WEEK SEVEN TRIAL...?

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week seven: trial? the grand finale

45 Remain

Morning arrives in the Land of the Dead, however hard it may be to tell when everything is simply gray. The air shifts, somehow, and while there is no compulsion, while your daemons do not lead you anywhere like before - those birdlike cries grow louder, drawing you toward the lake where the boatman awaits.

The six Watchers, Temporal and Celestial alike, have come to greet you for the final time, their temperaments varied. Ochako steps foward first to address the crowd, hands clasped together.

"You've all been through a lot, but you still haven't given up hope, huh?" She smiles fondly, Chandrakant offering a little chirp of encouragement from her heel. "There are still some challenges ahead of you today, so hold onto that hope as tightly as you can."

Having cleaned up from yesterday, Portia stands with her hands folded in front of her, offering everyone a smile of her own, proud and reassuring, even for all the hardships you've all faced and will surely face. Rodion stands next to her, pressed to her legs as he watches everyone. "It's just a little bit longer, right? And we're all going into it together. So, get ready."

Even after getting some rest, Kazuki looks tired where he stands next to Portia. Still, he stands tall with one hand on Zimri's head as they watch the others. "First thing's first, though - we have to cross the river. And the dead already paid the toll for everyone, so you don't have to worry about that."

In a state that's not too different that Kazuki's is 707 who takes his place on the other side of Portia as he would normally tend to do with Tom curled at his feet. Her tail swishes back and forth as she looks at them. "After that, well, after that we can talk about what can happen after that. Focus on one thing at a time."

Hua Cheng has nothing further to add, after everyone else - he's not the type for needless words. Instead, he stands close to the creaky dock, arms crossed and wings folded, as if he was previously talking to the boatman. His daemon keeps its distance, all of its tails flicking, watching, waiting.

Rounding out everyone is Kururu with her hands clasped in front of her as she looks over to Hua Cheng to make sure that he is fine with saying nothing before speaking. Sapsi sits on her shoulder fussing at a few feathers before she speaks, "Good luck everyone. We'll come to a conclusion for all of this. I know we will."

The boatman, patient as ever, observes the proceedings in silence. Your way has already been paid, so now he only waits for you all to come, that you may continue onward to where you need to go.

Trial start

This is it. Welcome, everyone, to your eighth and final trial. For the next nine hours, characters are expected to make their final decisions on how to act and finish the competition.

Mod breaks will run a little differently than they have in past games. There will be a three hour block starting at 4 PM EST/1 PM PST and ending at 7 PM EST/4 PM PST, where we'll be cycling one mod out at a time to take an hour long break while the other two remain to keep tags going and answer any questions players might have. We encourage players to take a break at any point during this timeframe, but the player-designated break will be at the traditional 5 - 6 PM EST time! Reference our timezones if need be.

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