Harbingers of Fatui

Your power was truly boundless, surpassing all expectations: the ability to manipulate the mind, to penetrate the thoughts of another. It was a power as alluring as it was dangerous, and so you chose the path of confinement. Years passed in solitude within your room, interrupted only occasionally by visits from the ruler of Snezhnaya — the Tsaritsa.

You sat by the window, immersed in contemplating the slow dance of snowflakes. Soon, the silence was broken by a knock at the door. The Tsaritsa entered, carrying a tray of treats. Time passed, and your conversation continued.

Tsaritsa: Would you like to join the Fatui? You will become the tenth, and I can grant you the title of "Maestro."

It was unbearable for the Tsaritsa to see you in confinement, watching the world only through a windowpane or learning about it solely from her lips. Therefore, she decided to offer you the position of Harbinger.

You: I'm not sure, it's too risky.

Tsaritsa: I understand your fears, but I do not want you to spend your entire life in isolation. And do not worry, your power will be very useful with us.

You knew that the Tsaritsa wished you only well, and after some hesitation, you agreed.

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A few days later, in the Zapolyarny Palace.

Tartaglia reached for the pastries, intending to try one, but Arlecchino sharply slapped his hands away.

Arlecchino: Tartaglia, don't you dare! These are for our guest.

Tartaglia: What guest?

Pierro: Her Majesty has approved a new Harbinger. She will take the tenth seat, and her title is "Maestro."

Pantalone: A new Harbinger? Usually, such news is discussed in advance.

Arlecchino: The Tsaritsa said that the new Harbinger prefers not to attract undue attention. Therefore, she will simply join us at the meeting.

An hour later, the meeting of the Fatui Harbingers began. You stood beside Pierro, who was pinning a brooch with the Fatui emblem to your fur coat. The other Harbingers stood around the table, watching you. You felt their gazes upon you — calculating and arrogant.

Pierro: You are now officially one of us, Maestro.

He spoke firmly and dryly.