Nathrangking

*Wins.*

It is fascinating the dissonance between what Shallan being the unreliable narrator that she is tells us and what we actually end up seeing on screen. The issues in the house are clearly far deeper than Shallan would like to admit. She saw everything going on in the house and tried to make things right as best she could. She tried to reform her brothers who time and again fall into old habits. She tried to help her father, but ended up living in fear of him. She does place all of this on her shoulders blame for things that she expected to be able to solve on her own. Mind you she also thinks that if the true her were known then she would be rejected by those who care about her. Why is that? I agree that there does not need to be some dark dramatic secret to be revealed. I think that in line with some of what has been said that the key may lie in the fact that she blames the house problems on herself. I think that her deep truth is that she cannot fix everything. The problems in her family were always too great for her to take on and that what happened to her family happened because of their decisions not because of anything that she did or did not do. I think that this secret is something that she is not only aware of, but that she is terrified to accept that her family hurt themselves not her. It is far easier for her to blame herself than to admit that she was unable to help those whom she loved/loves because they were self destructive in ways that she could not change.

*Wins.*

How are you feeling? Take the apple and go.

*wins*

*Wins while tired.*

*Wins in the evening.*

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The other shadow's voice is as the whisper of a dying man drawing his final breath. "What trick is this gatekeeper? You have no power to free us." The two shadows grow angry as a horde prepares to run them down. A broad shouldered monstrous beast a dozen feet tall knocks them aside and lunges for Nathrangking. It's eyes are mad with rage and it bares fangs drenched ruddy and scarlet. Creatures and deities wrench it back. legions of birds and flying beings descend. They freeze as a wall of air holds them back. Earth sundering yells erupt as blood is spilled. The hard ground runs with a ruby river which bubbles in the heat and then freezes in place. My anger grows. "Enough." That singular word is a hurricane. The language which time strikes all of the assembled with more power than assembly of vengeful gods. Those leaped forward step back before my word. Above me the desperate flyers are stunned. "You dare attack one who would free you? I offer 1000 years to any who will find me one who I will gladly here to sate your hunger. Who dares take this challenge?" I turn to a women flying feet away a smirk on her face. "Circestran, would you dare find the one I seek. Do any of you have the courage or should I guess that you are incapable?" "Indeed I will go if it means that I have the chance to tear out your eyes." Circestran lunges for my throat. I grab her with lightning speed." Open. I leap out as the door inches open. I slap the door when we are through and it instantly seals itself. The spells and chains return. The defenses return at double the force. "Circestran how long has it been since they threw you in?" "You tell me husband. It was your treachery that cost me eons."

I want me some soulcasters and shardblades. How much wrapping paper does a set of blade and plate require? Seriously though the kind of secrets that they are likely hiding is sure to be staggering.

You did remember to pack the chutes? What's the worst thing to say when your boss asks for your input on a major project?

If shalebark grows in a forest and no one sees it, how much does tallew cost in Azir? If not now then when? If A squared plus B squared equals C squared then what do you get when you add the sixth of dusk squared plus 10 heralds squared?

The growling gales bow before me. They prostrate themselves and pause their paths. Bolts of lightning are paralyzed in my presence. Freezing driving rains part before me. By my will the defenses of this realm come to a standstill. I clap my hands and the runes on gate glows, but does not budge. Invisible chains appear as I concentrate on them, but other than that nothing happens. She wants proof of my broken vow so be it. I raise my head skyward and bellow in a voice that shakes the gate. "I Nathrangking, the appointed guardian of the gates Gareshusir, Warden of this Eldritch Prison of the Ancient gods, protector mindscapes demand that you open! I command you to obey! Open for your master!" The tongue of the ancient gods sets the door alight with power the chains melt away while the spells around the frame and upon the door vanish. With all of the speed of light I am through the gates after it had only opened a crack. With a thought. Stay your course. The doors stop. I stand in an endless expanse in the heart of a realm beyond all realms. The ground is barren and the sky perpetually both icy as well as burning. I raise my voice over the winds which blow. they slow for me. "I the gatekeeper call before me any who desire freedom." The winds carry my voice for miles and leagues shouts, roars, screeches and other manner of cries erupt. Tens of thousands fill the air with a cacophony. I raise an eyebrow as two appear as though from nowhere. They are in shadow though the light of the day is mighty. It would figure. Winter, I pity you. "Mars. Ares. Eager are we?" A deceptively deadly voice whispers from one of the figures. The tone did nothing to betray the fact that he is a god capable and willing to obliterate regions at will. "Why have you come?" "I offer you a freedom of 1000 years and all that you must do is find me a certain angel."

English. Husky or Terrier?

Historical Fiction. History or Science?

*Wins.*

Neapolitan. What is the name of the game?

It was all in good fun loser. What's the worst thing to say when your friend spoils the ending of book that you are reading?

What is the newest tin foil hat theory? Don't play with that old tome.