The Custodians of the Dusk
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The Custodians of the Dusk are magical constructs created by a team of Moon Mage guild artificers led by Tozu Ayochi by order of Guildmaster Prime Taramaine Ennis-Braun to patrol Throne City and uphold the law.
Appearance
Floating several inches above the ground, the Custodian wears a pleated robe formed of overlapping blue, crimson and black triangles. It drifts about ceaselessly as it carries out its tasks with dagged sleeves clasped before its chest and the hem of its robe ever trailing along the ground behind it. Where a head might be expected, the Custodian has none; instead a featureless disk of fuliginous cambrinth bobs gently above its stiff collar.
It carries no badge of office or coat of arms, but nevertheless it radiates order and absolute authority.
Atmo Messaging
A pulse of invisible energy ripples outward from the Custodian.
Being Arrested
- Surrendering
You plead with the Custodian to take you into custody. It responds by gesturing with its empty sleeve.
The world around you is torn away...
You awake, stripped of your posessions, in:
[Imperial Palace, Dungeon Cell] Light flickering through the steel bars from the processing chamber is weak, making sight difficult for all but those with the sharpest eyes. Near-crumbling skeletons chained to the brass rings along the wall decorate the otherwise glum and dark cell, and an orchestra of water drips and mortal moans entertains any living residents. Obvious exits: none.
- Being Caught
A pulse of invisible energy ripples outward from the Custodian.
The Custodian gestures with a flap of its empty sleeve.
The world around you is torn away...
You awake, stripped of your posessions, in:
[Imperial Palace, Dungeon Cell] Light flickering through the steel bars from the processing chamber is weak, making sight difficult for all but those with the sharpest eyes. Near-crumbling skeletons chained to the brass rings along the wall decorate the otherwise glum and dark cell, and an orchestra of water drips and mortal moans entertains any living residents. Obvious exits: none.
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