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

[poorlovefool]

[So Eric is invisible, and now, he is invisible With A Knife.

The enemies, also invisible, possibly also with knives.

So I guess if any of them bump into him he'll stab them?? But probably not without yelping a little first.

He can't believe he might survive this, honestly.]

[bythewaves]

[ Invisible, Eric might be, but to the wolf, his pack is clearly marked.

So yes, Eric, have a giant wolf abruptly leaping over you to rip the arm off someone who was trying to stab you.

HIS PACK LEAVE THEM BE ]

[poorlovefool]

[Eric quickly ducks with a loud yell because WTF VAULTING WOLF. And now he's sweating bullets because WTF SEVERED ARM. Maglor goes hard. Holy shit.

But there's another reason this is terrifying]

H-How'd they find me!?

[At... least Maglor has a good nose. He is just watching in horror now? Thanks? Wait.]

Wait. You saved me...?

[For some reason, he looks like he feels really bad about that.]

[bythewaves]

[ The wolf growls lowly at the air, bristling, hackles up, and backs towards Eric until he's satisfied that there is no one in the immediate vicinity.

Turning he snuffles around until he can find Eric's hand, and then he licks it, once.

Silly. You're pack. Of course he saved you. ]

[poorlovefool]

[He didn't know??? He was pretty sure everyone hated him.]

Oh... man...

I'm sorry.

[The way he says it sounds like "thank you."

In any case, he pats the wolf's head in response to the lick and stands up, holding his knife a bit tighter. If someone's going to fight for him then... he'll do what he can to watch out for people's backs and try to keep them safe too, even if it's not much.]

[bythewaves]

[ The wolf huffs at him - it almost sounds like a laugh, and leans into the pet, before starting to herd him back towards the others, where he can smell Junior and Killua and Fie.

Pack needs to stay together ]

[carries_war]

[The footprints being herded by Maglor are pretty obviously Eric. Jr.'s not the only one who thinks so, but before Maglor has a chance to react to the approaching enemy, a pair of smaller footprints appears with a shout.

Blazing Capriccio!

[And with that, a diagonal cut appears in the air, followed by a horizontal one, and then the mook falls from a stab wound and a bloody footprint marking a kick to the stomach.]

Don't apologize, just keep an eye out for the footprints.