Come to me for blood, have you? No? Ah. For wisdom. Listen to my words, then, and then we shall measure your worth ...
- Tell me about Black Masks.
You've managed to find me, that proves you have cunning. Word is that you also have some talent. So, you want to don the Mask? First learn who we really are.
If you listen to the stories, you've heard all sorts of things about the Black Masks. That we are legion, a secret army of evil killers who've turned our back on God and King, ruthless assassins who can walk through walls, who kill every man we see and who grow rich off the blood we shed. Know this: stories are just air.
Listen to the bishops or the Knights of the Sash, and they'll fill your head full of sermons about virtue and the tenets of their faith. More air. Men are judged by deeds, not words. They might revile us from the pulpit, but even bishops buy my blade when they have the need. It makes their hearts sick that my calling is just as high as theirs.
How can that be? Consider: How many conflicts have there been in the world? How many wars! How many of them might have been stopped with a single blade! Look at the kingdom of Alvaetia. Two brothers, both honorable knights, both men of impeccable virtue, waged ten years of civil war proving which of them should rule. Thousands died in the deciding of it, when only one man need have. Is that honor? The princes of the world have learned, slowly, despite all their precious virtues. Successions, marital disputes, trade wars, even theological arguments have all ended on the point of my blade in the dark of the night. And so terrible wars end before they can even begin, and the people are spared the scourge of war. Is this evil?
Do my employers deserve to win their fights? Have they truly earned the victories I hand them? I don't trouble myself with such questions. If my benefactors are corrupt or undeserving, their righteous enemies can buy my blade if they wish. Is this not just?
Know this: the stories only scratch the surface. From before the first sunrise, there have been those who wore the mask. Our order was born among the ancient Elves, whose intrigues often called for subtle murder. For thousands of years the order has waited, and grown. Even the Irekei kept the arts of the Black Mask alive, though they'll claim they first devised them. A secret army of killers? We're far more than that ...
There are those who think that the Black Masks are no more, that the Sundering put an end to our profession. These men are fools. Our role has never been to kill. Killing is just a means. We are the Hands of Fate. Our blades carve the channels which shape the river of Time.
The bishops will tell you that the sins of man have closed the Gates of Heaven. In our shattered World, they say, a man can die a thousand deaths and will forever awake at the base of the Tree of Life. A great curse, they say, to never die.
Perhaps for them ... but not for us. The Turning was to us the greatest of gifts. Pain still exists. Humility still exist. These have become our stock and trade. Now when we change the world, the sin of murder has been lifted. We are petty assassins no longer. We are the true voice of Justice.
Yes, many think we've hung up our Masks, but our blades are as busy as ever.
- How do I become a Black Mask?
So you want to wear our mask? Learn the greatest of our rules, then: the Rule of One Shadow. All Black Masks must stand together, or we are nothing. Taelmar the Spider has defied our lows -- he refused to honor a contract, then killed the Mask who came to ask him why. The last I hear he was a marked man, hiding among foul spiders from whom he took his nickname. Rumors have placed in in the bogs where drakes dwell, in the wildlands of the Aelfborn, among the barrows of the ancient kings, or in the jungles the Amazons strive to tame. Kill him, and you will have proved your worth to us.
- Train discipline: Black Mask
- Done
血を求めて、わたしの所へ来たのか。違うのか。知恵が欲しいのだな。わたしの言葉を聞け。そうすれば、わたしたちはおまえの価値を測るだろう。
ブラックマスクについて話してください。
どうすればブラックマスクになれますか。
わたしたちの覆面を着けたいのか。わたしたちの諸規則における最高のものを学べ。一致影の規則のことだ。ブラックマスクたちの全員が団結しなければ、わたしたちは無力だ。影蜘蛛チャルマーはわたしたちの法を無視した。かれは、契約を受ける名誉を拒否したうえに、理由を聞きに来た一人の覆面を、殺害したのだ。
最後に聞いた話では、チャルマーは要注意人物になっており、かれの自称における由来となった、汚いクモたちの間に、隠れている。複数の場所でチャルマーの噂が立った。ドレイクたちが住み着いた泥炭地、アルフボーンたちの原生林。ならびに、往古における諸王の諸墳墓、女人族たちが制御に努めている熱帯雨林だ。チャルマーを殺害すれば、おまえの価値が証明されるだろう。
分野の訓練を行う：ブラックマスク
終了
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用語一覧
あ：アルフボーン（Aelfborn）
い：一致影の規則（Rule of One Shadow）
し：女人族（Amazon）
ち：チャルマー［影蜘蛛］（Taelmar the Spider）
と：ドレイク（Drake）
ふ：ブラックマスク（Black Mask）
