OctarineShrike
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[x]Use the Crimson Lost Mask to attempt to feed on Zombies if doing so establishes a characterization of recklessness for Dorian
-[x]Enter Hospital Otherwise
-[x]Enter Hospital Otherwise
Why would we want Dorian to be reckless?[x]Use the Crimson Lost Mask to attempt to feed on Zombies if doing so establishes a characterization of recklessness for Dorian
-[x]Enter Hospital Otherwise
Discord concerns about our characters morality due to the nature of our crafting mask I'm currently heeding. Basically our crafting mask is the equivalent to a gamma reactor on Dorian's homeworld/wasn't much better if any than the mask that weaponized facelessness and we're somewhat panicking about it, because it means we're either an amoral monster or incredibly reckless[X] Enter Hospital
The idea of trying to farm whatever those things were for blood is clever, but we're wounded pretty badly so I don't want to get too cute with things just yet.
Why would we want Dorian to be reckless?
Oh. Damnit.Discord concerns about our characters morality due to the nature of our crafting mask I'm currently heeding. Basically our crafting mask is the equivalent to a gamma reactor on Dorian's homeworld/wasn't much better if any than the mask that weaponized facelessness and we're somewhat panicking about it, because it means we're either an amoral monster or incredibly reckless
Dorian can be pretty ruthless about his objectives.That's when Dorian issued a signal; a crossbow bolt struck the Inquisitor's neck, its force causing him to drop to one knee. The female Inquisitor drew a rapier but within an instant froze as Dorian stepped forward and sunk a cold blade into her collarbone, slamming it through and neutralizing her. Before the final Inquisitor could decide on shouting for aid or intervening, a third assassin stepped out of the shadows from behind, and in one proficient motion, snapped his neck. The crossbowman fired a second bolt, right between the leader's eyes, as Dorian drew the blade out and allowed the woman's lifeless body to drop prone. Each of the inquisitors was smiling as they died.
The Emperor, borrowing Duke Bauta's form, stood with arms casually folded. He'd observed the spectacle as if viewing a show in a theater. The azure mist, in the meantime, had continued to spew out spirits of the dead and coating the courtyard's floor; a veritable battalion of soldiers facing Dorian and closing off access from his quarry.
Damn that is going to traumatize him being forced to kill his own comrades is messed up.Adrenaline came down soon, and with it, came a deeper, more abiding pain; no more muted by the strain of effort and loss. Gradually, the Emperor's command unwound, like a knot undone by years of decay, and he finally comprehended the crime of betrayal he'd committed. He'd not known Cross and Shade for more than a year, and it still ached.
The different cultures and culture shock is going to be something he'll have to adjust to.Faceless?
All of them certainly resembled a Faceless on the surface, although only in that regard; their bodies sallow and thin, faces ashen and dead-eyed, as if deprived of meaning or human substance, and mouths producing no sounds except the guttural. And yet, he could still identify each one easily, and differentiate them. That wasn't true Facelessness.
The Artificer Mask has enough concept space to not make you a full retroactive sociopath.
But still
it's a Facelessness mask so
making it back on Drethir indicates
a certain willingness to cross any taboo it takes
to reach your goal.