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auroraexpress2018-12-18 08:11 pm
hot_mess_express) wrote in auroraexpress2018-12-18 08:11 pm
Entry tags:
- !days 1-20,
- !trials,
- amane kawanokami,
- elaine felkin,
- eliza aberdeen,
- hlasoh,
- randolph "randy" orlando,
- rufus albarea,
- ✦ ciabatta,
- ✦ eclair,
- ✦ emilia westmarch,
- ✦ frisk and chara (au),
- ✦ jusis albarea,
- ✦ kaiko minaru,
- ✦ marceline,
- ✦ naan,
- ✦ noe archiviste,
- ✦ pathiri,
- ✦ shinjiro aragaki,
- ✦ v'neef itsuki
The Second Trial
Who: game participants!
When: Day 5, night
Where: ~outside~
[A silence abruptly descends upon the jungle. For a moment, all is calm, and then a heavy gust of wind blows in, making the Aurora sway. In your mind is a call some of you have heard before:
Come hither, Heroes. Prove thy worth.
This time, however, there’s no worn-out house. Instead there’s a large tent -- dirty and imposing, with a jet black flag above it, it looks like a command tent right out of a medieval battlefield. The canvas is spattered in mud and blood, and white feathers are scattered all around it, carpeting the ground for several feet.
By your own will or by unexplained compulsion, you are drawn to the tent, to meet your second Trial. As you enter, a man’s voice, clear and resonant, rings out.]
“O unfortunate pawns of the Light, answer me this: What is Justice?”
RULES ☆ ROOMS ☆ WINNERS ☆ ENDGAME
When: Day 5, night
Where: ~outside~
[A silence abruptly descends upon the jungle. For a moment, all is calm, and then a heavy gust of wind blows in, making the Aurora sway. In your mind is a call some of you have heard before:
Come hither, Heroes. Prove thy worth.
This time, however, there’s no worn-out house. Instead there’s a large tent -- dirty and imposing, with a jet black flag above it, it looks like a command tent right out of a medieval battlefield. The canvas is spattered in mud and blood, and white feathers are scattered all around it, carpeting the ground for several feet.
By your own will or by unexplained compulsion, you are drawn to the tent, to meet your second Trial. As you enter, a man’s voice, clear and resonant, rings out.]
“O unfortunate pawns of the Light, answer me this: What is Justice?”
RULES ☆ ROOMS ☆ WINNERS ☆ ENDGAME
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