Ambrus
Explorer
[imager]http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/1740/gamblingchips.jpg[/imager]Lixy smiles cordially as she launches into her croupier's spiel. "Devils don't care for mortal coins. You'll have to trade em in for the currency o' the realm; the pickings o' their victims." The young Varisian girl picks up a trio of wooden discs painted in colorful hues and holds them up for Girri to inspect. "Hearts for copper, teeth for silver and eyes for gold." The girl chuckles as she puts her tokens back into her cash box. "That's old Saul's tourney story anyways. You can trade up at the cash counter to the left."
[imagel]http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/7830/ghoulette.jpg[/imagel]Shaken and with her head spinning from the cloying smoke, Girri can't seem to help stealing glimpses of the dessicated head sitting atop the "Ghoulette" wheel as Lixy speaks. After having uttered its missive, Dungo's features have frozen in a mocking death rictus. The Varisian woman can't seem to shake a sense of deja vu as she furtively studies the dark leathery flesh of the severed head. But how can she possibly see something familiar in its mummified visage? Dungo certainly doesn't resemble anyone she's ever met before... Seeing her apparent fascination with her companion, Girri picks Dungo off the Ghoulette wheel and holds him up so as to give Girri a better look at her friend. With an impish wink at Girri, Lixy turns Dungo around and purses her lips at him playfully. "Whada ya say Dungi?" The head's features animate briefly to offer an answer: "Good thing I'm a deader; yer breath'd lay a cockatrice flat out." The croupier simply smiles as she places the head back unto the Ghoulette wheel.
[imager]http://img38.imageshack.us/img38/583/thebetrayal.jpg[/imager]Suddenly, in an epiphany, recognition flashes across Girri's consciousness. A beautiful woman pursing her lips to a severed head held in an outstretched hand; in her other hand, a handful of... gambling chips? Lixy, with Dungo's aid, has inadvertently embodied the Betrayal; a Harrow card Girri knows all too well. This card had been appearing ever more frequently in her recent Harrowings...
[imagel]http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/9396/thecrows.jpg[/imagel][imager]http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/1858/thecricket.jpg[/imager]Reeling from the dawning revelation, Girri turns away from the Ghoulette table to clear her head. Confronting her is the sight of the seated dwarves who've just completed a hand of their towers game. Three of the bearded men, sporting their elaborate gas forges breathing apparatuses around their necks are eagerly counting their winnings. A fourth removes his filthy leather apron to reveal a surprisingly white shirt before picking up the discarded Harrow cards to deftly reshuffle them into the deck. In short order Girri recognizes the trio of masked dwarves as the living incarnation of the Crows card. The shuffling dealer on the other hand embodies the spirit of the Cricket; the card which initially led her to seek out the tourney in the first place.
[imagel]http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/2055/thefiend.jpg[/imagel][imager]http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/707/thepublican.jpg[/imager]Quickly the Harrower turns in place as the symbolism of other cards leap out at her almost too quickly to be assimilated. The malicious imp sneering at her from within his cage is none other than the Fiend. The eye patch sporting barkeep pouring drinks in the taproom embodies the Publican.
[imager]http://img22.imageshack.us/img22/6353/thecarnival.jpg[/imager]Ever more quickly, other cards come forth as if clambering for Girri's attention. Altogether, the crowd of gamblers, croupiers, guards and wenches seem to dance before her eyes and so she comes to recognize the entire scene as a manifestation of the endless Carnival. It's as if the entire Harrow deck is manifesting itself all around her, the interplay of symbolism hinting to a great secret that is tantalizingly close yet just out of Girri's grasp.
And then, as suddenly as it has come, the harrowing moment of clarity passes. The Varisian diviner has only experienced a handful such moments during her life, yet none so overwhelming. Is it a rare glimpse of the intricate workings of fate granted by the grace of Pharasma or a manifestation of the power of the Harrow itself? Does it matter? That Girri is meant to be here is abundantly clear, but for what purpose? The befuddled Harrower is catching her breath and contemplating this mystery when she hears Lixy clearing her throat behind her. "Uhm... Are you alright... miss?..."
[imagel]http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/7830/ghoulette.jpg[/imagel]Shaken and with her head spinning from the cloying smoke, Girri can't seem to help stealing glimpses of the dessicated head sitting atop the "Ghoulette" wheel as Lixy speaks. After having uttered its missive, Dungo's features have frozen in a mocking death rictus. The Varisian woman can't seem to shake a sense of deja vu as she furtively studies the dark leathery flesh of the severed head. But how can she possibly see something familiar in its mummified visage? Dungo certainly doesn't resemble anyone she's ever met before... Seeing her apparent fascination with her companion, Girri picks Dungo off the Ghoulette wheel and holds him up so as to give Girri a better look at her friend. With an impish wink at Girri, Lixy turns Dungo around and purses her lips at him playfully. "Whada ya say Dungi?" The head's features animate briefly to offer an answer: "Good thing I'm a deader; yer breath'd lay a cockatrice flat out." The croupier simply smiles as she places the head back unto the Ghoulette wheel.
[imager]http://img38.imageshack.us/img38/583/thebetrayal.jpg[/imager]Suddenly, in an epiphany, recognition flashes across Girri's consciousness. A beautiful woman pursing her lips to a severed head held in an outstretched hand; in her other hand, a handful of... gambling chips? Lixy, with Dungo's aid, has inadvertently embodied the Betrayal; a Harrow card Girri knows all too well. This card had been appearing ever more frequently in her recent Harrowings...
[imagel]http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/9396/thecrows.jpg[/imagel][imager]http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/1858/thecricket.jpg[/imager]Reeling from the dawning revelation, Girri turns away from the Ghoulette table to clear her head. Confronting her is the sight of the seated dwarves who've just completed a hand of their towers game. Three of the bearded men, sporting their elaborate gas forges breathing apparatuses around their necks are eagerly counting their winnings. A fourth removes his filthy leather apron to reveal a surprisingly white shirt before picking up the discarded Harrow cards to deftly reshuffle them into the deck. In short order Girri recognizes the trio of masked dwarves as the living incarnation of the Crows card. The shuffling dealer on the other hand embodies the spirit of the Cricket; the card which initially led her to seek out the tourney in the first place.
[imagel]http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/2055/thefiend.jpg[/imagel][imager]http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/707/thepublican.jpg[/imager]Quickly the Harrower turns in place as the symbolism of other cards leap out at her almost too quickly to be assimilated. The malicious imp sneering at her from within his cage is none other than the Fiend. The eye patch sporting barkeep pouring drinks in the taproom embodies the Publican.
[imager]http://img22.imageshack.us/img22/6353/thecarnival.jpg[/imager]Ever more quickly, other cards come forth as if clambering for Girri's attention. Altogether, the crowd of gamblers, croupiers, guards and wenches seem to dance before her eyes and so she comes to recognize the entire scene as a manifestation of the endless Carnival. It's as if the entire Harrow deck is manifesting itself all around her, the interplay of symbolism hinting to a great secret that is tantalizingly close yet just out of Girri's grasp.
And then, as suddenly as it has come, the harrowing moment of clarity passes. The Varisian diviner has only experienced a handful such moments during her life, yet none so overwhelming. Is it a rare glimpse of the intricate workings of fate granted by the grace of Pharasma or a manifestation of the power of the Harrow itself? Does it matter? That Girri is meant to be here is abundantly clear, but for what purpose? The befuddled Harrower is catching her breath and contemplating this mystery when she hears Lixy clearing her throat behind her. "Uhm... Are you alright... miss?..."
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