A cryptic mask which is eternally chilled to the touch, it is discomforting to wear, apparently carved from bone marred with signs of age and dirt, and riddled with disturbing necromantic runes all over the inside of the mask. In spite of the grim palor it emits, it is not evil and is a useful tool in communicating with the dead. When donned, the mask snaps onto your face with a crunch of bone and a baleful howl, and remains bound on your face until removed, hiding your facial features and replacing the eyes and mouth holes with voids of blackest pitch, your voice echoing from the pit as if far away.