Opening the doors, you are met by a wall of darkness barely permeated by the light filtering in from the hallway. With a start you notice a figure sitting on a cushion to your right, with a number of crates and bags surrounding them. They seem to be just as startled as you are and jump up as you enter.
As they approach you notice that they are wearing a mask that completely covers the head. It seems to be made of metal and has a grotesque visage, with the eyes being enclosed in some kind of clear glass. They hold their hands out in a placating gesture, then remove the mask, it being held in place by multiple straps and buckles.
“Peace friend, peace!”they exclaim.
In the faint light emitting from the open door, you see that they are a being of average height. Lean of frame, and wiry. Its skin is an ashen color; not sickly, but apparently a natural tone. Its face is narrow, with a slightly pointed chin and nose. Its cheekbones are wide and frame eyes that seem to be too large for its head. The irises appear to be a light violet color. The pupils are much akin to a goats, forming an X, but pointed as a cat would have. As it moves in and out of the light you notice that its irises glow red in the darkness.
Its ears are pointed and lay close to the side of its head. There are multiple piercings adorning their length. Many seem to be bejeweled with amethyst and ruby. It has a narrow top lock of thick, coarse hair meticulously braided that flows down its back of a shockingly bright crimson color. short tusks jut from its lower lip. You notice that its wearing a loose shawl and sash, over a form fitting suit of some kind of scale armor. It carries no weapons, but a large scroll case hangs from a leather strap from its shoulder.
“My name is Avanet, and my Lord bade me meet anyone who walked through these doors to warn them of the danger here.”
It starts rummaging through the crates, glancing briefly at you from time to time and shortly comes out with a mask similar to its own. You notice that the eyes are covered in a red glass instead of the clear that they have. It holds the mask out to you.
”there was a cataclysm around a century ago, and our kingdom was ripped in half.”
It takes the time to meticulously put its mask back on, and its words become somewhat muffled.
”A great chasm opened up and a great plume of mist rose up from the depths and engulfed almost our entire people.”
It pushes the mask it offered you into your hands.
”please put that on.”
“The mist changes people. The longer they are exposed, the more they change.”
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