soulping | AMALTHEA

AMALTHEA

[The room you step into looks like it could be a miniature ballroom, complete with stained glass windows and vast, ornate mirrors.

Your team's column is set into one wall, easily accessible but as impregnable as ever. One of the mirrors may prove almost as interesting, if you can tear your eyes away from your trapped teammate. Through it, you are somehow able to see every other team's column and what is inside, though nothing beyond that.

The floor beneath your feet polished, patterned wood, inlaid with the pattern of a grand sundial in your team's colors. In the center of the pattern stands a pedestal, upon which sits a collection of colorful glass ornaments. It looks like there's room for other items, but there's nothing else to be found just yet . . . ]

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[The ornament shatters, releasing a fine mist. When it clears, you find a small stoppered bottle resting on the pedestal.

Nyssa speaks up:] Your task is to drink. Have heart, my darling! This poison won’t kill you immediately.

[-- WHAT THE HELL]

What do you mean immediately?!

...

[oh god and turtle teammate is drinking the vial TRYING TO STOP HIM]

[ but our tiny.

But poisoned turtle.

But tiny.

But turtle. ]

[NO TEAMMATES SHOULD HAVE TO DIE THO. TINY OR TURTLE]

[ at ... at least this is the last round but. ]

[ weakly: ] You...

Ha. Ha.

[He was already expecting something like this, and considering it's drink the vial or drown blaze . . . WELL. He's going to drink the damn via.]