THE THIRD TRIAL

[strangerpeople]

THE THIRD TRIAL

[Once the final clues are found, the unsettling chimes sound three times again. However, the Debate Hall doors do not open for the Titled. At least, not for a moment or so.

When they do, though, and the Titled descend the stairs, they will find that the desks have been completely updated, up through the deaths of the previous night. It is...unsettling. Have they truly lost half their numbers in such a short time? But, what can they do about it?


The logs are on the desks, and the Intercessor finishes up the final touches of the evidence they made, placing it on the desks.

There is no chanting on the stage. The dragon, also, seems to be gone, leaving only traces of arms and legs and goo. So, the Intercessor simply goes and sits on the stairs, looking at the remaining survivors. They sound tired as they speak.]

All right. Everyone...do your best. Take your time, and...good luck.


[The trial of Raphtalia, the Dreamstrider, and Farkas, the Outcast, has begun.]

Comments

[carries_war]

[An invisible foot comes down on Futaba's assailant, hard. He apparently knows what he's doing, since there's the sound of cracking bones.]

Y'know, I don't know if you're talking about us, or these pieces of shit. But I also kinda couldn't care less.

[thiscomicsucks]

I think it's pretty obvious we're talking about the jackasses trying to kill you.

[Taking out his pistol and...well, smacking the next guy before touching them. They instantly collapse to the ground, even invisible.]

[carries_war]

Well, you know, we're misbehaving pretty bad too. It's just the rules we're breaking need a little shattering.

[Still invisible, he draws Maglor's hunting knife. If he can pinpoint one of their supposed exectors, he'll take a swipe at them.]

[thiscomicsucks]

Well, whatever happens, stay sharp in case Big, Gross and Whiny decides to try to take a bite out of crime.

[He crosses his gun and sword together, a sword smacking against them.]

[carries_war]

If you mean the dragon, you're a bit late for that. We killed ours last week. Damn good fight, too.

[thiscomicsucks]

Wait, seriously? You killed--

[His arm gets grabbed. His other arm elbows his assailant.]

...You'll have to explain how later!

[carries_war]

Mostly, with a shitload of weapons and poison, and a bunch of trained fighters who don't like doing what we're told.

[Small footprints dart towards bigger ones, and a mook collapses with a bloody wound in his chest. Jr.'s voice comes from on top of him.]

Pissed these guys right the hell off.

CW: Some dismemberment?

[carnageandclass]

[Ok, make sure not to anger this one. Got it.]

Your group is incredibly lucky then.

[Again, she may not see the invisible mooks but she can hear footsteps. Quickly she turns around and cleaves the air...only to reveal a screaming soldier and a missing hand.]

Oh, I missed.

[carries_war]

Good thing I don't.

[There's a creaking sound, then a distinctive 'thwip' as a crossbow bolt appears from nowhere to embed itself in the wounded soldier's throat.]

We didn't get off completely free...that invisible bitch killed the guy who took the first shot, probably to make an example out of him. You can see about how well that went.