trusthell | WEEK 6.

WEEK 6
With the deaths of Viktor Nikiforov, Varric Tethras, and Killia, you're down to half of your original number. There's only fifteen of you left.

How much longer before your number drops again?

Saturday is given to regrouping and rest; on Sunday morning the clock chimes as it always has, but at least there are no bodies to find today. It seems you're safe for now. The night before wasn't necessarily a peaceful one, however; you'll probably feel a bit groggy when you wake up, and it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost...

Of course, that doesn't mean that you've gained nothing else among the many, many losses you've faced; it seems that another floor has been made available to you for surviving another week.

Congratulations and well done, even if you might not necessarily appreciate the reward.

APPRENTICES REMAINING: 15

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week six of Trustfell! Feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend. Don't forget to save those threads for coins and the activity check!

If you'd like to get in contact with the Wordsmith, you can do so through letters or the switchboard!]

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No, it's a shield. Not a particularly useful one, mind you. It's more of a magical artifact of great power than anything else, but it can't do anything without all the gemstones.

[He sounds sort of puzzled, like he's genuinely not sure what to make of this. Gangrel is one again having A Feeling and it's very difficult.]

[ . . . ]

Wait, so you got a magic shield that gives a lot of power? That's really something!

[ So why does he look confused... ]

Well it would, but none of the other gems have fallen out so it's not magical yet.

[Shrug!]

[ ? ? ? Ok ]

Can't you just jam more gems in? I've got a diamond.

[o h m y g o d s]

It doesn't work like that. They're very specific gems, scattered throughout the world or something. Legends weren't very clear on that, since most Plegians hate the Fire Emblem's existence.

Oh. ... So it's a shield treasure map thing!

...More or less, actually. Though the shield doesn't tell you where the gems are. At least, I don't think it can do that.

[...BUT MAYBE IT CAN?? it's the fucking fire emblem, who knows]

Honestly, that seems like a right hassle to have to go on a big treasure hunt on top of just getting the thing.

Well, I didn't know it would be missing the jewels. Sure, I heard that legend and all, but it's not like I've ever put much faith in legends.

[hahaha get it because he's not a grimleal—]

[ Oh, well then ]

I got something pretty important earlier too, though nothing so legendary. A syringe and a vial that I used for many years.

Oh? What's a syringe?

[...i'm sorry]

It's a needle you can stick in something and suck out some fluid! Like blood!

Oh, I suppose that makes sense. But don't vampires usually bite people...?

Usually, but I had to get some extra.

For what? Do you store blood for later or something?

Some do! In my case... I'm also hunting for my husband. He never drank enough.

Oh, that makes sense!

[...As much sense as it can make, probably??]

Is it that he's not very fond of hunting?

He... He always worried too much about hurting humans. He never took enough.

[ She's surprised, in a way, that this is as easy to say as it is ]

...Really? I thought the others all hated humans like you do.

[Huh. That's really interesting.]

They should. But no, no. [ She sighed. ]

He was reasonable, that man.

[...Hang on, that's...]

Was?

[She referred to him in the present tense to start with, so maybe it's just a slip of the tongue, but... well, he's very used to loved ones dying, so uh.]

[ . . . It's strange.

It's like somehow, she learned about this longer ago than she did, back in that first week here.. ]

... He died, in his sleep. Like I said, he never ate enough.

...Oh.

[And for a moment it seems like that might be all he has to say, but he forces himself to try to continue.]

I'm sorry to hear that.

[It's awkward, but it's not like he's just saying it. Elda loves her family more than anything, so it's understandable that she'd be bothered by this. Gangrel's just supremely bad at knowing what to say.]

[ . . . Hah.

In spite of everything, Elda's smiling, looking at the pile of things she's going to burn. She dusts a class over one of the dolls. The doll itself isn't important, it's just something to operationally give her hands something to do. ]

Thank you. [ Sincerely, even. ] That old fool gave me nearly two hundred years of happiness, not to mention a splendid family. That life we had together I'll always treasure.

[ It's too sentimental to say to Gangrel, of course, but... Well. She can't not say anything. ]

[...]

It may be out of line to say it, but you sound like you're handling this well. Better than I thought you would, anyway.

[GANGREL]

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