Will the mask smile for you or frown? Do you know who you are? Do you really?

“In the Black, dead souls creep
Seeking vengence without sleep.
Sacrificed for precious stones,
Rend they now flesh and bones.
Bloody staind and drenched in tears,
Stones cry out to one who hears,
‘Treachery has sown the seeds!
Now you’ll be the one who bleeds!
Wear us well, you who brave,
Next you’ll be in the grave!’”
- Tas-Vessina’s curse

A strange, mystical box, with many rumours attached, that does not want to reveal its secret…

“First, I nibbled on his earlobe. Then, I bit into it, letting the red, red blood roll down his neck. Then, when he screamed and started tearing at me, I ripped the flesh from his hand. Ah, it tasted so good! Yes, yes! Then, I ripped through his jugular, and bit through his spine! Yessss…..”

I am the mask that grins and lies

I'll hide your face and shield your eyes....

None could deny that the Torner the Fearless’ heartbroken widow did mourning well.