The Sixth Trial

[hot_mess_express]

Who: unfortunate (?) souls
When: Day 15, afternoon
Where: some shady tent

Come hither, Heroes. Prove thy worth.

[Oh boy it's Trial time guys!!

That is to say there's the usual slight shake of the train, and outside a trial area appears! This time it's a highly decorated cloth tent, reminiscent of a fortune teller's stall, and the voice calling the heroes forth is a deep, aged and manly one. A warm light peeks out from behind the curtained entrance, welcoming you inside.

Those who go in, by their own will or compulsion, will find themselves in what seems to be a theatre lobby. There's a pretty, golden fountain with bench seating around it and lovely flickering oil lamps on the brocade walls.

For a little while, you're left to mingle.]

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Comments

[nihilmancy]

The population must be quite small, then.

You are isolated diplomatically? A loss in trade must mean a severe decline in living standards as well.

[desirestruth]

...Well, my mother seceeded from the empire we were a protectorate of, cursing our people and theirs in the process, and started a war that's been ongoing on and off for about 90 years.

So isolated's a word for it.