Nathrangking

I have to give thought to whether I will give it thought.

Well @I Am A Fish, I have been called a ham. However, I have never even considered the possibility of becoming a fish.

Well I made an AMA twice and they were moderately succesful, but I think that it is time that I followed the emerging trend of advice threads. Thank you to all who paved the way @I Am A Fish @Condensation @Scarletfox. It's time that I used my knowledge for good. Ask for advice in writing, life, love, or anything else really. (Customer Satisfaction Not Guaranteed.)

In an attempt to do something which I have not done in eons my single mind becomes two. I touch both connections with the essence of my spirit. My strength falls rapidly and mentally I stumble, but I don't allow it to bleed over. "I do. I cannot be alone as I have been nor could I allow the world to do to her what it was doing. It does seem that we need each other. Dare I say, we all seem to need each other. I think that this fellowship is no longer so simple a thing as a group bound by mutual self interest." I hear the pain in her voice. The accusation awakens all sorts of demons that sleep in the dark. They whisper to me in wonderment and wail in wrathful tones. Each burrows deep into me tearing me asunder. I am dangerously close to blacking out. Each word is an agony which is nearly more than I can bear. Despite all of this I rise. I embrace them as they tear into me. These are mine and I accept them. "When Winter first took you I came and faced my demons. When next he came I was too weak and injured to follow. I tried and failed you. There are no excuses that can change that I did not come. I would tear down the infernal realms to have back that moment. Even had it killed me I should have pushed harder. I should have done more. I did not.In this I failed. I allowed my limitations and pain to keep me from you."

Should I give up my habit of being extremely sarcastic?

My eyes meet Fadran's as I hear his question. I see the inquisitive look that he gives Fox and myself. Despite my pain I suppress the discomfort. Fox clings tightly to me. I don't move out of her grasp. The knife in my hand is cool to the touch. With a moment's concentration the blade fades away and floats in the remnants of my mindscape. I try to project calm as I feel Fox's heart rage against her ribs. Any and all emotions other than calm confidence are pushed into the depths. "All was calm while you were away. I take it that you were successful." It requires a little bit of effort, but even through my weakened state I am able to reach into Fadran's mind through our connection. "I can see the question in your eyes Fadran. I have adopted Fox as my daughter. She has lacked a true family for so long and she is the closest thing that I have had to a daughter... Mentally I shrug. In a flash I return to my own mind and body. I move to the border of my bond with Fox. "I am sorry if I scared you daughter. I should have warned you. I would like to make it up to you. Once you recover I want to teach you if you are willing how to fight with knives. You do not have to believe me when I say that I will not allow harm to come to you so long as I live. As I swore before to come for you and not to abandon you so I swore now. I cannot break my word. Nor would I ever do so. Circestran beams at Nath's words. She stands silently beside Fox and allows calm and strength to flow as a river around her.

I sense something change. A hole has been torn in reality. It must be Fadran. Internally I sigh. I will the winds to obey my command. They whisper in a thousand voices joined together as one. Warm breezes rise around us. With a thought Fox and I are lifted from the deck of the ship. The tail of the gales pick up Fox's knife. We three are carefully carried through the air toward Fadran's presence. Soon we arrive and are gently set down on the other side of the portal. The knife drops into my hand.

My father was a rather large hockey fan. He never played in college or anything, but he did play pick up games. He met Wayne through means other than playing professionally.

More than once actually. My father likes to tell the story that happened once when he went to a King's game. He told the security at the door to tell mr. gretsky that he was here. The security looked at my father like he was nuts. My father insisted and one of the security officials went in and out came Wayne. He escorted my father to his private box and they sat and talked until Wayne needed to suit up.

Number 2

My father was once pen pals and has also met Wayne Gretzky does that count?

I do not move. Breath barely escapes and enters as I gaze into her eyes. The fear within them is undeniable and it lances my body. Calm forms within from a place that I don't recognize. It chains the fires that burn me from within and teaches the lessons of a hundred lifetimes. Its words are uncompromising lashes that strike me over and over again branding their message into my tender flesh. How often had I espoused such a message. Through the threats of death herself I had spoken such words as I now must. For just a moment primordial power races through me. Existence sings as it has not done for so long. I can almost see Circestran standing before me. My love remains, but a strength beyond that enters my eyes. She does not squeeze my hand back, but she does not have to. A decision rises to encompass the whole of my being. I give love and strength even though I have little enough to give. Silence builds after I hear her denial. I refuse to accept it. Even if she would repeat it for ages, it would not be true. "I am a fool my daughter. I have spoken and forgotten. Once I told you that words were a cheap thing and I chose to act. Now I will do so again. Ancient gods have at times failed me, hear my vow." I look straight into Fox's eyes. My gaze filled with all that I can muster. "I swear by the ancient gods that so long as I draw breath you Fox, my daughter, will be safe from harm." The air glows slightly and then all is at it was. "If Circestran were here she would have loved you as I do." This last portion is more whisper than clear statement.

I had occasion to meet a world renowned religious scholar on more than 1 occasion.

Third album Shard Killer

Also Adolin becomes a riding instructor for kids.

@Karger

The one ring any one? Cue Gollum!!

Let's just be thankful that Nightblood was not tossed in along with Nergaoul!!

Who needs physical maps when you can holographic maps on a whim! The Mink got you again Dalinar!! I do hope that they made sure that Spark is not watching, because while Taravangian is not welcome a spren spy could learn things in private meetings. Also Dalinar lighten up! Adolin has had a rough time especially since he learned that you killed your wife/his mother!! Cut him some slack!

Who is going to write that story Stephen King?

So Taravangian is no longer invited to the inner circle meetings!! Very good. Someone make that man fall off the mountain!!

They never learn!! Besides Nightblood is not so easy to get rid of!! Supernatural thermostat!! Gotta love Urithiru.

Indeed. Though I thought that the sickness came through contact does it just come from being nearby? “If I have a sword,” Gav said, “nobody will be able to hurt me. I’ll be able to find the man who killed my father. And I could kill him.” Poor boy. He thinks that he is Inigo Montoya!!

Aimians in Urithiru!!! Grandma Navani!!

Nightblood/ Szeth makes her ill. This is to be expected. He thanks her for hating him!!