#woaowcat

With a practiced motion he fishes a deck of cards out from his clothes wrapped in a black cloth adorned with golden ink depictions of skulls, the moon, the sun, a knife and a tooth. He undoes the wrapping, placing the cloth before him, to reveal a deck in the same colors. It takes him but a moment before he closes his eyes, hidden under his mask, and starts to shuffle the cards. It takes him a while before he’s pleased with how they feel, and he sets three of them out before him, their faces skyward.

“All your cards on this road you walk mark major importance in this path you take. They often create way markers that indicate great changes when we look back in life. I’m not sure if that’s a good sign for you or not given the subject of your query. No matter though, we’ll start with the situation. What your current state of affairs are”. The card is inked has a skeleton inked in white wearing black robes, a crook with a light over his sitting form as he is flanked by plants in a ink black night speckled with stars. “A hermit lies on the face of this card representing contemplation, a search for the truth, and inner guidance. At present the situation you are in calls for you to look inward for what truth you might seek to be reflected outwards. Like the hermit it is done in isolation away from others and the demands of the world to get clarity without the noise and chatter that disrupts such forays into the self. As such it seems that you are alone at present and perhaps working alone in this issue for now to divine the answers you seek,” he explains with a faraway look in his visible eye that barely peeks out at the world from under his hair. His eye then flicks, bright and alive once more, from his left most card to that in the middle.

Tapping the card, showing one skeleton with a halo putting a scythe in the mouth of another, both robed and surrounded by nature, he begins to speak again. “The action you can take ore presently taking relates to a death of something. Not in the literal sense but that of an end of cycles, if not a part of you passing for your self to be changed, reborn, or being something new. Something, some part of you needs to be sacrificed to reach the outcome of the actions regarding the road you are on at present. Given your introspection it’s something in you that might have to die so you may reach the outcome your current situation is governing. So you may kill the life of the hermit. Otherwise you will not be able to continue on this path. Harvest the old to grow what is new, like the changing crops of the seasons. Lest you lie in the field and rot. I’m one for dramatics though,” he teases lightly with a snicker. It takes him a moment before his eyes look to the last card. Picking it up, he shows it to his long eared querent.

The card shows a well dressed skeleton with a turban and robes, a halo over it’s head as it points to the starry heavens above. Gold decorates it’s cuffs, collar, and sleeves. A gold rope hung like about it like a necklace. “Finally the outcome. What you can expect from the action of sacrifice and rebirth. A religious figure who is a pillar of tradition, conformity, and relates greatly to morality and ethics is upon this card. In a way it reminds me of this city and it’s piety. No matter. The outcome is that which is traditional, tried and true. That creates it’s value. The outcome is what you should expect as it doesn’t deviate from the path most used. Otherwise, the outcome from your hermitage and sacrifice to be reborn yields to you knowledge born from insight you couldn’t see before due to what ever aspect of yourself you needed to kill off. As if showing you something that’s been right in front of you the entire time”.

With all said and done he collapses the spread on itself, piling the three cards before returning them to his deck with a mischievous smile. “I hope that was enlightening for you. You have quite a heavy handed fate upon your shoulders at present in regards to the actions you must take. I’m left to wonder what it is you mean to do with this bird, thespian and the shadows all around that are haunted by the void. Curiosity is my down fall, but perhaps some insight to bring me some satisfaction that brings me back from death?”