The Reading of the Deck of Dragons
A grim smile settles on Candour's skeletal face, her hands flutter across the deck and draws a card from the top. With a deft flick of her wrist, the card flips over to settle on the centre of the table. As it hits the wooden surface, a slight sense of pressure is felt.
"Hood, King of High House Death" Candour intones, "His hand dominates this table"
The witch's thin hands move quickly, bony fingers clutching three more cards in quick succession and throwing them down around the first card. In turn before Telas, Durzon and Helicraters.
"Before you Wizard, the Queen of Dreams smiles on you, the Herald of High House Life...there is good to come of what lies ahead"
The card depicted the indistinct shape of a man, surrounding by a source of shining light, holding a goblet of water in his hands.
"And you..." Candour turned to Helicraters, a frown on her withered face, "You, soldier...whom have you betrayed? No, no...whom have you angered?"
Candour flips the card over, it shows a young woman wrapped in furs with pure white hair that flows behind her and fills the rest of the image. Her face, while beautiful, carries a hard and cold expression.
"Sister of Cold Nights, an unaligned ascendant, not active for some time....her gaze is narrowed on you, soldier"
Candour reaches for a third card, throwing it before Durzo with a grunt. It shows a figure wrapped in black clothing, their face obscured by a black cloth wrapped around their head. In each hand the figure holds a knife, something dark drips from each blade.
"Assassin, High House Shadow" Candour cocks her head to one side, looking straight at Durzo, "Something hunts you....someone in fact, not a wrong-doing..not a crime...there is a functionality to their task..'ware blades in the night my dear"
Candour sits back, seeming tired despite her condition. Shallow breath rattles through her narrow chest and she remains silent.
"Well!" exclaims Goble, clapping his hands together, "Wasn't that enlightening? Yes indeed! Perhaps we shall enjoy some fine food...ah yes, a knock at the door and here a pretty chit of girl brings us a fine feast!"
Lari enters the room, deftly balancing several plates on her hands and setting them down before each person seated, save for Candour whom the girl studiously avoids looking at. The witch appears slumped in her seat, head bowed.
"Now tuck in, friends! And once we are done, I shall furnish you with some Houses for an evening's work and mayhap you can escort the good lady back to her abode?" Fenn pauses to ram a chunk of steak into his mouth, then continues talking while he chews "It wouldn't do to leave a lady to walk home alone!"
He punctuates his ramble with a sharp jab of his fork into the air, grinning profusely.
[sblock=OOC]A map of Kindle is forthcoming! As will images of the cards your characters have been shown tonight![/sblock]
A grim smile settles on Candour's skeletal face, her hands flutter across the deck and draws a card from the top. With a deft flick of her wrist, the card flips over to settle on the centre of the table. As it hits the wooden surface, a slight sense of pressure is felt.
"Hood, King of High House Death" Candour intones, "His hand dominates this table"
The witch's thin hands move quickly, bony fingers clutching three more cards in quick succession and throwing them down around the first card. In turn before Telas, Durzon and Helicraters.
"Before you Wizard, the Queen of Dreams smiles on you, the Herald of High House Life...there is good to come of what lies ahead"
The card depicted the indistinct shape of a man, surrounding by a source of shining light, holding a goblet of water in his hands.
"And you..." Candour turned to Helicraters, a frown on her withered face, "You, soldier...whom have you betrayed? No, no...whom have you angered?"
Candour flips the card over, it shows a young woman wrapped in furs with pure white hair that flows behind her and fills the rest of the image. Her face, while beautiful, carries a hard and cold expression.
"Sister of Cold Nights, an unaligned ascendant, not active for some time....her gaze is narrowed on you, soldier"
Candour reaches for a third card, throwing it before Durzo with a grunt. It shows a figure wrapped in black clothing, their face obscured by a black cloth wrapped around their head. In each hand the figure holds a knife, something dark drips from each blade.
"Assassin, High House Shadow" Candour cocks her head to one side, looking straight at Durzo, "Something hunts you....someone in fact, not a wrong-doing..not a crime...there is a functionality to their task..'ware blades in the night my dear"
Candour sits back, seeming tired despite her condition. Shallow breath rattles through her narrow chest and she remains silent.
"Well!" exclaims Goble, clapping his hands together, "Wasn't that enlightening? Yes indeed! Perhaps we shall enjoy some fine food...ah yes, a knock at the door and here a pretty chit of girl brings us a fine feast!"
Lari enters the room, deftly balancing several plates on her hands and setting them down before each person seated, save for Candour whom the girl studiously avoids looking at. The witch appears slumped in her seat, head bowed.
"Now tuck in, friends! And once we are done, I shall furnish you with some Houses for an evening's work and mayhap you can escort the good lady back to her abode?" Fenn pauses to ram a chunk of steak into his mouth, then continues talking while he chews "It wouldn't do to leave a lady to walk home alone!"
He punctuates his ramble with a sharp jab of his fork into the air, grinning profusely.
[sblock=OOC]A map of Kindle is forthcoming! As will images of the cards your characters have been shown tonight![/sblock]
) in the nook of Greenwater Lake.
