08-21-2018, 03:44 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 540px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]The deck in his hands flows smoothly as he sorts through the cards almost... Absentmindedly. It has become a habit to delve into the future as if it is nothing, and if he honest, it feels like it. The only price that he must pay for foresight is death, and death is so familiar that he fears it not. The curse will catch him if he avoids or embraces it - even if Sanyi was never to intentionally call for a prophecy or check the past again - the curse demands that he bear witness to the timeline as Paddra's guide.
But Paddra is gone. Haerii is levelled. Oerba is dust. The hunting kingdoms have fallen. The Goddess that protected them all is dead. Only he remains as the last living son of Paddra - and yet he is doomed to the fate that has tormented Paddra since it's inception, since Etro took her twisted pity on a people seeking guidance.
Today, he divines without the aid of the curse. Tarot is a method that is old, and the cards can speak to a talented reader similar to how he can see the timeline should he ask. He has half a mind to sell his services and travel across the groups as a fortune teller, speaking in rhymes and tongues and conning people into believing him. He is a true seer, of course, but there's no money to be made in the truth.
"If anyone wishes to have their fortune read or perhaps ask a question of the cards and the gods," He announces in a dramatic tone, laying the elaborately backed cards in a spread on a tapestry of rich reds and golds, "Then ask of me, and I shall see what fate has in store for you."
But Paddra is gone. Haerii is levelled. Oerba is dust. The hunting kingdoms have fallen. The Goddess that protected them all is dead. Only he remains as the last living son of Paddra - and yet he is doomed to the fate that has tormented Paddra since it's inception, since Etro took her twisted pity on a people seeking guidance.
Today, he divines without the aid of the curse. Tarot is a method that is old, and the cards can speak to a talented reader similar to how he can see the timeline should he ask. He has half a mind to sell his services and travel across the groups as a fortune teller, speaking in rhymes and tongues and conning people into believing him. He is a true seer, of course, but there's no money to be made in the truth.
"If anyone wishes to have their fortune read or perhaps ask a question of the cards and the gods," He announces in a dramatic tone, laying the elaborately backed cards in a spread on a tapestry of rich reds and golds, "Then ask of me, and I shall see what fate has in store for you."
[b]IT'S EASIER TO BURY MY HEAD IN THE SAND SOMETIMES. AND I KNOW IT'S NOT THE RIGHT WAY TO GO BUT I PRAY THE GROUND WOULD SWALLOW ME WHOLE. — lucia & alisaie / inactive / playing ff14