Previously on Twilight's Edge, crossing the waters between Regos Creeper and Rego Erem, the party and the rest of the theatre company arrive at the Nightshade Theatre.

Here is where they will perform the trials of Lerizat in front of the assembled nobility of West Ground.

Words of reassurance are shared between the party and an unusually nervous Monchaud en en en offer some uncharacteristic encouragement.

There is no time for fear and doubt, however.

The curtain is opened and the trials of Laruzod begin.

Hello and welcome back.

To tosser.

Another episode of Tumble Through, but the first episode of The Trials of Laruzon.

Tumble through presents.

I'm your host in GM and director Krifu Bernal.

My pronouns are he, him.

I think the audience should know that Krifu is really living his best life these.

Times, honestly.

This.

Is.

Just in the theatre.

Kid has been so out this whole time.

I thought he's going to say Krifu Nonon.

Yes.

Think about blocking and about.

Yeah.

Absolutely right.

Yeah.

Hi, my name is Aida.

My pronouns are she, her.

I am not a theatre kid.

Perhaps you, if you'd love it wasn't my jam.

I am playing Sombra.

Whose pronouns are she and they?

Sombra is a bright Kyle monk.

All right, I'm Anna.

I use they it pronounce I'm playing Lowen he they pronounce who is a healthful nephilim wizard and I'm also not a theatre kid but I didn't want to but didn't get the opportunity.

Good.

Hi I'm Evan.

I will be playing LA Razor, the accused played by Nico who is Hawk Leap Druid and all our pronouns are here.

Hi there, my name is Marcus.

Pronouns are he, him and my Gray fork Oracle Zakkun.

Pronouns he him will be playing the part of dentress.

Also pronouns he him I'm wasn't.

I am not a theatre kid, but I feel like in a different life I could have been a theatre kid.

Hi, I'm Pam from CDC and I play actually I'm going to be playing Droveleth, who will be be played by Flint our of him world Cobalt.

I am not and there have been a theatre kid, but I will happily beat you up and take your money.

That's.

The opposite of a theatre.

Kid.

Everyone's got their scripts open, question Mark.

Yes.

Yes.

You said we have to be off script.

Yeah, I mean, your characters are off book, but we well, I didn't memorize any of tessings lines.

That's for damn.

Yeah, I did.

I went full method acting and just spent a week in character IRL now.

I'm actually dressed as a cobo, dressed as a torturer.

Yeah, they're holding a whip.

I'm actually holding a whip in real life.

I know, I know, you've got.

It they're holding Twizzlers.

I'm searching a lot.

We return to the Night Faith Theatre and we can see Vibera Tenestelor Alumaksa wide beautifully dressed woman with awful awful white makeup and red cheeks.

So she's singing opera and when she finishes the crowd claps and she bows and steps off stage and the curtain opens.

Act 1 Condemnation 1st.

We see a high backed Obsidian bench in the center of the stage and as the curtain parts we see Judge Hondurthon played by fezzing his beautiful blonde hair obscured by this awful curly white wig in this very silken black gown, perched on the bench.

An awesome figure of power standing and looming above the shackled forms of Lara, Zod, Ty Bane and Dentress that are kneeling in front of the bench.

Flanking out stage left and stage right, we can see members of the council dressed up in their devilish garb.

A hulking bearded devil bailiff played by Miss You Nuno who has illusions on him cast by Mr.

Hump, stands over the accused spiked truncheon in his scabrous red leather like hands.

Miss You Nuno playing the bailiff speaks order in the tribunal.

The court of his honour Paraduke Montigny Anderthan black tongue of Asmorius, Magistrate Maleficarum.

Now old session all arise, and the council sort of stands up from their chairs, and Honderthan stands, raises a hand.

Be seated, members of the Court.

Today we seek truth, or at least shadows thereof, from 1 La Razad Rilsane, honored veteran of the Shade Star War, member of a once gloried House.

The accused stands on several counts of failed conspiracy, evidenced thereof by the industrious interrogations of the Court's own seeker Drovil at Vorclun, administered with his usual diligence and severity.

In these interviews, Vorclun gathered from notable sources, only a few of whom survived their conversations with the lash that Lerazad held audience with undesirables, the topic of their whispered covenant, the activities of none other than myself.

A most serious affair.

You hereby stand accused, Larrazad.

A spotlight comes on over Nico kneeling in front of the bench.

Who then stands.

Nico Larrazad, how do you look?

I look Larrazad's a houseborn, so Hal Spawn, but with noble clothes.

Probably it's Ahmed because he's he's from the war, right?

He's a veteran.

Also, he's very handsome.

The makeup is striking, but he does look it like he's a little bit downtrodden at the moment for the the the claw, right, the gouging claw.

