MASKTOURN

carrion wakes

Carrion wakes laying on a bedroll in a small room. It’s hardly comfortable, but it’s something. There’s no sign of the Lifebringer- or anyone, really. They'd soon realize their clothes have been changed- gone is whatever it was wearing before, replaced by a simple, robelike outfit entirely in black. Morning light filters in from the window, casting the entire small room in a dewy haze. The room is tiny- big enough only to fit the bedroll, a small basin for washing, a chest at the foot of the bedroll, and a low, small writing desk, on which is a folded piece of paper, labeled with Carrion’s name, a clay tablet, and a porcelain face mask. The entire room is furnished in plain black tile, and opposite the window is a stone-paneled door leading out. The letter on the desk is written in small, neat script, reads as follows:

Welcome, Carrion Salvetoreyeiren.

You have been invited to compete in the Lifebringer’s tournament, in this, their hallowed domain. Not only have you received this honor, you have also been selected to compete alongside the Birds, under my leadership. If you have any concerns, or anything suspicious to report, please alert it to my presence. I will be watching you. 

Please wear the mask provided, as it is part of your uniform.

Your Leader, 
Kairas Krosanyouri

The mask was of black porcelain, and would sit on Carrion’s face without falling, held there by some kind of magic. It only covered their eyes and upper faced, and mirrored the look of a bird’s face. Despite no eye-holes, Carrion would be able to see clearly even with the mask on. The clay tablet was just too big to be held in one hand, and was accompained by a small stylus for writing. Its surface displayed the #group-chat, and would update magically as more messages were sent. (edited)

@Saj | Gale🌪+Carrion🍄

Carrion wakes with a start, thrashing as they open their eyes- and realize the thing attacking them was gone. He didn’t recognize the room.. “..Yoli? Wh-where.. what happened? Who- who was that?” …..Nothing replies. The voice in their mind is silent. “H-hey, Yoli? Li- pl-please, what’s..? Hhhhaha- th-that’s ffine I- I can.. c-can figure it out! That.. person, sstill- still here, I.. have to get out- get out, that’s fine, it’s fine..” Their hands flinch at the touch of strange fabric, panic rising as he feels smaller and weaker. His eye falls onto the desk and the paper on it. He reads it- and the panic is accompanied by anger at the name before them. Steadily frowning, they rush over the paper, finishing and completely ignoring the mask and tablet. The voice in their mind is still silent. He can feel his heart pounding again. Carrion slams through the door and into the hallway.