This world is dying, trembling under the weight of forgotten curses and ancient magic. The dead forest surrounding the City of Masks stretches endlessly, a field of twisted, blackened trees whose gnarled branches scrape the sky, as if trying to grasp the stars that vanished long ago. The air is thick with the sickly-sweet scent of decay, and a creeping mist clings to the ground, hiding shadows that shift without reason.
The city itself is a chaotic labyrinth of gothic structures, where streets seem to change places, standing guard against those who dare seek its heart. The alleys are narrow and winding, paved with polished stones that gleam dully in the dim light. Every building is a looming monolith, adorned with grotesque reliefs and intricate carvings that send shivers down the spine.
The inhabitants of the City of Masks are enigmatic beings, their true faces unseen by any. Each one wears an exquisitely crafted mask—made of wood, metal, bone, or glass. These masks do more than conceal their appearance; they serve as vessels for their souls, shielding them from complete oblivion.
They speak in hushed, hollow whispers, their movements graceful yet unsettling, as if each gesture is part of an elaborate, silent performance. None of them recall their pasts; the masks strip away their memories, granting safety in return—protection from the horrors that awaken when night falls.
But every night, the masks come alive, twisting their wearers into frenzied marionettes. They roam the streets, attacking any who dare step outside their sanctuaries. The alleys echo with the sounds of scraping footsteps, murmured voices, and deranged laughter.
The masks bind the souls of their wearers, preventing them from dissolving into nothingness.
Nightfall’s Curse: Each night, the magic of the masks turns against their owners, bending them to dark forces.
The forest that surrounds the city is no mere backdrop—it is a living, malevolent entity.
Its trees resemble contorted bodies, their bark cracked and bleeding tendrils of black smoke.

Includes:
🔹 Sil’Varr Manychime, the Archivist – keeper of lost memories, answering only in chimes.
🔹 Morna Teneglass, the Forgotten Singer – a voice that strips memory, leaving travelers lost forever.
🔹 Velkris Goldmask, the Mask Maker – a sculptor of fate, carving destinies from bone.
🔹 Inciar Flamefaced, the Fire-Masked Maiden – guardian of choice, offering either power or doom.
🔹 Sirellis the Silent, Keeper of Faces – the mute watcher, guarding names long forgotten.
🔹 Lorcan the Scribe, the Chronicler of Ages – a writer of fate, whose words reshape reality.
🔹 Bust of Sil'Varr Manychime
🔹 Bust of Inciar Flamefaced