[color=a187be][h3][center]~The Faceless, Nyarlith~[/center][/h3][/color]

Within the forest, off the beaten path close to the cabin, something stirred. It was subtle at first. A trick of the darkness for those with normal eyes. Then, silent whispers were heard, muttering impossible things to those who heard as a bell tolled somewhere in the distance. The whispers grew louder and louder with each toll of this unseen bell, threatening to deafen any mortal that would have been listening.

And then silence.

Two figures stood in the forest, appearing as if from nowhere right in front of the cottage's door. Both garbed in robes and a mask, all bodily features hidden by the darkness. One inhaled, taking a deep breath of the crisp night air, before turning its head upwards towards the sky. The situation seemed in total, quite surreal. Two figures appearing from nowhere in a dark forest. Someone could have very well thought this was a nightmare or dream had it not been for the fact this was all very, very, real.

Wordlessly, the two entered the cabin, a feeling of slight unease washed over the purple robed being.

It was [i]Exciting.[/i]

It was a rare thing when Khata Nyarlith was excited. Over their incredibly long life they had seen many things, communed with a number of great ones, discovered many things within the Unknown. Of course, no matter how deep they dug into the unknown beyond, there was always [i]more[/i]. Another great one to find, commune with, and speak with. The same excitement filled the creature now, for they were about to commune directly with an ancient great one themselves. It was enough to make them absolutely joyous. If that expressionless, mask covered face could express emotion, it would be wearing the largest grin man had ever laid eyes on.

[color=a187be]"Ahhh, it seems we are not the first to arrive."[/color] Nyarlith commented joyfully as they entered the cottage noticing the two others, especially the one with the mask. The black, eyeless sockets in it gazing at the other masked individual for a few seconds, as if trying to discern something about it...before simply laughing and walking to the other side of the room followed by the second masked individual with it who glare at Aesir from beneath their mask, but said nothing and merely accompanied their master to the opposite wall.

[color=a187be]"How wonderful!"[/color] They spoke again, voice neutral and unable to tell the creatures gender from it alone. It turned to face those currently gathered in the room, likely would have been smiling beneath its mask had it the face to do such an action with. "[color=a187be]A pleasure to make your acquaintance future comrades! Especially you, masked one! Such an exquisite, beautiful thing you are. Your eyes are so dull though, it makes me sick. Such a beautiful ornament is wasted on you."[/color] They chuckled, though what they could have been thinking beyond their words were nothing but a mystery.

[color=a187be]"But I digress! All of us have been beckoned by the Great One here for a reason, no? Ahh, I can see great things will be done in this room! The start of something wonderfully chaotic."[/color] The second masked individual simply remained quiet, observing the others in the room, masked features going from the pirate to the impertinent one with the mask. A sword was strapped to their belt, likely ready to be used at any moment.

[b]"Lord Nyarlith, please refrain from such antics. We can not trust any of these...insects."[/b] The voice, though muffled by the mask and spoke with obvious disdain, was clearly feminine. At this, the one named Nyarlith laughed, walking away from the center of the room and back towards the wall opposite of Aesir, falling silent as it observed the reactions the others would have to this.