FIFTH TRIAL

[bathymetric]

[ It's not terribly long, once everything has been found, before Davy Jones heads out to round you all up once more and take you into the theatre. At least plenty of you are around the same area, so it probably doesn't take terribly long.

The ride down to the trial room is the same as ever - a blast of the organ, a slow descent. It's really starting to become clear, though, just how your numbers are decreasing. You're already down three, counting the absence of Chloe, potentially more when you come back up.

The crew of the Dutchman is singing as Jones lets you out into the trial room. ]

To business, passengers. I am about if you need guidance.

[ The circle of podiums is less populated than ever. So many of you are islands now, so to speak.

The song dies down, the waters quiet.

Welcome to your fifth trial.. ]

Comments

[silentscout]

[He hears this, and there's a flash of recognition in his eyes.]

When I told her about my world's version of Freyja, I told her about the legend of how she claims the souls of half of those who fall in battle to make into her soldiers.

[It's probably not relevant to the trial, but Lalli's face is falling a bit as he realizes the connection there.]

[dokkalfheimr]

[...Huh.]

The realm of the dead is Hel's domain for us. I have no say over what happens to the dead, nor do I see what that has to do with this.

[silentscout]

Freyja and Odin only that half each of those who die in combat. Everyone else goes to Hel. ...I think.

[Not his religion, but he's trying to remember what little bit he's learned by osmosis.]