THE
CLOISTER OF TRIALS
CLOISTER OF TRIALS
Well, well, well. They had come so far in such a short amount of time, the competition halving in one fell swoop. The crowd above (the spectators now numbering as many ex-combatants than not) would watch as those who were victorious were sequestered away, back behind the stone doors in the labyrinthine pathways.
Each was still segregated in their individual tunnel, but would feel as a Fae sidled besides them, affixing something to their clothing. A few more breaths of silence, and the doors opened again.
All of them.
Upon entering the arena a second time,Wessex, Melita and Ianto would find themselves with a red patch pinned to their clothing. Jigano, Amalia, Kiada and Adam - you guessed it - a blue patch.
"Life is not always fair, and teams are not always even. Your goal is to defeat the opposing team!" A voice called. "You may do this by removing the patch from their person - or by taking them out physically. Work together, or go it alone. The choice is yours! BEGIN!"
There is no post order - have at it! Anything goes, though attuned will find that the patch does not shift with them. They may carry it, but losing it or dropping it means a forfeit!
Each was still segregated in their individual tunnel, but would feel as a Fae sidled besides them, affixing something to their clothing. A few more breaths of silence, and the doors opened again.
All of them.
Upon entering the arena a second time,
"Life is not always fair, and teams are not always even. Your goal is to defeat the opposing team!" A voice called. "You may do this by removing the patch from their person - or by taking them out physically. Work together, or go it alone. The choice is yours! BEGIN!"
There is no post order - have at it! Anything goes, though attuned will find that the patch does not shift with them. They may carry it, but losing it or dropping it means a forfeit!