There was going to have those patterns that kind of like spider up the arm.

So I guess maybe his he's got a tunic on or his his arms are exposed.

Yeah, because he's he has Nico, he's got his, his the guy's RIP, right?

You want to show those off?

As Larazad stands, Hondurthon continues.

You hereby stand accused, Larazad, along with your I'll seeming compatriots of conspiracy to undertake grievous harm to this institution of the Tribunal, namely myself.

Paraduke Montigne Hondurfan.

How do you answer these charges?

Larrazad of House Real saying speak and know that lies are my closest friends.

They'll betray you before I.

Before Larrazad can speak, one of the other characters rises.

As the spotlight comes on over him.

We see Zekun playing the part of dentress, getting up in a slow movement like an older man would, a man who has lived a long life.

Zekun is wearing this wizard's ropes basically a little bit scratchy old looking, and there's this long beard that has been put on his Orkin face and anyone of the cast who knows Zekun without the beard, it might look a little bit weird to have this beard on, but he he, he seems to just roll with it as he gets up the the shackles clanking and as dentress he says hold your tongue boy and we'll escape the firebrand.

Yet your father was the muddle of a deviled Squire.

His tricks were passed down onto you, surely.

So either use them or keep shut that abyss you call a mouth before we all tumble down into it's darkness as.

You deliver those lines, you can see Larrazod takes his head up and turns his heads in your direction, and there's a smirk, A cheeky grin and a sparkle in his eye.

A spotlight comes on the person on the other side of Lair Azad.

Dealing is Sombra dressed in a white tunic with very extended shoulder pads from which this sort of shimmering silvery cloth has been draped from each shoulder across to each side of Sombre's waist to give the illusion of some sort of flowing metallic armor.

Over Sombre's face is this sort of illusory mask of this older pale skin human man with sort of aged smile lines, frown lines, hair more salt and pepper, who from their kneeled position stands up and walks behind Larrazad, bumping him in the shoulder with her own hairless arrogance and accusations back at him.

Larrazad, he wants precious golden yoke's truth.

Give him more than he can choke down.

For whether revealed by the brilliance of Aradan's eye or the long red shadows cast by your Dark Lord's fiery gaze, a man false at heart, shrouded in hollow faiths, is nothing more than a traitor to all.

And as Sombra says this, she holds it.

She holds her hand to her chest, to this overly decorated symbol of Aradin.

The.

Eye with the wings behind it.

So sort of in this like red ostentatious sequently pet pendant.

So after you deliver that and your nudge, the accused Lara Zad sort of like the shoulders slumped, breathes in, stands taller, looks at the crowd, smiles and smirks and says Larrazod knows no lies, great magistrate, and no slanderous tongue caresses my dignity.

The accusations you speak are as true as Asmodeus.

A sword they cleave clean through.

Let the witnesses suffer no more lash.

To burn their innards with pokers and steal their eyes is simply to waste toil better spent in Asmodeus service.

There is but one point misaligned in this dark constellation.

I seek not your death, though the secrets you harbor in your feeble heart deserve a gruesome demise.

I carry no Assassin's blade nor breath stealing spell to rob your mortality.

To end you I need only know you and to cast you in an honest shade, I Pierce your shadows on truth and show you for what I know.

A false knave, a demon sapping wagtail, a pus leaking cataract in the eye of his modius's justice.

And he spits on the ground.

Traitor to our Dark Lord.

The crowd of the Council begins commotioning.

There's a lot of you know, mumble mumble, mumble mumble mumble when a spotlight appears on one of them to the left.

Yes, Lowen stands on the stage of the side.

First of all, they're not wearing a lot of makeup.

They concerted but decide against it and have their hair kind of these really intricate braids on the side that they partially did themselves.

They wanted to have a piece of themselves in this costume or in this appearance and are wearing the altered or new dress rather given to them, which the top is made of the old dress.

So it's like this long blouse, like red top with a kind of almost like a scarf in the middle, which from the same fabric, it's kind of like stitched together in certain areas to make it look somewhat flowy.

And they have what seems to be a skirt that's actually attached to the blouses of one piece.

This black long skirt like piece of fabric with also the same kind of WAVY emotions where it's almost not necessarily Victorian, but it's kind of it's supposed to look more regal in a sense.

And there is like different part of jewelry.

And they actually have I think the biggest change in all this is their body language.

They are trying to portray this character and really stand toward their shoulders back and they will look at the crowd as an aside and their eyes have half looking across the crowd to actually do their part but also scanning faces that will go.

And to think I almost spent this session getting my shoulders wrapped in the bath House of Calrath.

This hell spawns cutting words to more than alleviate tension and enemy sure could.

After all, what is entertainment for if not to distract oneself from the burdens of life.

And things sure are getting entertaining, but how shall how not answer?

