Mask of the Dragon Queen

**Wearable Version coming soon** Slight adjustments to wing accents needed so they don't poke you :)

About the mask:

This design consists of 5 pieces: 

1. Main mask

2. 2x Horns with press fit connectors

3. 2x Wing accents that "snap" into place.

How to assemble:

1. Remove all supports

2. Determine correct orientation for horns by referencing the pics or looking at contours to match up on mask.

3. Gently press the wing accents over edge of mask at appropriate location.  You should see smooth sections where they are intended to slide or press into place.  The wing accents have a location for a band or string to hang from the wall :)

Back story:

In the fiery heart of Mount Cinder, where lava flows like molten gold and the air shimmers with draconic magic, the Mask of the Dragon Queen was forged. It was not shaped by dwarven hammers or elven artistry, but by the will of Ignis, the first and most powerful of all fire dragons. When Ignis shed her scales, each one burning with an internal flame, the greatest of them were gathered by her most devoted sorcerers.

The black, spiraling horns are not mere decorations, but solidified tendrils of pure dragonfire, retaining the immense heat and destructive power of Ignis's breath. The intricate, bat-like wings on the sides are crafted from the membranes of shadow wyrms, enchanted to grant the wearer dominion over aerial currents and gusts. The mask itself, alabaster and etched with ancient draconic runes, is carved from the unhatched egg of a long-extinct sky serpent, pulsing faintly with the latent power of its lineage.

Legend has it that whoever dons the Mask of the Dragon Queen gains not just the ability to command flames and soar on unseen winds, but also a direct link to the ancestral wisdom of all dragons. They hear the rumblings of slumbering behemoths, the whispers of ancient wyrms in their lairs, and the proud, challenging roar of every dragon in the realm. However, this power comes at a cost: the wearer slowly begins to shed their mortal coil, their skin hardening like scales, their eyes glowing with an inner fire, and their heart beating to the thunderous rhythm of a dragon's wing. Many who have worn it have never returned, becoming solitary rulers of volcanic peaks or soaring specters in the highest clouds, forever bound to the untamed spirit of the dragon.