Martine's Mask & Robe

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When the Gaerlan quest was first introduced, players were able to reach the fallen citadel by jumping through a gap in the landscape. By shimmying up the tower using a jump/slide technique, you could get your own Martine's Mask & Robe without completing the Gaerlan's Citadel quest.

This unintended gap was fixed the following month, and now the only way to get the robe and mask is by completing the quest in its entirety.

After you've taken the exit portal at the end of the quest, you'll appear at the top of the citadel where you can receive your Martine's Robe and Mask.

When you first put on the mask, you might think you're going crazy! You'll hear voices in your head. Following are the list of sayings you hear when you put on or take off the mask.

Saying when wearing the mask:

Darkness clouds your vision. You hear water dripping and smell blood. A voice invades your mind and pervades your thoughts "Puppet, Reports are strong today. Puppet assimilates well."

Martine's Mask casts Stamina Blight and drains 285 points of your stamina.

Your sanity shatters like a crystal goblet.

The face of the enemy appears before you. He speaks consoling words, but your mind fills with hate as you struggle to attack this man... and then the feeling fades.

The wretched mask slips over your head and for a moment you woner [sic]... will it ever come off?

The calming chimes of the singularity tug at the back of your mind and your consciousness threatens to slip away.

A mosswart with outstretched arms, screaming in what appears to be pain, dangles before you. Its screaming becomes ragged and finally ceases as its head drops down to its chest and mosswart disappears.

A warm feeling of home and hearth fills your mind. You see a child playing at your feet... and then the sensation fades.

Your vision clouds. You are standing in a doorway watching a woman cradle a small child. She appears to be weeping. You look at your ruined clawed hand begin to weep yourself.

"Am I not comfortable?" The flesh on your face shifts and contorts. "How about now?"

He stands before you and offers the way home. You hesitate a moment and you think his offer is sound.

For a moment you think of home and family, then the memories fade into an array of abstract analysis, devoid of soul.

Your vision clouds. Magical energy crackles all around you as a deafening hum pervades the air. You feel a sense of satisfaction as you stare into the shocked and widening eyes of Gaerlan.

Your thoughts stray to Elysa, no Melanay, Elysa, no Melanay.

As the magic coalesces and tears through Asheron's chest you smile broadly thinking now you will have Elysa for your own. But the betrayal is at hand when your mind clears and your conscience becomes heavy.

The mask slips onto your face, and feels wet. Tendrils of energy loop into your cheeks and a purple hue covers your eyes for a brief moment. The world swims and your consciousness enhances. The smell of burned flesh fills your nostrils.

A man's voice says, "Am I not a man? Correction. Are we not men?"

A small boy looks at you without fear. You had meant to kill him. Arrita's giggles fill your head as you look at the tattered letter in your hand. Melanay's kisses and gentle smile come to mind and you stand. "Come Borelean it is time to make amends."

A man's voice fills your head. "Do you hear voices? I do. I cannot escape them!"

Screeches, howls, hums and unearthly sounds of wet fingers running along crystal pervade your mind a pulsing thrum throbs within. The singularity calls to you.

You have a strange thought. "Power it could be ours again."

As you don the shell of Martine, you are overcome by the feeling of slugs crawling all over your face for a moment, until the mask slips into place, and all is well.

You squeal trapped in a cell devoid of light. You are but a fraction when once you were a whole. You have a feeling you had never had before. Loss.

As the mask falls into place you see Virindi... everywhere. The faces melt into nothingness after a few panicked moments.

You feel the flesh of your face searing becoming one with the mask.

Asheron quells the ravages in your mind. You begin to think clearer as if a great weight has been lifted from your mind.

Your mind is flooded with the sights and sounds of a bustling port and a melancholy feeling overpowers your thoughts, but the vision soon fades.

A man's voice screams "The pain! The pain!"

The ghostly image of a fallen Tusker, its skull exploded open from the inside, appears in front of you. A smile creeps onto your face and then the image disappears.

As you pickup the mask you have an overwhelming urge to put it on.
Everything looks so much more vibrant through the eyeholes.

As you wear the mask your vision fails you and it feels like egg yolks begin to run down your face.

A man's voice says, "Two moons circle."

A man's voice says, "As you have done for me, I now return the favor." Asheron's wounds close and he looks upon you.

Your breath quickens and a pain grows in your chest. Your head begins to hum and the world begins to close in upon you ever tighter. Claustrophobia clutches you in vice-like grip. The mask tightens on your skull threatening to crush it.

You feel alone in the world. All around you are enemies. They will not help you quell the renegades. These Isparian meatlings must be destroyed.

You feel alone in the world. All around you are enemies. They will not help you quell the renegades. These Isparian meatlings must be destroyed.

An arrow slices through your throat. Rocks pelt against your head and body. People beat your body bloody. You have become the slayer of hope.

Saying when you remove the mask:

As you try to pull the mask from your face the eye sockets and mouth close off choking you near to death.

A tinny voice calls out, "Don't leave me alone. I can't stand to be alone."

The mask refuses to give up its grip on your skull for a moment.

A tinny voice calls out, "No! Put me back!"

The feeling of intense claustrophobia lifts as you slip that disgusting
shell from your head.

A sound of Virindi holding a conversation in your head sounds as you peel the mask from your face.

As you pull the mask from you head the flesh threatens to come with it.

The mask slips from your skull with a sickeningly slick sound.

Your breath quickens and a pain grows in your chest. Your head begins to hum and the world begins to close in upon you ever tighter. Claustrophobia clutches you in vice-like grip. The mask tightens on your skull threatening to crush it.

When you remove the mask, the voices in your head decrease to the normal level.

Martine's Mask casts Stamina Blight and drains 290 points [all] of your stamina.