something that I can't write off because in the time of Corona any good thing should be celebrated.
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    *Hugs.* Hang in there. You are greater than you know. Thank You. I'm doing ok. Thankfully it is not terrible. Same to you!
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    Congratulations @Knight of Iron for reaching 1000!! Here is to a thousand more awesome posts to come!!!
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    The answer that we sought: Chaos There has been a question in the fandom ever since [Rhythm of War] Part One, where we learned that the Thrill got tossed in the ocean. Brandon Sanderson They, at Jasnah's suggestion (which came through Hoid), locked it in an aluminum box and threw it in the ocean. The argument for this being that anywhere they could hide it, the enemy could get to. And an Unmade would be pretty easy to find in the Cognitive Realm. You can't hide an Unmade very easily. Aluminum's gonna help a ton with doing that. So, what you have to do is try to make it as inaccessible as possible. And the most inaccessible thing they could do is lock it in an aluminum box and throw it in the ocean. If they had kept it anywhere in the city or what-not, then the enemy would have been able to find it very easily, even inside an aluminum box. This method was their best guess at being able to keep it out of the enemy's hands. It is not a great solution, unfortunately. There just isn't one that they could find. As we talk about a certain other Unmade who is somewhere locked in a gemstone that might come up in the next book maybe, we'll talk more about this. Shardcast Interview (Jan. 23, 2021) This has implications it seems for the discovery of BAM. Will this tip the scales against any potential plan that ToDium is making? If it is found in Book 5 how might a released Nergaoul increase the pressure on the coalition especially if it's release happens near to the contest of champions that is due in short order?
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    Baruch Dayan Ha emes.
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    Looks like I could not stay well forever. I don't get sick often, but when I do it is always a bother. Since I got Covid I have been slightly run down, but healthy. Now I may have strep throat. Strep is annoying at any time, but during a pandemic where even confirming it may not be possible is so much worse. Stuck at home with my parents and strep is not going to be fun at all. End Mini Rant
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