>>5603735>>5603750>>5603838>>5603877>>5604035>Look closer at the banner. They appear to depict someone.You look to one of the many banners that fly overhead, cloth caught in a gentle dance from strings. The ensign is done up with ornate patterns of radial lines and inverse curves, intricate circles and star maps that frame one figure in the middle.
The dark robed, deer-skulled man cuts an imposing figure at the center of the piece, antlers extended like veins and eyes aglow from behind the mask. The text above the portrait reads FINAL JUDGMENT, and below it lies the ominous portent 2 DAYS.
“Who’s the skull-fucker-guy?” You nudge the hag, whose begun to wipe the puke from the corners of her mouth.
“That–hghk–is ELI DE VILLIERS. The foul rapscallion upstart who leads this mess of a cult and drives out any girls that don’t fit his sick view of beauty.” She spits on the ground. “Feh, that foul mask of his! Don’t believe these portraits. They do him up to make him look big and scary, but he’s shorter than even me. You could step on him, dearie.”
“Hmmm..” You place a hand on your chin–maybe you will. But your glance toward the banner has drawn your attention to something else: the cultists affixing banners to walls and stalls are wearing masks. This seems like some kind of masquerade festival. You may do well to fetch something for yourself to blend in..
>Pass through the festive street. Look for a mask to purchase.>Ask a zealot nearby where the party is.>Go for a back alley look-see.>Write-In. 