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.]

Comments

[bythewaves]

You are wasting your strength and arrows.

[ a gentle hand on his shoulder, but a voice that commanded armies in his ears, steady as the sea ]

Breathe. Pick your shots. You are angry, but do not let it consume you. Use that anger, rather than let it use you.

[poorlovefool]

[He doesn't know how to do that. Control his anger. He doesn't really want to, either. The sooner he stops being consumed by rage, the sooner he'll be consumed by grief instead. So he just growls.]

Don't try to stop me!

[bythewaves]

I do not stop you, only advise [ a hand at his elbow, guiding his aim ]

Coming up on your left....now then up. Breathe. Two on your right. Stop wasting your shots.