Nathrangking

*Wins.*

*Wins."

*Wins.*

*Meanwhile while winning.*

International discussions are a true marvel.

*Wins again.*

*wins.*

If you say so.

*Winner.*

Tis I. I am he who now wins.

Victory

The release date of doors of stone. Seriously though, she is almost certainly knowledgeable in some level of cosmere lore. Did she meet Khriss on the other side? does she know the meaning of the number 16? Has Yolen been mentioned? hmm..

*Wins.*

When people comment on my work. It tells me that what I do matters. What about you?

Are you ok? Cymbals Symbols

Circestran and I twist and bend through various layers of reality. Images of past, present, and future surge through me as a living darkness races by. Curse her!! I thought that her betrayal would shatter the pulsing warmth that I feel every time I see her smile and hear her laugh. All of the terrible things that she has done seems unable to quench the inferno that is consuming me. I shake head as my throne as my demolished appears. I hear her gasp and I look over. I am fully alert now as I see her eyes dilate. Once again I see her mouth hang open. I smirk for a moment. Circestran's head turns sharply toward Nathrangking. Her eyes are clouded. She appears to be in a daze. "What have you done?" Her eyes turn survey the damage. Each moment her discomfort grows. In moments she is shaking. "Nath what did you do?" All of the strength seems to leave her. She falls to her knees. The agony seems to pour off her in such waves that Nath is seemingly split asunder. Barbs tear at me. I kneel beside Circestran and pull her into my arms. "I destroyed it in my rage before I came to find you. I nearly killed Met and Mes when they interrupted me. My love I almost ruptured the foundations of Mindscape itself." I almost cannot breathe as I feel her cry. She looks up at me questions forming behind her eyes and then dying. Finally, I see her gather her strength. "You fool. I know how this was your sanctuary. How could you do this? How could you hurt yourself this way?" Her voice is a broken whisper. "My light what did you do?" I look at her though it hurts me to see her pain. My agony grows. "This is why I need your help. I need the huntress because I have been driven to this." I can speak no more. My words stop. She nods and pulls me close as my wounds begin to heal.

Nah. Do you believe in miracles?

Or

My love is replaced by rage as Mita stands frozen in place. It fills my voice with fire and I begin to shout in the language of creation. "Begone!! May your fires consume you!! Leave this place!!" Violent flames ignite and Mita starts to shout. His body fades away as the realm pushes him out. I turn to Circestran and find her mouth hanging open. When our eyes meet she begins to laugh. The sound is sweeter than a honeyed river. I see tears begin to pour from her eyes as she is bent over in hysterics. She stops when she does not see me laughing. She is smiling broadly. "There is that fire of yours. You defended my honor by igniting a god who won't actually burn. That is why I love you so much you always had a temper." Her face becomes serious again lines of worry appear. "You know that you just declared war on her. She will destroy you." I look at her and I struggle not to cry. "How I have missed you my queen of light. Once he put's himself out. It will be war, but you and I have unfinished business. Let us go from this place." I will the realm to bend around us and we are gone staring into each others eyes as the reality is rewoven.

Your point? Blasphemer REPENT!! I knew that this would happen. Blasphemer REPENT!! What is the worst thing that you can say when someone challenges you to a game of chess?

Circestran's emerald eyes bore into Nathrangking. They curse him though there is something else in them as well. Something living beneath the surface rises up and she sighs. Her hatred slows as the glare softens. "How long has it been since you visited my prison? I loved you you know. Despite everything. No matter what I had done. Nothing changed our love. 2 millennia means much to ageless immortals such as us. What happened to you? Where is your fire? Even when you dragged me before the ancient gods your fire was there. Now look at you. That fire has gone out. You must not become me. Promise that you won't change. Swear it or I shall destroy you." My heart clenches as I look over at the woman whom I had loved. The iron in my hear does not melt even if I allow emotion to show in my posture. I loved her once. She betrayed everything, but now I need her. Ancient gods preserve me that I do not so quickly have to throw her back into that place. Her once royal garments are little more than rags held together by her power. Rich orange and silver are dingy and tarnished in way that make me flinch as memories come storming back. One thought though banishes all of that. My emotion drains away. "I need your help. We have little time. She knows that I'm here and she will try and stop me. I need the huntress of the damned once again." Her eyes fill with tears. "I cannot. Once I would have died for you. Now you ask that I become again on this plane that which had me thrown into that place. Ask me anything else. Please." "I...." Nathrangking is interrupted by a pillar of amethyst fire which bursts from the ground several yards away from where he and Circestran stand. A smug scarlet haired youth emerges and banishes the flames. His tunic and breeches are as blood. His eyes are iron. His skin is like burnished bronze. His voice is like glass shattering in an inferno. "Mother wishes to speak to you. I have orders to kill the monster and bring you to her. Do the right thing and listen." I release my hold on Circestran. "Mita, go back to your mother and remind her that if the council wishes to call me to task they may. She has no power to stop me. None of you do. My wife and I are going and you are going to leave my realm." Bolts of lightning crash down around the youth at my command splintering the ground. I look at my wife for a moment and allow the slightest hint of the love that I felt for her resurface. When I return my gaze to Mita his eyes are a bit wide, but he has not moved to leave.

*wins.*

*Wins.*

*Wins.*

Couldn't be.... Hoid whole Cosmere