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Post by Durriken Petulengro on May 18, 2007 10:58:38 GMT -5
Durriken sighed to himself as he shuffled his deck of tarot cards. His dark eyes scanned the crowds that walked around the Market Grounds. There were many humans walking around, getting the last of their supplies before the last rays of sun slipped into darkness. He stretched his arms over his head as he worked out the stiffness of his muscles. It had been a long day sitting at a small simple wooden booth. He still needed one more fortune to get the basic room at an inn and a simple meal. If he didn’t get one last person he would be going without eating.
Durriken shivered as the cold twilight started to get to him. His thin silk like cloths didn’t give him much protection from the cold. Not to mention that his vest didn’t have any sleeves and he had to shoes or socks on. Giving the crowd another look, his eyes zoned out partly, letting his cards show him what was really going on. Again he saw mostly humans, but this time he also saw several of the other races. There were a couple shape-shifters in human form, a few magic users, even one or two lycan and vampires, coming out now that the sun had gone down.
Giving one last sigh he prepared to close up. His stomach growling in anger for him not raising enough for dinner.
“Shut up you.” he muttered to his stomach.
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Post by Ryder on May 18, 2007 12:24:38 GMT -5
Ryder walked silently through the carnival grounds. Something luring him further and further in. He knew not what it was or why he chose to follow it, but only knew that he must. It was a strange sensation, not knowing where one was going, merely going where one was meant to. It was as if he were being pulled along by an invisible tether, not truly having an option in his destination, merely along for the ride. His feet padded softly along the ground, it had been trampled by many feet, and tonight was no exception, except there were more than just mortal scents upon the wind. His lycan and demon bloodlines allowed him such dignity to pick things up. he did not have much power as most demons did, merely creation and maipulation of fire. thus was the gift from his parents.
He came to a hut where a strange man in silk lined robes sat shuffling a deck of cards. Ryder had seen such people before but never had he stopped to discover what secrets they held at bay. He sat on the stool opposite the man. The wood was cold, the air had takne its swift toll upon the open surface. The leather from the clothing that Ryder wore helped some, but he could not help wishing he could change here, the fur would be a much better insulator than any clothing could provide. Ryder stared at the man a moment, his eyes shifting between him and the cards held in his hand. The gypsy had seemed as though he were tired and ready to close up when Ryder had sat down. So he reached deep into his pockets and dropped three silver pieces onto the wooden board before him with a soft smile.
“So can you tell me what is coming, or am I meant to know something else?”
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Post by Durriken Petulengro on May 20, 2007 17:50:42 GMT -5
Durriken nodded, gesturing to the small jar on the side of his table that had a moderate number of silver coins within. Next, he looked at the man one last time and dealt out nine cards out on the table. ((Okay...dont' get why the Major cards are all smaller and w/e)) |
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Post by Ryder on May 23, 2007 7:49:23 GMT -5
Ryder was not a magi, nor a gypsy. He could not read the cards such as the man before him. He picked the three silver from the table and cast it into the jar to his side. He looked at some of the cards in confusion. He wondered what some meant and which represented his past, which his future. But to him, it all seemed to blur.
"So...what do your eyes see in these cards?"
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Post by Durriken Petulengro on May 23, 2007 11:37:37 GMT -5
((Okay...I hope I remember this right since it has been a while since I picked out the cards))
Gesturing to the first column of cards he started.
“In your past, I see violence and fighting, quarrels and domestic disputes.” he said, pointing to the first card, the Eight of Wands, “But I also see a return to hope, like a healing and a reborning.” he continued, this time pointing to the Five of Cups at the bottom. “These two opposite cards though, center around The Tower, which is the card of destruction and rebirth. A tower was built too high by its builders, they put all their lives work into it, all that they had, to have it struck down by God. But from the rubble a new building, stronger then before can be built. This is the story of your past.”
Next, he gestured to the center column.
“You present isn’t as clear, there are cards here that do not seem to mesh by the normal means. At the top you see ‘The Moon.’ This card is one of deceit, lies, and trickery. Such as the moon casting odd shadows within the dark forest. At the bottom you see the King of Wands, or the King of Flames, in his reversed form he represents a wall of some sort, it represents unyielding, strict, intolerance, and prejudice. And lastly at the center is the Six of Swords, which is a card of movement and journey. As the man pulls his boat down the river, so do. It seems like you are moving from one to the other, though the direction I am not sure.”
And last, he gestured to the last column.
“And last we come to the future. The hardest to read as it is always shifting. At it’s center is Death. This card shows great change and upheaval, but not as bad as the Tower in your past. It looks like you will have a choice between two paths in your future. The top card, the Six of Wands, is good for you. It shows success, good news, and victory. But the bottom card, the Ace of Wands, is reversed. It shows a loss or a delay in victory. It shows a loss or a delay because of your own actions, not those of the world around you. That sir, is what the cards say for you. Do not blame me if you do not like it, since I only read what the cards show me.”
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Post by Ryder on May 23, 2007 14:23:42 GMT -5
Ryder nodded at each comment, the memories of his past fit. And most of his present made sense, but the king...prejudice and what not, confused him. Was it his own prejudice, for he carried none, but for him, his life was constantly full of it from others, could that be what it meant?
"Dear sir...the king,intolerance, and prejudice...does the card say it from me...or to me?"
He doubted his would get a straight answer, for these things always came in riddles. That is why he normally steered clear of them, they were too vague, too obscure
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Post by Durriken Petulengro on May 23, 2007 20:23:52 GMT -5
“Sorry Sir, the cards only tell general pictures of the past present and future. It would take much more complex tarot spreads to find out anything specific about a certain event. In which case it would be near impossible to tell if what you were looking at was the event that you wanted.”
Durriken took the cards and put them back into his deck, which he gave a small shuffle.
“If you would like to know more, seek out some of my cousin, the crystal ball is much more telling on specfics then my cards are.” he said,
‘Yea, but they will only tell you what you want to hear.’ he thought to himself.
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Post by Ryder on Jun 6, 2007 20:33:27 GMT -5
"Well then...I pity your cousins....for they look to idols to seek answers...are they so blind? They have what they need inside...if only they knew how to look into that instead of a glass ball..."
Ryder stood, tossed an extra three coins into the jar on the table and turned away from the booth. His feet carrying him away into the crowd that walked by, unflinching to the gypsie booths presence.
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