This thing is still standing on the bench, and his hand comes up to stroke his bare chin.

Heavy words for a forked tongue to manage.

You juggle them well enough, but like a poor fool, offered jest and jokes, I assume this glib outrage, obviously a threadbare attempt to throw off the keening blade of justice, is backed by the testimony of 1000 law loving friends, perhaps the ancient mage at your side.

And he gestures towards dentress.

Ever your father's faithful lapdog.

Probed the ancient secrets of the cosmos, ha, and uncovered my blasphemous treachery.

You amuse me, hell spawn, and it is the only reason your sniveling soul is not yet blasted away in hell fire and born on a river of sorrow to some disgraceful corner of the 9.

Somber Esteban walks up to Larrazad and directly looks at him saying these devil bowing citizens about us are front enough to Aradan's divine will and some returns to face Hendrotham.

But you, whose left hand clasps devil's claws and right reaches out for demonic boon, infernal oats and abyssal blasphemy, spew in one breath from your twisting lips.

Does your Ariden arse kissing Paladine put you up to such resounding blasphemy?

Have you no tongue of your own to answer my charge?

Lara Zod lifts his left hand and casts gouging floor just kind of like shoves it out like that and looks over it at handathon through like through the claw fingers and says truth is spoken freely in many tongues, false magistrate and by agents of light and crushes his hand into a fist and dark.

You know what you are.

See.

Lowen looks at the crowd again and sort of moves their hand across through their mouth to almost whisper to the crowd.

It's loud enough, because interested is what IA tongue as good with words as his?

Certainly must be good with other things too.

Similar to Lowen as El Sandra moving their hand across their face, Zekun as Dentress does a comparable motion, turning towards the audience and speaks.

She seems to be watching with different intentions.

One voice of descent on the council and the slenderest of chance of salvation is ours to clutch.

Let this wax and sliver of hope not melt until she does.

Let her find her tongue.

Hondrethan wraps his gavel on the bench.

Do you still baffle with false charges or have your battered wits returned?

Speak.

I recall nothing.

I am your accuser, so stand accused.

How do you answer?

Innocent, of course, and so judgement is past.

My right as magistrate puts you to the flames on my command.

My word is law.

Dentress turns towards the judge and interjects respectfully.

My Lord, when I was a barrister of the Tribunal, it was common practice to ask consular consent in any judgment of a matter involving the magistrate personally in the case, as the ancient code of Asmodeus Court scorched on the tablets of law by our great Lord's fiery Talon.

And at that point, Dentress briefly looks over at Larrazad, who might still have that claw out.

It's all got the claw so fallen as to warrant its complete disregard in this Tribunal.

Hondrethon looks disgruntled, sort of clears his throat.

Of course you are correct, old man.

I've no intention of affronting our great Lord Counsel.

What do you have to say on this matter?

Do you concur with my judgement?

And the Council to the left and the right begin muttering aye, aye aye.

Except for Elsandra, as Lowen looks at Honda Town for a moment and then back at the Crown, he goes nay.

Wow.

Lara's on cuts a look across to El Sandra and then and and gives a sly smile.

The two of them lock eyes.

Strokes his his smooth chin with his claw, which turns back into a normal hand as he does it.

El Sandra Wings.

Wings back.

100 Thumb puts a hand up to his chest.

My ears deceive me.

Do you, daughter of hell, speak against our 'cause?

I speak against your judgement.

Our cause is yet undetermined by my mark.

According to oldest codes, truth can be drawn from an offender as pus from a wound.

As Medeus trials show the true heart from the falls, that is trying property in accordance with the old ways.

Sakoon steps closer to Larrazad, noticing the glances that were exchanged between him and Alessandra.

Larrazad leans into you as well.

Is it a bit of an exaggerated stage lean in that like really make it obvious for for the audience.

Dentress goes.

Well done, lad, Your pretty infernal face is good for something, even if your tongue offends all who hear.

Well, all but one.

We may live yet.

Hondurthan looking at Elsandra and the rest of the council and looking around Tesk, The business of the tribunal heaps higher day by day, with cases waiting in the wings by the thousands.

See, Alessandra walks over to Hannertown and moves the hands to gently take his chin, but Lowen as a person will slightly dig his nails into Testing's chin and will look at him and go.

Come, come, sweet majesty.

The spectacle of a few tiles would do my poor heart well.

I wane at these tiresome sessions that the tiles commands would rouse me.

Their thing is trying not to like, flinch as you your nails dig in.

Yeah, they'll let go of him the moment they finish their line.

Hunter than moves back and stretches his shoulders.

So be it.

Lair is odd.

You stand in trial.

By my discretion.

You shall face as Modius's fell tests.

You stand alone in the face of terrors over which no mortal has prevailed.

