Friday, September 25, 2026

Mask Relay 39: Mask of Venus' Smile

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A once-delicately scrimshawed bit of ivory dented with tooth marks. A bar affixed to the front attaches it to a plate of stiffened leather covered in turn by a stretched length of fuligin cloth, completely flat and featureless except for a pair of eyeholes. On the inside of the mask in the forehead region of a Venus or nymph with a heart impaled on a spear. On the back of the pasted Venus is a delicate sigil of golden ink; tucked into a hollow in the bit is a rolled-up slip of paper with a second. The two sigils bind a grue to the mask.   

You hold the mask in your teeth; you can't speak while wearing it, of course. While the mask is worn, the fuligin cloth turns into a vast, echoing hole in your face. Punches and daggers pass right throw, bullets from head on whiz harmlessly into the void. You can reach into the void yourself to pass things inside or take them out; you can hide up to three slots of items in there at a time, held by clammy hands of darkness.

You can bite down on the bit and crack open a tooth, slurped out of your mouth into the darkness, to Charm a person you've made eye contact with for so long as and whenever you wear the mask. Even though you cannot speak, they'll hang onto your every subtle movement and gesture. If you get a private moment with them, the thing inside the mask will reach out to pull them inside. It'll take their eyes and their stature and let you assume both as you please. Be mindful of where you do this; it'll leave spiraling tooth marks gouged all around you. You can do this as many times as you have teeth.

If the sigil on the Venus is damaged, next time you don the mask the eyes seal over with fuligin, and delicate threads creep in and around your ocular nerves to hold them hostage. The void in the mask becomes annihilating. If the sigil in the bit is somehow damage, the threads will fill your nose and mouth and hijack your airways, the wardings on the cloth become reflective, an obsidian mirror that charms all it sees whether you'd like or not. If both the sigils are damaged and you don it, you become a grue.

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Mask Relay 39: Mask of Venus' Smile

Previous Post:  Sundered Next Post: Prime A once-delicately scrimshawed bit of ivory dented with tooth marks. A bar affixed to the front att...