MASKTOURN

clove wakes

Clove 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. She'd soon realize her clothes have been changed- gone is whatever she was wearing before, replaced by a simple, robelike outfit entirely in black. She still has her ring, though. 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 Clove’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, Clove Thomasyouri Eripmav.

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 Clove’s face without falling, held there by some kind of magic. It only covered her eyes and upper faced, and mirrored the look of a bird’s face. Despite no eye-holes, Clove 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. If Clove investigated the chest, she'd find something curious. The chest is filled mostly with linens- bedding, towels, spare outfits, but at the top is a folded, black parasol. (edited)

@Morgan | Clove 🦇 + Leo 🩸 |

Clove awoke slowly, almost comfortably. The environment was… different from the bar she worked and lived at, but after some recalling of the events leading up to her awakening, she felt a bit relieved. She was still pretty hopeful about getting a small vacation, no matter how eccentric the godly host was. What did throw her off, however, was that her black dress was gone- replaced with a simple black robe. Darn, no more tasteful cutouts… …But, if that was the only loss the vampire was experiencing, then she was more than confident calling it a win. She was without her large sunhat as well, but after careful inspection of both the note and the chest she was led to a black parasol tucked away in the chest. Humming to herself, Clove carefully put on her mask, before taking the parasol and stepping out of her room. Her ring and tablet stayed behind for now, though she was sure to return for them eventually.