Not alone, my Lord and Sombres Tibian moves up, and as she princes this nut with a very wet tee, she ensures that a nice glob of stray from her mouth.

Yeah stomps her foot on the ground.

As to Bane, I stand with him.

100 than Justin wipes.

The stick from his cheek.

You are under no obligation to do so.

Erudite back down and be discharged to keep at your driveling benedictions for a few more years at least.

Taibain takes one step forward, chest opens.

I am true to Ariden, my Lord, but I also true in loyalty and kinships as Sombra emphasizes every hard T sound making it wet.

This man, though half fiend his blood may turn, is bound to me in brotherhood as I stand bound to him.

Our blades both matched the enemies of cheliacs.

And what faith divides common cause unite.

You cannot sunder me from his destiny.

I just remembered Summer's wearing a mask, but I'm sure the spit's coming out from underneath.

It's totally spraying out.

Hunterthon now officially has a hand in like sort of not in front of his face, but down towards you to sort of block whatever spit is coming.

Very well, burn with him, fool.

And then he turns to Dentris.

Dentris Maltrada, you are hereby discharged.

Zekun has to suppress a bit of a smirk and giggle as he notices what Sombra has been doing but quickly goes back into character and says.

Nice, Sir, though I wish nothing more.

This boy, as wayward as his fancies take him, is in my care.

I never wavered from his father's service.

I shall not turn my back on the sun.

Surely you've no wish to die?

And 2nd is about to like step into this next line he has to say, and he's recalling the words he had to practice.

But the way that Thessing delivers that line seems to hit something in the orc for a moment.

And he's like, for a moment he's quiet.

And there's this brief moment where maybe some people on stage think that Zekun forgot his line.

But right before Monsieur Nonov from backstage can like start whispering into him, He goes in a bit lower voice and dropping a little bit the dentress voice, he goes.

There are worse fates, Magistrate, then even can be promised on the deepest level of your hell.

And at that point he catches himself again.

He switches back to his dentures voice and goes to walk alive in the world.

My duty undone, my sworn oath broken, is to walk through fires more scorching than any Asmodeus can keep below, though he be a fool.

Lerozad is my master, and I shall stand by him.

Do your worst, magistrate.

I've rolled bones with demons and gazed in Dragon's hearts.

Let us have these trials and be done with my life if the Lords of Darkness so command.

Hunterthon is leaning over the bench at this point.

I need to be careful on because I'm leaning now and I don't want to get too close to the mic.

Foolish old sack of bones, when you cry out for merciful death, I shall look on in pleasure as your soul's wake burns from a withered old corpse.

Make ready the trials begin.

May Asmodeus take pity on your blighted souls, and the curtain closes on Act 1.

How's the crowd reaction?

They love it so far.

OK.

When I was practicing these lines I was cracking up because the 100 thumbs lines are so fucking ridiculous.

Yeah.

They are.

They are.

You've got 5 minutes between acts, is there anything you want to do while like how the vibrateness is performing her intermission Aria?

Once the curtain is closed, I woke up to Loewen and I just get close and I woke up with a smile on my face and I look at them and go, how are we doing?

Because from where I was standing, you did amazing.

Right, thank you.

I am doing OK in the sense that I have not fallen apart, which is a plus.

Backstage, Sombra goes up to Niko and sort of like nudges him on the back.

Like, hey Sombra.

We're literally doing this.

Yeah, it's happening.

We're in it.

We're doing it.

We're going through hell.

We're going through hell.

Much like our weird torture obsessed sycophant characters are going to hell for each other.

I know it's, it's buckled it.

It's so unnerving out there.

You're awesome.

You were great spitting on fisting.

Honestly, I, I, that brought me joy, which is mean.

But we're doing it and it will be worth it.

It will be worth it.

At this point, 2 servants of Asmodeus in their black hoods and robes come up and tap Nico on the shoulder.

Yeah, and they begin taking your costume off of you.

For in this next portion, you are stripped down to your loincloth and they start rubbing oils on you.

OK, I'll do it.

I'll I'll do some push ups, get a pump on they.

Gotta get the pump up.

Yeah.

Yeah.

And Marble goes to Flint, she says.

You've got the whip, right?

Oh, I've got the whip all right.

You know when you're going to be doing your strike.

Oh, I've, no, I'm going to be doing a strike show, right?

He starts doing whipping motions.

OK, all right, all right.

OK, here we go.

Act 2.

Trial by torture.

Oh, because it's good luck.

Fuck you all.

Yeah.

That's not how.

It was.

Yes, it is.

Is that a three hands in Fuck you all?

Is that what we're doing?

No, we just go.

OK.

As the curtain opens, we see that that Obsidian bench where Honda Orthon is seated has moved to the stage left, has moved to the side and has created open space, as have all the council members, including Elsantrum.

