The Fourth Trial

[hot_mess_express]

Who: Heroes
When: Day 9, Midday
Where: The Dragon's Tower


Come hither, Heroes. Prove thy worth.

The earth rumbles beneath your feet with a mighty roar. This time a crumbling stone tower looms above you, unscalable and unbreachable. At the top of the tower is a single window with a single light, beckoning. The only entrance at the base is an arched wooden door which creaks in protest when you open it.


Upon entering the tower you will find yourself in a large room with high walls constructed of dark, uneven brick stone. The ceiling is so high that you cannot see anything but darkness as torches lining the walls serve as the only source of light. The room itself is achingly cold. It’s reminiscent of a dungeon… or a treasure room.

But the only treasure to be found lies in the middle of the room; a small pile of seven bracelets, each one inlaid with a beautiful jewel corresponding to each team’s color. It may be fairly obvious, but just in case anyone is slow on the uptake:

“What is it that you treasure in this world? What are you willing to give up? Until you can decide that much, you will not be allowed to leave this room. It matters not to me if you rot in here.

However, I will tell you this much; should you decide who among you is most precious, only they may bear the weight of your altruism.”


Mingle | Pre-Game Rules | Hostages | Rooms | Endgame

Comments

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ the world's heaviest balloon. ]

A little, but it isn't as though I haven't earned it.

[ she says it like it's a joke, half-laughing and almost casual despite the fact that she's literally crushing him to death. though that weight does ease up, just a fraction— not enough to let him move, or even do much to catch his breath, but enough that nothing else is going to break quite yet. maybe it's a little cliched, but letting him have an explanation feels fair. ]

But— you know, I haven't really changed at all. I just... mm. Would you believe me if I said I wanted to do this the first time I looked at you? All that blood on your hands... but I was too busy trying to figure out what was going on to do the right thing about it. And then I thought it would be bad to cause that kind of trouble.

But now... I'm just too tired to keep talking myself out of it. That's all. So— if that's really how you feel, my apologies for taking so long.

[cawnflict]

...the blood—

[ Hm. To a point, he has hidden things. To another point, he has not. He's left himself various ins and outs from his own words, so that he can use them at will.

Still, that reeks of knowing a little too much. She doesn't have animal features—that he can see—but it's not not a possibility that she knows who he is that way.

Or there's something else. ]

Your discipline is... astounding. [ That's probably another compliment. He could defend himself, but he won't. There was a reason for his madness, but he won't speak it. It isn't justified, anyways, he's well aware of that. And defending himself with an explanation of I am this way because of how we were treated feels cheap. So, instead, he's just grinning at her.

Not maliciously or cruelly, not even mockingly. Just... listen, he's not a masochist in (most...) ways, but he can't argue against someone punishing someone else for what they believe in so strongly. With the last bit of air he has, he's huffing out a laugh and: ] It's not fun... if it's quick.

[ He stabbed a guy and then flirted with him, now he's being attacked by a girl and while he's not giving in per se, he's not angry about it.

If it wasn't so awfully lit and he wasn't like, in pain, he'd probably think she was cute?? ]