final trial

[arsholes]

[After a harrowing couple of hours, some illuminating discoveries, a couple of new allies, and a couple of new injuries, eventually Garfield's warning comes to mind. Shit's popping off. And now that you've got all of the ritual components (minus the hammer which, well, you have its owner), it might be time to return to the trial room and see if you can do something about it.

Reconvene in the Great Hall and make your way upstairs.]

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[unfinishedwork]

[Death, up in Orthrus' shit as he is, doesn't have time to get out of the way of the swing at his side. Black ichor sprays out of the strange undead muscle between his ribs, and he reels back, clutching at his side with his broken hand.]

You think you're any match for the power of death itself?

[And Death will grab a piece of debris floating around him and try to throw it at Felix.]

[rikonstructed]

[Nuadha might have been without a sword temporarily, but his mirrage is intact. In a shimmer of light another manifests in his hand-- plain, inferior steel, but enough for this purpose.]

A pitiful construct like you has no right meddling with the living. Know your place!

[Felix demonstrated a form of this shockwave earlier. But the magnitude of the wave of energy Nuadha sends at the debris is powered by the full force of his emotion.]

[arsholes]

[Seconds before Nuadha summons the shockwave of energy, something stops the debris in its tracks.

Then the shockwave hits it and full cleaves it in twain, sending the debris flying off into the storm.]