And we see a a device, a torture rack gleaming this black polished wood.

The metal is well oiled.

And we see laying hooked up on the rack, an almost naked lair Azad stripped down loincloth.

I'm sure they've got you a nice.

I'm thinking like a like a real, like, you know, he man loincloth going on, Conan Barbarian, Sri Lanka's going on.

Nico, are we good with that?

Yeah, yeah.

Not a fig leaf.

Oh my God.

Stomach gleaming with oils.

To either side of the rack are Dentress and Tybane, who are wearing their armor but are kneeling, are on their knees as from the backstage enters Drovolid Flint.

Can you give us a physical description of your costume?

Sure.

OK, so Drovolid is it's simply like this this giant of a man's like, you know, real mountainly tough guy.

I imagine kind of like a like a torturer lumberjack.

And in order to kind of get that effect, the makeup department have like given Flint a lot more accentuation, not just like on his jawline and such, but on every bit of musculature as well.

It makes him look big.

And he also had a got a pump on in the back before he came outside.

He's wearing a leather torturous smock.

Got a It's got a hood as well, which hangs over his his snout and his eyes and more and of course poke through.

I've just mechanically you are all off guard and Nico, I've taken your armor off.

Great.

Well, why are you all off guard?

Because they're kneeling and they won't be able to defend against these hundredthan, played by phasing, wraps his gavel twice on the bench.

Good keeper of pain, tormentor of liars and demon suckling miscreants, we are honored by your presence.

Show these supplicants the favour of your stinging lash, and with rack and fire purge lies from their lips.

Flint Astrovelich steps forward, pulling the whip between his arms.

Tort and growls.

Magistrate Motherfuckerium, I come before you a simple hand whose lash is guided by the greater glory of Asmodius.

May my scourge do him and this devoted tribunal proud.

With your permission, I shall begin our first trial.

The servants of Asmodius move to the rack and tighten Nico's arms and legs there.

I'll let it out of scream.

You should, because I need you to make a fortitude safe.

Oh no.

Nods appreciatively.

Fortitude save Jesus Christ we.

Should each have two hero points at this?

Point save, save, save, save, save, save, save.

Let's go.

We believe in you.

Yeah.

21, yeah.

21 You take one point of damage.

Drove Lid pulls back the rash and strikes at yeah, the one where Flint looks at Nico and he's like eyes go a little wide as he takes a strike.

And Lara's not OK.

Sorry, Lara's, of course.

So yeah, we match, we lock eyes as the strike comes down, I'll turn my head away.

Well, for the first one that was in that one, which I don't like, so I'm going to heel point it.

Wait, isn't failing good for?

Do you have to succeed for the the sake of?

It's going to look good though, right?

But lose performance?

Oh, no thanks buddy.

Oh my God, that's a bad role.

That's a critical mess.

Another natural 1-2 in a row.

Cannot believe you know what?

The guys got a story.

They don't want me to hurt my feet.

Yeah.

Yeah, exactly.

What it is?

So, yeah, so, so Nico, like Lara Zod is, is tense waiting for this blow to land and it doesn't.

And then and then sort of looks over his shoulder like with surprise at you.

I think Fred got a little bit of stage fright.

The whip just let him down.

Only when you attempt to miss on purpose that you cost popularity.

OK, OK.

Can we can we sell this thing like Lazard firms it like is that tough?

Or I'll I'll play it up even.

Though you.

Missed.

I will be like bites deep.

As the whip lashes across Larazon, the servants of Asmodeus twist the rack again.

Larazon, I need another Fortitude save.

That is a dirty 20.

You take one point of damage.

You hear an audible crack and pop and I'm like oh stop.

Traveling, unheating rears back and takes a second strike this time.

A14 doesn't hit Zombra.

OK.

The whip lashes across Zombra's clothes, touching her but not actually arming her.

Sambra twists her face that is has the magical concealment and lets out this hissy loud sound.

Dentress, not far from Tybane and Larrazade being tortured here, says my good master may be a fool of a hellspawn, but if you think to rack his spine and pull recantation from agonized cries, you are even greater fools than he.

La Resort is no coward, and he sneers in the face of pain.

With true faith in Asmodeus, he cannot waver.

Travolid spits answers.

We can't tell.

Spawn admit you're twisted falsehoods, Serpent tongue traitor and strikes again, this time on the old fool who dares to speak up.

OK, that's a 16.

That's a hit.

Yeah, sorry buddy.

No worries, give me that damage role and see this.

Is such a weird way through that take this I can.

Of.

Course, because I'm off.

Guard to sneak No.

Sneak its head.

No, wait, that can't count, right?

I always put sneak attack.

Surely, surely not.

Mechanically, this is correct.

