Mask of Telepathy

Pity overwhelmed me. Two days prior an ogre turned my travel companion to paste and I must have seen something of his eyes in my prospective guide. I gave the old man an uncounted sack of coins, directing him to show me the most interesting and pleasing features of the Doghook Valley, adding that I was in no great hurry to resume my journey south.We took a winding path through a narrow canyon while my guide related local history:"a hundred years before my grandma was born, this whole valley belonged to a holy people. They worshipped all the good gods and shunned the evil ones. Their homes were magnificent, and their temples twice as much. Well, one day the clouds opened and the clerics received a plan to build a new god. The good gods must've been lonely. To help them, angels came down and gave them masks in their own likeness. The malakim promised to live in the masks and carry thoughts between the clerics, foremen, and builders, so that the plan would not be defiled by speaking it aloud."My guide stopped quite suddenly and asked for my wineskin. I obliged the man, and after three gulps between us, we went on our way."Well, the story goes that one of the younger clerics skipped morning devotions and spied out the construction site. It was all wrong. The new god's body was a lumpen blasphemy, a mockery of what the clerics had sent to the foremen's minds. Each psychic protest the deacon made to the builders was met with confusion. They would point, and think back 'Yes, we've already done that. The fingers are built just as you say.'"We came to the lip of a marble pit. The old man lit a torch and led me down the spiral path to the bottom in silence. From the dirt floor rose a narrow black spike penetrating the eye of a gleaming, adonic mask.Besides the pit, I saw nothing else in the canyon worked by human hands.- GrombThanks to EvilTables for tagging me. Next up is Feirsteax! Other magic masks can be found here.