Week 3.

[trustharder]

WEEK 3 Another week has passed; two more Survivors are gone. Pearl and Caren both had someone to fight for, someone worth killing for; perhaps it's for the best to hope that somehow they've found peace despite not being able to collect on the Kingmaker's incentive. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; there aren't any bodies to be found on Sunday morning. That doesn't mean the night passed easily, though - it seems another piece of your personal puzzle may have fallen into place while you slept... Following that spiral staircase up to the second floor will reveal something strange; those stairs definitely lead far higher than you remember, up to a previously inaccessible third floor. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; consider it your reward for a job well done. SURVIVORS REMAINING: 23

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[OOC: Welcome to week two of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins and the coming week's activity check; don't forget to check in to this week's activity check and submit your memory regains!

The text and calling posts are still active, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]

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[captainobnoxious]

[Sigrun picks the lyre back up gently, humming thoughtfully.]

Alright, sure! I don't mind.

[It's going to be about her, after all. The tune's got a little of an aggressive tone to it now, befitting a gruesome tales, and Sigrun's putting on quite the show as well.]

In the heat of summer, trolls ran about
slithering and slimy as all gave a shout!
Sigrun the Brave, with twenty odd fellows
swooped in upon them as swift as a swallow!
Clangs, crashes, screams and more
devoured the silence before suddenly -- a roar!

[The notes heighten for dramatic effect with her half-snarl itself, a grin stretched across her face as she continues.]

A troll that felt not beast nor man
had decided to make its way through their land,
but Sigrun the Brave, the Great, the Wise,
took a dagger and stabbed it right between the eyes!
She tore it asunder and blood spilled out
marred the rock as it tried a new route,
but Sigrun drove the blade far in
'til she'd been pulled out by ten other men
and there it lay, beached as a whale,
while Sigrun and others had a bit of ale.

[And there the tale ends, apparently, as she hums a little and settles back.]

And that's how I wrecked my first giant.

[sleepingkogoro]

[That sure was a colorful tale. Unexpectedly colorful. What happened to the relative calm of the bard songs, this is not at all what he thought it would be.

Mouri visibly needs some time to recover]

[captainobnoxious]

I know, it's too awesome for words.

[Pluck pluck pluck. She's so happy about it.]