We're off guard so.

Stop.

I'm the worst pick to be doing damage to people like that.

Oh.

Surely you must choose to do with it.

With it to do sneak.

Attack.

I can choose not to sneak attack, right?

Yeah.

Because you're like targeting like like vulnerable areas and organs, aren't you?

If you sneak attack.

Yeah, I agree.

Covering his mouth.

The face says joy slash regret.

We're going.

To go with thought, Foundry says yes, yes, so.

What I imagine happens is Zekun was of course prepared that Flint Astrovolent would bring the whip around and that that would hurt.

Like it's a whip.

It hurts, but he didn't expect this accuracy that Flint applied to the to the strike.

And that whip just lashes against the side of the throat of Zekun, and there's a very real low sound of pain coming out of him as dentress and a surprised look towards Flint about the power behind that blow.

The audience gasped the first time the whip happened and they were like OK, well, but this time you can hear.

That's that's what, about 1/4 of my total hit points.

Yeah, I know.

I feel bad already that would.

Be that would be offline.

I'm glad I'm not up there.

I think.

Hannah, are you gonna keep re rolling with here?

I also like to imagine that for Flint, it's just like habit, like to strike like that.

Yeah.

That he didn't know any better.

Yeah.

I think what it is is he he hit the other two and was like, this doesn't look good enough and then overshot it.

Physical.

Yeah, yeah.

Does that beautiful?

Does a gout of blood like get the in the splash zone?

Because that would have like that would have spray blood surely?

Oh, which just kind of leaves like a big Welt, Yeah.

This is slashing damage, no?

Slashing.

Damage.

Yeah.

You've not watched enough pirate movies.

So yeah, some blood flies across the stage.

First blood of this plate.

Yeah.

Well then, everyone, we go back to Larrazod on the rack.

Larrazod's looking over at his old friend Dentress and the words he said and as looks horrified at the the damage that has just been done by Flint on Ziku.

That's cool.

No, no.

Keep going.

It's great.

I love it.

So it's got wide eyes, and it was like even an ocean of agony cannot turn truth to lie, darling fiend.

Besides, I'm quite accustomed to a little pain.

What you do in your spare time is not my concern.

I'm going to.

I can't think I'm going to get into it.

I give him a lash.

It's oh God, or Smith's smart mouth that's 22 to hit.

Hits Nico all.

Right, I'm liking this list now actually.

And we were.

Worried about 4014 damage.

I'm so sorry, jeez.

Let's not make a fortitude check as the servants begin tightening the rack.

Oh my God this is worse than fighting normal stuff.

Oh no, that's a 14.

14 is a fail.

You take two points of jamming.

OK, Jesus, it's getting down.

It's going down.

Scream panting as well because I actually heard that I'm I'm bleeding and being cracked.

I have said not about what activities fill my times of leisure.

Perhaps you ought to hang yourself more closely to my every word.

Chris, do I really have to strike three times?

You have to strike three times.

Can I can I take a nap on that?

Oh.

Yeah, like it's yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, smart.

Nico is bloodied, half hit points.

Yeah, OK.

Yeah.

And you can strike whoever you want.

You could strike Sombre 3.

Times.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

What?

Very well.

Probably deliberately looks away from the lizard as he strikes out.

That's the 16th.

I miss Sombra again.

Frustrated sounds born silver tongues but won't face me and I know again for wow that was really does look good on the rack.

It's really distracting actually.

That oil is.

Clean.

Yeah, that's a 10 for another miss.

Sombra as to being just like on their knees.

And finally.

Amazing.

Last strike.

I am so sorry, Marcus.

I don't know why it's happening.

Let's go, let's go.

15 That's what the -1.

That's a minus.

That's a minus, no?

Yeah, it was with a -10.

The total bonus was -1 on your role, yeah.

OK, all right.

Wow.

God damn.

It's just once.

All the damage, Roll the damage.

10 damage.

As that whip like hits again with its full power, Zekun as dentures groans again in pain, another big mark appearing on the exposed skin.

I also imagine that maybe part of the costume is torn at this point where the wind like lashed through it and as Zekun is being rocked by that he kind of bumps towards Lara Zod who is on the rack and this might be a bit stretching it.

This might cause us a little bit of popularity with the crowd, but can I try to?

It's, it's technically not subtle what I'm doing, but kind of like to kind of subtle.

I have notched the scales as one of my Oracle abilities to give eight hit points of healing to Nico.

It's not a spell exactly, it's one of my Oracle abilities.

Kind of like in the hectic of what's happening here on stage.

Could I use that to give some healing to our Lerazord who's been tormented here?

To back them up, could I, could I distract the crowd with a with a big piece to let him have time to do that?

So don't pay attention to him so much if it doesn't seem subtle enough, because that sounds good.

