FINAL TRIAL

[strangerpeople]

FINAL TRIAL

[The doors at the other end of the city do not open for the Titled. However, whatever is going on in there still brings forth bright lights from within, and ultimately, it is to the steps of the entrance that everyone is drawn to. It's not the most formal setting for figuring out the truth of the matter before them.

Eric's brought the snacks, at least.

The Dragonborn sits at the top of the stairs, looking down as everyone congregates.]

...Having this key...I am certain I can open the door with little difficulty. But before I do we must make certain we know and understand exactly what we will be facing. What we are facing. These people...they are doing something and we must ensure we can somehow stop it.


[The end is near. The objectives of this quest are simple:

Who is the Mastermind? What is going on in this world? And...of course...why did the Mastermind want to kill 15 strangers?

Good luck, Titled.]

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[strangerpeople]

[She's taken out her own dagger.]

Half of you are already dead. This Tower is compromised by your very presence and we have uncovered the truth about Walk-Brass. Even if I die, the rest of my people would not hesitate to hunt you down.

[lightnen]

[ Killua's on high alert so he's completely prepared to move should she try to attack him with her own dagger. ]

Oh really?

[ His tone is absolutely flat, angry and not happy by any means. ]

I'm not afraid of you or your damn people. [ Killua then looked over toward where Junior was. ] OI!! Junior!! If you're going to do something, do it now!!

[strangerpeople]

[Speaking of, have some lighting aimed at ur faic Killua.]

[lightnen]

[ At the last second he pulled one hand back - leaving the one knife lodged into Elenwen - to try and brace against the lightning. Something that shouldn't hurt him too badly? Well. The shock that ran through his system was enough to make him recoil a bit, hissing sharply. ]

Nnngh! D-Damn you--!

[ The hell?! He knows he's a lot more resilient to lightning than this but somehow it actually kind of hurt. ]

[strangerpeople]

[Well, then, have some more lightning!]

[bythewaves]

Leave him be. [ the lightning meets Maglor's blade as he steps between them, soft as a falling shadow ]

[strangerpeople]

What do you intend to do about it, Hunter?

[Well, you get lightning now.]

You should fulfill the purpose you were brought here for!

[bythewaves]

Oh child.

[ He dodges the second shot by tossing a knife to intercept the lighting bolt.

His voice is almost gentle. Pitying. ]

If you had wanted me to die, you could have just asked. But you gave me purpose, you see. These young ones needed me - the Feanorionnath do not abandon their own. That purpose far superceeds any you wish to impose.

Do you know how my cousin Finrod killed the werewolf?

[ He presses forward - stalks, almost, graceful and deadly, and his voice never leaves the light, conversational lilt, even though his eyes are burning silver ]

With his teeth locked around its windpipe even as it tore out his organs. It was Arafinwean skill that broke his enchanted chains, but that trick is my brother's. I'm not the Hunter, you know - that was always Celegorm. Celegorm the Cruel, Celegorm the Fey. But before he was Celegorm, he was Tyelkormo, and he was one of Orome's Hunters. I'm not the Hunter - but you gave me the wolf, and I remember my brother's song.

[ It takes but a moment's breath and the elf is gone, and the grey wolf bounds forwards. If it can get it's jaws on her, not even death will part them ]

[strangerpeople]

[Elenwen does have a dagger and fire, but maybe she shouldn't have had the suicidal person be the wolf. Or have tried to frame it for murder.]

[bythewaves]

[ Probably not her best idea, no ]

[carries_war]

[Jr. doesn't bother drinking one of his own invisibility potions. He straps his crossbow back to his hip and walks forward, drawing his hunting knife as he moves. There's something cold in his eyes, the look of someone who's killed so often he doesn't even bat an eye at it anymore. When he reaches striking distance, his eyes start glowing a frigid blue.]

If your people keep coming after us, we'll just kill them too. Now, we can do this one of two ways: you tell us how to stop what's going on, save the other three Titled from Camilla's group, and get our memories and powers back, and I'll make it quick. Or, you could refuse to cooperate, and I'll cut your goddamn stomach open.

And you're lucky I'm giving you the option of a quick death, after everything you've done.

[strangerpeople]

I don't know who you're talking about, and I do not negotiate with anyone who allies with the Dragonborn!

[She re-summons her atronach to go after Jr.]

You won't stop this. I will not let you ruin all the Thalmor has accomplished. We will erase this mistake!

[carries_war]

[Well then. If his Ethers were working, his Lightning Coat ability would make that not much to worry about...but they aren't. He has his healing potions, of course, but they aren't perfect.]

Fine, I gave you your chance.

[He takes a swipe at Elenwen's gut before dashing away. His free hand reaches into his pocket for an invisibility potion and he drinks it on the run, disappearing from view.]

[strangerpeople]

Do you think being invisible will help you?

[She casts another spell - this time, it seems to emit a wave of some kind, though Jr can feel it even if he can't see it.

It's a detect life spell, and soon enough Thalmor are swarming on Jr.]

I practiced with the most powerful magicians in Tamriel. The Thalmor are unmatched in all things, including magic! You have no chance!

[carries_war]

Damn...

[Oh well. In that case, he might as well turn visible again...just as he's lashing out with a horizontal slash from his hunting knife at the nearest Thalmor.]

Blazing Capriccio!

[He lets the momentum carry him into a spin, bringing the knife down in a diagonal slash as he turns to face his enemy again. Then he draws one of his smaller knives and lunges forward for a stab. If that hits, he'll give the Thalmor a heavy kick off his knife.]

[strangerpeople]

[The Thalmor fall. The numbers are, at least, definitely starting to thin.]