Nathrangking

*Wins.*

*Wins.*

*Produces true new win and runs away to a hidden place.*

*Forges a new win out of the fires of Mt. Win and hides.*

*Reveals the true win which had been hidden.*

Maybe .

I wish that it would be a thing.

I wish it were so. I have not experienced many advantages to my height.

I am tall. It's not an amazing thing. I'm always called upon to get things down off of high shelves. It's a mixed bag.

*Wins.*

What flavor is that chocolate? Silver's glow

I feel something akin to a cup siphoning water from the ocean. The agony takes me into a deeper darkness as something pulls me down. In this void I hear a voice. For moment I stir, but then resume my floating in the pool of apathy.

What is that new dance? What's the worst thing to say when you get a sunburn?

*Wins.*

What is Did you set fire to that pile of money? Madrid, Florence, Cincinnati

What do you mean that I can't have a higher grade? What's the worst thing to say when your parents make you play sports?

*Wins period.*

Circestran raises an eyebrow. "Demon, you ask why I have a quarrel with you?" Armor of golden light forms around her replacing the shattered bones that she had been wearing. She grins. "Simple you hurt the one who means everything to me." With a thought she transforms his arms to stone. The sky burns and shatters as massive bolts pour from the heavens. Inhumanly fast she races forward and plants both the axe of her polearm and lance in his chest. She fills the wounds with a spreading frost which expands rapidly. She releases the weapons and vanishes. The next moment she far beyond his reach with two gleaming long swords in hand. Below the gates shudder once, twice, and then a third time before flying open. An army beyond count begins to flee through the carnage. Some are burned instantly by the lightning and heat. Some freeze to death in moments. Others are swept away by the winds. A song of chaos shatters the air.

I float in the endless void. Shapes stir around me. Distant echos descend, but are lost. I am hungry in ways that cannot be called hunger. I thirst for something that I cannot even begin to describe. Words, ideas, concepts they are without value to me. Silence is my companion. It holds me tightly and pulls me ever deeper into its arms.

I hear a vague voice above me, but it means nothing. I'm empty. Shock and pain float around me meaninglessly. My eyes see nothing. Circestran turns with supernatural speed and grace. A piece of her armor falls away. She swings her axe with all of her strength. She grins as it bites deep into Winter. With a thought she fills the wound with pestilence and fire. She calls a massive bolt of lightning and it strikes Winter head on. Not letting up she summons a wicked lance which she stabs toward Winter's throat.

I cough and barely suppress a scream when Fox touches my stomach. My eyes roll back in my head as the agony transports me to another place and time. I see fields of dead. Broken bodies and souls litter the earth. I am standing above the carnage with Circestran. I turn to her, but my words are slaughtered in my throat. The destruction explodes before me. I return to myself and nod. Maintaining the bond I pour my last reserves of love and light into Fox. My eyes become unfocused as only pain exists for me. Somewhere I feel doors unlock, but I no longer care.

I do my best to still my body. "This is wisdom. This time though I don't think that my best to help Fadran and the Fellowship." Rage fills me from another place. Circestran. My fear redoubles she releases the hidden one. Her rage forces me freeze for a moment as if all of the life has left me, but an empty shell. Be careful my love, your rage blinds you. I let out a violent cough. I take in a breath and shudder. "Yes breathing brings me pain."

IRE does have a meaning it is the

*Wins.*

I release Fox from my embrace as I feel her pull away. I can sense the emotions rushing even as I struggle with my pain. There is little strength remaining in my body as I allow Fox to lie me down. I grimace. All pretense of hiding my agony is gone. It is though a raging storm of raw burning flesh has washed away my strength. I have just enough to speak. When my voice comes out it is tinged with fatigue. "I can die now Fox. I have angered a dangerous being and she seems to have cursed me. She and her children likely combined their powers to strip me of immortality. I bleed as any mortal and I can be killed as any other being." It is impossible to keep the fear from my eyes. "It is not dying which I fear you know. I had long resigned myself to the possibility that a weapon that could kill me would be used against me. What I fear is failing you and the others." I cough my body writhing in indescribable torture. Everybreath makes me long to be taken into blissful sleep. Circestran tenses. All of the agony that Nathrangking is feeling strikes all at once. She can feel his very being wither beneath a curse. She gasps as his soul begins to fray. His mortality begins to infect her being. Her strength begins to wane. Panic and rage combine within her. Chaos breaks loose. Vengeance grabs her heart and infects it with a poison which blinds her. She will die, but first... All of her caution burns away. She makes a slapping motion with her hands. A wall of force smashes into Winter. She flies at him polearm raised. Wall after wall buffets Winter. A bolt of lightning strikes Circestran, but she ignores it. Wind stings her. She bellows a terrible cry which is lost in the storm and calls horrific beasts of shadow from the ground. They tear themselves from the fabric of the realm. As one they attack winter. Out the corner of her eye she sees the spells on the gate begin to fade. The moment that she sees it it is forgotten. @KyL