But.

I'm willing to take a risk to that.

Maybe.

No, you're right, it's not a spell.

It's one of my.

Oracle abilities.

OK, OK then.

Yeah, you do that and.

Yes, maybe if Flynn like, distracts the you've got a bloody whip now.

You can just like I do a couple of, I do a couple of whip trips.

I don't have to like, you know, just like over the crowd.

I'm like, you can't cowboy.

I'm doing like some whip cracks as I step forward in the pose.

Flint give me a deception to just to cause a diversion.

All right.

Oh yeah, Whip off a couple of wigs, couple.

Of I was thinking more like blood spatters everywhere on everyone.

Yeah, OK.

They'd.

Love that though, wouldn't they?

So 15.

15 Unfortunately, it's not enough to like distract from the crowd.

So, Marcus, I'm going to have you roll 1D four, please.

1D four.

OK, that's a four.

As some of these cuts and wounds on Lara Zod begin healing, the crowd notices and they don't like that you lose 4 popularity points.

But thanks, Nico, You can take take those eight hit points that I put in chat.

You can get those.

Back amazing.

Thank you.

Back to Drovolid.

So not realising it hasn't been quite effective enough, he goes into his hole should be or he's strutting out in front.

He says we can't and end this trial.

Swift death shall embrace you, and there's more of your smiles upon those who admit their falsehoods.

You may not rend your soul completely, may leave some semblance of your spirit intact.

And as he says, he turns and whips out at Sombre, who is almost your contagion.

But you're all a crit now.

Please don't shut up.

I'm sure you.

Can hear a point that.

You cursed me.

It's not a crit.

It's not.

It's not a crit.

That hits.

It's not a crit.

And.

Still be full damage.

No.

OK, none damage.

Someone really can't take it?

Yeah, right.

Sombra as Tibane's face just kind of whips to the side as the whip I imagine just cracks down the side of their face.

I recant nothing, grind on divine nuisance, sing sweetly as I may, no cries ever.

Can't show you here.

I hate lies as I hate demon loving traitors.

If it growls and strikes twice again, the first hits Sombre again for 21, which comes to 9 damage and then finally finally to Lazard for his Sterling Sterling rebuttal.

But.

Oh my God.

God.

Damn it, it's.

22 to hit was almost the crib.

Almost.

So good, so close.

13 damage.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, Jesus.

Do they stay off guard the whole time?

Yep, they're on their knees.

We're on our knees with our arms bound, OK?

Naked on a rack, Yeah.

Yeah, less than half now.

Also checking in pan, are you OK?

I'm OK, I just, I, I read it and I was like, cool.

I didn't realize the off guard would affect so much.

Yeah, I think the.

Act of the fact that there are these black hooded servants here that twist the rack again when Larazad gets hit.

Make another fortitude.

Save Larazad.

Jesus, I think with them.

I think with.

Them as a part of this if there's such a weird extreme severity.

Energy, yeah.

16.

Let's just say if you take one point at energy.

OK, I am down to 13 hit points.

Yikes.

Yeah, even Sombra's almost at half and and Zeku and Nico are below half now.

I think we should.

Tie all the enemies up and make them kneel.

This will be way easier this way, yeah.

Yeah, so I'm bleeding from multiple wounds now, and there's like bruising and my from my limbs and my my bones cracking.

Had enough Magistrate?

I am certain this zealous inquisitor and I can keep each other occupied for hours, but I doubt you would want to witness that.

Please give in and recant, for the only torment I cannot bear is your continued duplicity.

Recan your own lies, Magistrate.

May Asmodeus have mercy on your corrupted soul.

Hondurathon is just glaring daggers from across the stage and Nico, you can tell Fezzing is enjoying watching you be struck.

Fuck off God.

Somber as to being sort of hobbles on their knees closer to Larrazad and sort of just tries to feebly slam their body against the wooden contraption even in the face of soul crushing pain.

He taunts this ridiculous magistrate of hell.

Sambra Tibane leans back and talks to the top of the stage.

Hear me, Aridan, if Asmodeus has such as Larrazad in this employ, all our efforts are doomed.

But your fist commands such steadfast loyalty as this one here, who laughs at death and grins at the grimmest pain.

Lowen as Alessandra will walk across the stage slowly, but they will do so to hopefully obscure Neko and Sakoon in case any healing or whatever once been or anything.

Once cast, they want to draw the attention to themselves as they move.

So hopefully, like while they're doing their lines, give the others opportunity to do something.

But they will walk across a certain kind of attitude to them and we'll look at the crowd and go.

My, my, such tension in the air.

I almost wish I could get in on the action, the screams, the remarks, the tease.

I wonder what best?

More entertainment?

