FINAL TRIAL

[strangerpeople]

FINAL TRIAL

[Soon enough, soon enough.

The ticking doesn't stop by the time everyone starts to congregate at the temple. It's ultimately not hard to find; after going north for a little bit, it becomes all too clear where the temple is.]




[The very top of the temple has a room, one of cold stone and blood. There is a stone table at the center; there is nothing on it but dried blood. There are no chairs, no food, no coffins-only small, hastily-scribbled circles to indicate where people might need to stand to face their captors.

And stand they will need to, as they wait for the Stewards to arrive. The time for what will very likely be a final confrontation is almost upon them. Now it's just a question of putting together the clues they've found-and seeing if there truly is a way out of this predicament.

Only one thing is certain-at this point, anything is possible.]



[It's time! The objectives are simple in this trial. It's time to finally answer the questions the Titled have about why they are here, and what, exactly, the route they all intend to take after five long weeks - especially when the Stewards arrive.

GOOD LUCK, TITLED!]

[EDIT: VOTING IS OPEN! This will close at midnight EST on May 25th!]

Comments

[joinhands]

No, this is the perfect time!

[She seizes his wrist, desperate.]

I need to know if you'll let me help when they try to kill him!

[yonosoymaria]

I -

[He made his choice. Krone is his choice. The rules of this world are not the rules he grew up knowing. The barest instant of unsteadiness is replaced with sharpened certainty; he hears a voice distorted by weeping begging him to reconsider, but it is distant, it is faint, it is not part of this new life.

"Forward", he told Jun. He is going forward, from here. He will walk into the future at this remarkable woman's side, come hell or worse.]

Let is the wrong word, love. I'll help you.

[joinhands]

[His wrist in her hand is so real. Cylindrical. Completely different from the flat piece of paper where she looked at that gaudy image in primary colors. She wonders if that picture was always just a recreation, or if the real deal was more like it back then and has changed now.]

Nobody has ever helped me as much as you have, Eric.

[yonosoymaria]

I hope to continue helping you for the rest of my life. And I want that to be many, many years....

[joinhands]

[grips his wrist a LITTLE tighter

thank god nobody else except maybe Arthur had come in yet]

We have one entire child left in this group, my knight. We will have plenty of time to talk about those things after we make sure it stays that way.