Meanwhile in the arena...
The well known and respected priestess and oracle is being escorted to the center of the arena by 2 strong looking body-guards.
"And introducing our ever so lovely oracle, Millian!" Exclaimed the announcer.
Millian is quite the attractive youth, as the Goddess generally tends to pick for this position. She stands at 5' 6" and is wearing the traditional gown of the oracle.
"May the many journeys unto manhood and womanhood commence at my command." She projected using her Gift.
"Alright then m'lady, the first initiate is approaching the arena!" Stated the announcer.
"Kellow Witherwit!"
The crowd roared as Kellow strode into the cheering stadium.
"At 17 years of age he is just primed and ready to join the ranks of the mature. He is a self-described 'poker master' and with his 6' build he excels at his favorite sport of shenanigans"
This elucidates a laugh from the audience.
"He is a skilled user of his Gift and hopes to one day travel the world and spread the love of our fair lady to those who have never heard of her before."
"Everybody give it up for Kellow!"
The crowd cheers ecstatically as he enters the arena donning a wide grin and a peace sign in each hand.
"Let us see what his trial has in store for him today."
Kellow strolled up to Millian, who has been patiently waiting for him, and knelt to deliver his Trial Line
"I bow before our goddess and wish to become a proper individual amongst our society."
Upon the recital of this statement Millian's irises disappear and her voice becomes one reverberating with power and authority.
"Thou art a hopeful and wise youth. Lofty goals are held by the in all seriousness and your loyalty knoweth few bounds."
"Alas I spy one fault in particular that you must temper yourself against. You lack restraint and my Gift unto your people is one of balance and out-flow of the soul. I have prepared a trial for thou upon which I put the following qualification, use only your Gift, and no other weapon to grant you victory."
The posessed Millian raises a hand and an apparition of purple hue about 8 feet tall with 4 arms materializes 2 meters away.
"You may fight, my champions."
The apparition began its wild and formidable charge.
Kellow takes a breath and stands his ground, instead of charging towards its legs like he normally would. The golem reaches him with a ghostly screech as it grabs with all 4 arms. Kellow grabs 2 arms with his own hands, and the other two with two outgrowths of Gift from his shoulder blades. Kellow closes his eyes and focuses on his Gift with more of his consciousness. He shoots another outgrowth from his chest as he exclaims in rage at the apparition. This outgrowth comes out the apparition's chest and it dissipates into a listless smoke once more.
"Congratulations Kellow, you have acknowledged your weaknesses and pledged your fealty unto me and your countrymen, go and be a man!"
With this the crowd roars its praise as Kellow jubilantly exits the arena.
But amongst the ranks of the crowd some shadows stir...