Hunting the Cult of Many Faces.

I made my way down the cold, chilling road that led to my eventual goal: Oak Inn. I remembered several occasions to which I had to make my way here, but the job I had been hired for on this serendipitous encounter was to hunt a cult that revered these face-changers, as the job described them, beings that could change their physical appearance by their will alone. It would be a challenging job, and I didn't know who would accompany me, I knew it was a legal mage, but I wasn't told any specifics


HP:190
MP: 100%