Game Instructions: If you have gathered confessions, you can now choose to keep or betray them. These options will be available until the 9th of November.
You don a bear mask...
[…] You pass a costermonger giving his wares away to any who'll take them. 'This time next year I'll be Prince of Polythreme!' he declares. 'And I'll never have to look at morels, ratskin or weasels again! I'll ban them! By royal decree!' […]
Your friend will receive: At the Feast of Masks [Friend] called on you with bare feet, their face hidden behind a bear mask, and invited you to confess an error of violence.
Once Accepted
Your friend will receive: You confess your error of violence to [Friend], who tells you they will light a candle to burn it away. Already, your pains are less.
You will receive: [Friend] tells you a tale of split knuckles, broken bones and blood in the mouth. You nod - there is no judgement at the Feast - and reassure them that you'll light a candle. Its flame will consume their error.
You don an owl mask...
[…] A vicar stands on a cart, spewing prophecy. […] '...the Stone Pigs will be crowned to reign in filth and folly! The mouthless angel will unleash a plague upon the stars! They will fall - first one by one, then in multitudes!'
Your friend will receive: At the Feast of Masks, [Friend] wore white. From behind their feathered owl mask, they invited you to confess an error of curiosity.
Once Accepted
Your friend will receive: You confess your error of curiosity to [Friend]. They lay a hand on your shoulder and swear to light a candle to burn your deeds away. You'll sleep better, knowing that.
You will receive: [Friend] tells you of the things they did to prise secrets from the city. Their eyes shine. You lay a hand on their shoulder. You will light a candle, you say, and the flame will eat their wrongdoing.
You don a fox mask...
[…] A zailor bumps into you in the street[…]. 'Don't look up!' he entreats you. 'Look down! Down, to the belly of the zee. It lives. It moves! Ask it a question it doesn't know and It will shrug, and drown all the Neath!' […]
Your friend will receive: [Player Name] seeks you out at the Feast of Masks, wearing a fox mask and humming an old Bazaar-hymn. Discreetly, they invite you to confess your error of Impropriety.
Once Accepted
Your friend will receive: If [Player Name] is shocked by your tale of scandal, their fox mask reveals nothing. They light a blue candle, to burn the mark of shame from your reputation.
You will receive: [Player Name] admits a disgraceful incident. Fortunately, even were you to blush, your mask would hide it. You light a blue candle, to burn the mark of their shame away.
You don a cat mask...
[…] you hear rooftop voices.[…] Cats.
'I saw all the mirrors open like doors...'
'Well we've all had that one.'
'Yes, but this time nothing came out. Instead all the people climbed in. […]'
Your friend will receive: [Friend Name] calls on you during the Feast of Masks wearing a cat mask and a pair of white-stitched black gloves, and invites you to confess an error of Guile.
Once Accepted
Your friend will receive: You admit a certain skullduggery to [Friend Name], and the suspicions that fell on you as a result. They say they'll light a dark candle to hide your involvement. Is that disappointment in their voice?
You will receive: In a whisper, [Friend Name] reveals a number of skullduggeries. You promise to light a dark candle to conceal their involvement. Step more softly [Friend Name]. To err is one thing; to be caught, another.
You don a skull mask...
...and carry an unlit candle. The air is raucous with weeping and laughter.
You overhear two urchins on a rooftop. 'I saw it!' One whispers. 'I'll steal the sun's own eyes, and wear 'em as cufflinks!' His colleague is sceptical. 'You'll need cuffs, first. Rest of the shirt wouldn't hurt, neither.'
Your friend will receive: At the Feast of Masks, [Friend] wore a golden skull and carried an unlit candle. Softly, they invited you to confess an error of pride.
Once Accepted
Your friend will receive: You confess the deeds you committed to attain your high station while [Friend] listens patiently. The night has passed by the time you're done. You feel lighter, somehow.
You will receive: [Friend] admits the things they've done to achieve their high station. It takes some time. You tell them you'll light a candle to devour the stain of their deeds. It had better be a big one.
You don a clay mask...
...solid and serious, and bathe your hands in grey ash.
A Rubbery Man sits in the gutter surrounded by sharp shards of glass, watching a dozen tiny white cave fish flop their last on the wet cobbles. Their mouths are round and desperate.
Your friend will receive: During the Feast of Masks, [Friend] called on you in a clay mask. Their hands grey with ash, they invited you to confess an error of whimsy.
Once Accepted
Your friend will receive: You confessed your whimsy to [Friend], whose solemn mask watched you without sign of amusement. They left wordlessly to light a candle for you. In its light, your folly will wither.
You will receive: You listened to [Friend] confess their errors of whimsy. Your mask hid your smile. You'll light a candle for them, and its light will burn away their folly.
You consume [Friend]'s confession. You barely remember it, now. All of London admires your discretion. Your promises are legendary.
Your friend will receive:
To prevent unseemly forces from disinterring your old confession, [Friend] devoured it. Your trust and their fidelity are much admired during the Feast of Masks.
The stones swallow [Friends]'s confession. It has gone somewhere it will never be heard. Your fidelity becomes a matter of some comment, before the tide of gossip from less reliable individuals washes it away.
Your friend will receive:
[Friend] ensures that your confession passes beyond care. It cannot hurt you, now. Society is impressed by their constancy, which reflects favourably upon you.
Trust [friend] (+1) (2 - You have shared something)
[Friend]'s shocking betrayal costs you. You are kept waiting at doors that once opened at a knock. Your own doorstep becomes gloomy and unfrequented. You name is no longer spoken with regard. It is rarely spoken at all.
Looks in the street. Stifled laughter as you leave a room. A man spits in your footsteps. A number of your acquaintances no longer reply to your letters. The fruit of [Friend]'s betrayal.
Your Lodgings
