[center][h2][color=skyblue]Marque de Bourdeaux[/color][/h2][/center]
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Marque watched in abject horror as the eldritch creature willed itself into the path of their riding hound. Certain the journey had come to an end, he did not expect for the creature to be felled by a single arrow let loose by Col. Almost in a daze, he had to gather his thoughts as they trampled through the horror's ashen remains. Yet Gardevoir insisted the threat was not yet over, and certainly the creature proved itself a true abomination in how it still moved its bits of ash, surrounding them. Enveloping them. 

Marque listened as his master declared himself powerless to offer continued protection, and the barrier fell. Thanks to the advance warning, he pulled up his shirt over his nose to act as a filter for the air, and elected to breathe in small, shallow amounts. Yet their giant hound was not afforded such luxury. Nothing could protect its nose, and the very nature of carrying them all at such speeds required heavy, labored breathing. How long could the beast last? Once it fell, so too would they all...

Marque shifted his attention to the crow mask in hand. It began to glow, just as the key around his neck. What power could it contain? Once adorned, what would it do? In such dire straits, the time to find out was now. Leaving behind his gentle, practiced touch, Marque hurriedly placed the piece of costumery upon his face.

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[*]Crow Mask
[*]Gardevoir's key
[*]cases of makeup
[*]Couple masks
[*]Two sets of clothes
[*]A wig
[*]Bag of coins
[*]"Proof" of affiliation to House Bryce
[*]Backpack
[*]1 days trail rations
[*]Outdoor blanket
[*]Flask of water
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