MASKTOURN

eremurus wakes

Eremurus 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 he 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 Eremurus'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, Eremurus Alphanzeyauro.

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. You have been provided with clothing items for support and motivation, but please do not wear these as it is not part of your uniform.

Your Leader, 
Kairas Krosanyouri

The mask was of black porcelain, and would sit on Eremurus’s face without falling, held there by some kind of magic. It only covered his eyes and upper faced, and mirrored the look of a bird’s face. Despite no eye-holes, Eremurus 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 Eremurus investigated the chest, he'd find something curious. The chest is filled mostly with linens- bedding, towels, spare outfits, but at the top is their sash, neatly folded, along with their jewelry. (edited)

@Cap | Eremurus + Valerie

Eremurus woke up in a cold sweat. They're eyes wide as the flowers that decorated their antlers changed. Rhododendron. Fear. Danger. They frowned as they watched the petals fell onto the bed. They anxiously scuttled forward and grabbed their jewelry, falling off the bed in the process with a oof. Quickly, they put their jewelry back on, as well as their crown. Eremurus eyed their sash, then wandered to the note. They were forbidden to wear it. Great. "......Hnnnn..." Anxiously he made a noise. How much would they really care? Not too much right? Eremurus grabbed the sash and put it on, a few of the flowers turning to Lavander. Comfort. Maybe he should explore. Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Sure. So, he left, anxiously wandering around.