Fanrod Mornedoc runs a shop under the Ever-changing Masks moniker. And it's not just any masks that come out of his workshop: none for the all-comers to the city's annual festivals, no, that was only when he arrived in G.K.A. 1002 and for the next two years. Nor were they the prettiest that the rupins of the High Terrace liked to show off, no, that was only during the next three years. In fact, since the year G.K.A. 1008, the workshop has devoted itself almost exclusively to the production of the masks of the reigning God-King!

If Fanrod's workshop today exclusively produces masks for the dignitaries of Laelithian high society, the craftsman once excelled in another, darker register: emblem-masks of war. Designed to be worn below one's helmet on the battlefield, they were intended to scare off the enemy.

Depending on their wearer's personality, the masks-emblems represented demons, warrior Gods or abstractions of war such as fury, carnage, revenge, madness… But to wear such a mask had a price of its own; and many a wearer of these masks turned out to be a little too impressionable and lost their reason.

Legend has it that the emblem-mask of Asthur was so imbued with hatred that it definitively struck its wearer and all of his enemies, making them and their descendants perpetual hereditary Nemesis, closed to any possibility of a reconciliation even hundreds of years later.

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