Simply spectating, or perhaps once this is over I could exchange a few words within myself.

The tormentor at least knows a thing or two about being on his knees.

And you can see it like he's starting to really half in path as he almost half heartedly whips again.

Strikes at Lazard with a can't.

Why?

20.

Three Jesus.

Oh.

OK.

Could you hear a point?

To roll.

To try to reroll lower.

Is there anything we could do?

Yes, I was thinking.

As well.

I roll too fast.

It's fair enough.

Good, good China.

However, that's 12 damage.

I'm sorry.

OK, that's fine.

Lara Zod Fortitude save.

You've one hit point.

Left I'm I'm going.

Can I?

Oh.

My God.

Since Elsandra was doing this little bit of deceptive movement across the stage and that whip came in hitting Lara Zod, Zakun sees the state in which Nico is at this point and before the rack can be turned again using that distraction created by Lowen, I would like to use one of my focus spells, Life Link to create this link between me and and Nico so I can take that damage instead do.

I roll deception.

Please roll deception because this golden thread appears.

Right, that's an 18.

18 is a failure.

Can I re roll that?

You need a 20.

OK.

That rear points, Yeah, rear points.

It's the end of the session time I want to expend those points.

Fuck it.

Slower, even 12 it was nearly.

A low and roll 1D4 for me please.

Yeah, that's a one.

OK -1 popularity point.

The good news is though, Nico, you can get you regain four hit points as I do this, OK?

And the next time you take damage, the first three damage points you take, I take instead.

Can you?

Describe the spell for us.

It's kind of like this idea came to Zekun the moment that Sombra was really leaning into Taibai and like like almost like turning towards Aridan in this display.

And Zekun is as a bit of a follow up to what Sombra's.

Sombra's lines as Taibai were, is casting this little, this gold golden shimmer, this golden tether that comes out of Zekun and just gently and very thinly wraps around Nico just before the rack is turned again.

Go ahead and roll fortitude, Nico, the crowd.

There's some murmuring.

I don't.

Is that?

Oh well, OK.

Good.

13.

13.

Is a fail.

Take two points of damage.

Well instead of Nico I take the Zekun, takes the .2 points of damage then.

OK, so I go down to 17 as the rack is turned.

I feel the wheels turn and brace for the the damage and the pain and it doesn't come and I look over and I see what Zekun is doing and a smile like curls on the on the corners of my mouth.

But I'm I'm lying there as close to death as Nico has has been since anyone has known him, bleeding profusely everywhere and spits blood and and sort of turns and looks directly through like kind of like blurry eyes at this scene at hand.

A thon never flash the flesh from my bones leave only a bloody ruin where I stand to that skinned wreck of a man will wheeze only truth and never never recants and like drops his head back onto the onto the rack.

At this Flint Astro overlit in almost palpable like relief, but the sigh has to sound real, so if he exhales sharply, throwing down the whip, the harder thing he probably should have done and turns and says he is unbreakable, who has a marble tide dragon scale would have shattered long ago, and yet he stands unbowed.

No, like the vaid is unholy lash of mine, gifted to me by emojis himself, I thought, must speak the truth.

The 100th on stands, holding the gavel in his right hand, bezzing, has this furious look on his face.

Fool, continue the trial.

You've yet to probe deep enough into his soul's painful lies.

So he strides up to handathon at this.

Then he goes and stands looking up defiantly and says, you may do the probing yourself, but beware, you may take pleasure.

My work is done, my finding is true.

I've never doubted my hand before, so why do so now?

Could it be this health one speaks true?

Are you allied against our oldest master of darkness?

Mind your place, tormentor.

You speak blasphemy in the face of this Land's own magistrate, Maleficarum.

Beware, your words risk staining your very soul.

Don't be a fool.

If with modus wishes so, then my soul stands with his.

If my hand has failed you, then I shall burn for it.

I shall face so many trials, and I step to Laozod at Laozod's side.

So be a traitor.

Bring on the second trial and he brings the gavel down 1 less time as the lights go out.

Right as the gavel starts going down, Sombra takes the opportunity to whip her head as hard as she says.

And so.

Busy.

Flying.

Moody.

Towards Henderson at the bench.

Make a range to tackle.

I was hoping you would do that.

I rolled a total of 16.

Hear a point?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I rolled a total lower.

Lower 50.

As the lights go down, your loogie lands on the stage floor and the curtain closes to a roaring applause.

That is where we'll end our episode with Half the Party.

Oh my God.

Almost below What?

Oh.

Wow, shock.

But we have, but we have our little, a little thingies.

Heidi Hall.

We've got 5 minutes, yeah.

Yes, it's fine.

We can.

Fix it backstage.

Let's go next.

Oh my God I lost my cool so hard.

The second is coming off like, Oh no, I'm sure.

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