In the ashes of the conflagration that claimed Schloß Revaeb and its master, Herzog Revaeb, rescuers found the mask–intact despite seeming to be made of wood, and as strong as steel despite its charred state. The first to handle the item soon discovered its terrible secret, and the price it demands.

Simply put, anyone who puts on the mask will find themselves filled with incredible power. Flight, invulnerability, near-perfect comprehension, inhuman speed. Gouts of fire can spring forth from their fingertips at a whim, and they can level a city with their power, should it suit them. But as terrible as this power is, its cost is equally terrible. For the wearer will be consumed by flames, a torch, and the power will last only as long as their body. Once they are burned to a cinder, the flames will fade and the mask will come to rest upon a pile of ash.

The mask cannot be removed, so the price for its use is universally death. For some, though, the price is worth paying.

High Inquisitor’s Note:
Before the Embermask was put under lock and key, it was often sought for revenge, for murder, for sadism. And then there was the poor page who was just always cold.

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