The Strands of Fate Unravel before Thee!

[partyboy]

This thread rules so fucking much

[WITCHCRAFT]

None else requires their mortal thread guided through the needle's eye? Naught a soul wishes for their fate to be displayed upon a pedestal?

[Commodore_Axephante]

I'm getting ready! Gotta have the right questions - - who knows who, or what, is listening?

EDIT: I mean answers to your questions, of course.

[Malaclypse]

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To ride the dark wind off of this mortal coil with a grin on my face and a lump in my britches.

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LETTUCE, DARKEST LEAF EXPUNGED TIME IMMEMORIAL FROM FORGOTTEN AND NAMELESS REALMS, אברא כדברי YOUR RECKONING.

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Malaclypse was not always (and really, still isn't as far as anyone is concerned) 37th scribe of Stratia. She dipped her toes in the murky realm of early cRPG before retreating back to her Native homelands- after a time, she was drawn back in, clumsily joining the ranks of the Sovereignty of Aegis for a period before becoming a free-agent. She wandered, in time travelling as part of the Kingdom of Canaan before answering her calling as a Chosen Hand where she remains from this day until the end of days.

[Commodore_Axephante]

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North of Ambean where the woodslands met the river, the daylight was failing. There, the one known only as the Naked Fanatic sat squatting, hunched, his fists holding his weight amongst tufts of gray grasses, cold and rough against his skin. Beneath his gaze were signs of struggle; mosses torn from place by the raking of frantic, sharp hooves, revealing the black clay beneath where shocks of bloody fur had been stomped in and held. Here, a kill had taken place. But this was not wolf-work, he knew; A lifetime of stalking those war-dogs of Odin had taught him as much. No, something else had been hunting beneath those gnarled trees. Something he had never seen. Something he had, his heart told him, always tried not to.

Groaning against his will, as if some deep piece of him ached against the act, he cut the blood-soaked clay with his knife. His field-knife, handled with the shinbone of a young horseman he had downed and beheaded on the outskirts of Mit Nun, while battle screamed and raged just over the hill. Now, its blade drew the symbol he had been shown - a circle of runes, not unlike those his father had once tried to teach him, those half-lost memories tempering the quickening of his heart.

The deed was done. Now, he needed only wait.

And so he waited, there, until darkness overcame him. Until the foxfire opened its eyes about him, casting strange shadows-upon-shadows with its eldrich green glow. Until something began to move across those points of weeping light. Pacing. Circling him. Chilling his bare skin like the breath of winter.

My hopes:

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I hope to hone my skills, growing so strong that my foes refuse to fight me, scrambling for safety in numbers when I come bounding. I hope to wield that strength for my brothers-at-arms, doing my part to shield Fimbulvetr from the endless winter that never ceases to threaten.

My fears:

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That I will remain a middling axe-man, strong enough to fell a man caught unaware with a single brutal hack, but easily overwhelmed when I am myself the target. And that my allies will come to see me as such - a weapon with specific uses, but not a hero.

My past:

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I am young, in this game of war. I have no burdens, but for the pull of loyalty to the banner I rest beneath today. The Ravens of Valhalla demand no fealty to any one man, only a commitment to the whole, though our brilliant leaders' wisdom is available for those in need. I am, and always will be, a warrior forged by Fimbulvetr's pack, no matter where the future leads.

(Edited to reflect the change in clan, though my faction remains the same, so the same statements are still true.)

[WITCHCRAFT]

words

On strange winds travel the unseen words. On stranger winds yet, travel the messengers of fate. Answers brought to you from beyond this mortal plane, the palest of hands hold answers that drive mortals insane! Night eyes staring intently! At YOU!

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CARD 1: Your general environment, that which influences all other things. A background to the rest of the reading.
DRAWN: MAJOR ARCANA IV: THE LOVERS (REVERSED)
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The primordial man and woman stand in the garden of paradise. An angelic messenger descends upon them. A foul smoke reeking of foolish ambition lies over your head! Beware false pretenses in all facets of your life! Be not deceived by the helping hand of a dark-eyed lover!

CARD 2: Your obstacles. That which lies before you.
DRAWN: SEVEN OF WANDS
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A young man stands near a cliff's edge. He fights with valor, but it is not known whether he is practicing at six posts, or fending off 6 attackers from below. Your obstacles are below you, for you have the high ground. In both strife of words and feats of strength, you stand above that which opposes you. Success awaits!

CARD 3: Your ideal situation - the best possible future you can achieve.
DRAWN: KNIGHT OF SWORDS (REVERSED)
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The knight charges forth at full speed! His demeanor gives the impression that his enemies are routed, and the battle is already won. Even as enemies scoff at your extravagance, they are trampled underfoot. Unbeleivers will be made to see your way by force of arms.

CARD 4: Your distant past - what brought you to where you are.
DRAWN: MAJOR ARCANA XIV: TEMPERANCE (REVERSED)
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An angel stands at the edge of a sacred river, pouring holy water from one cup to the next. With a gentle face, the angel radiates peace of mind. Unfortunate pairings or competing interests have removed you from your former allies. A holy sect may have extradited you from your homelands (???)

CARD 5: Recent past events. The current which is becoming the past.
DRAWN: ACE OF CUPS
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A hand issues from a cloud, holding a massive chalice. A dove bearing a cross-marked wafer of The Host descends upon the chalice, which likewise issues four spouts of water unto a body of water rife with water lillies. You have come upon a fertile abode which provides all you can wish for. This place will nourish your mind and body, providing joy and contentment.

CARD 6: Near future influence - that which is just around the corner.
DRAWN: MAJOR ARCANA III: THE EMPRESS
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The empress sits upon a red throne, with field ready for harvest in front and sprawling woods behind. Her crown bears twelve stars, and her robe's textile is that of the rose. Initiative and the want for action lie ahead. When you face the difficulty of the unknown, look to the shadows. Clandestine actions loom unseen.

CARD 7: You, yourself.
DRAWN: PAGE OF SWORDS
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A lithe and agile page holds a sword in two hands, while walking swiftly. He travels along a windswept coast. You are quick on your feet and observant. These skills would suit you well as a marquis (lord of the borderlands, one who marches vigilantly and oversees the edge of your lord's rule).

CARD 8: Your house. The people with who you stand.
DRAWN: KING OF WANDS
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The king sits impassioned and ardent, holding his flowering wand. His throne bears the mark of the lion. Your allies are friendly, honest, and conscientious. They are brave of heart, but may be troubled by dark thoughts.

CARD 9: Your hopes and fears.
DRAWN: NINE OF PENTACLES (REVERSED)
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A woman, with bird perched upon her wrist, stands within a garden grown over with grapevines. Her manor lies in the distance. Someone has deceived you! Beware false faith! Your flakey ally may void the efforts of a grand project!

CARD 10: That which is to come. Your future and destiny.
DRAWN: FIVE OF SWORDS (REVERSED)
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A man of bad humor looks upon two dejected enemies or duelists, who have dropped their weapons. He himselfs holds three blades. This man has won a battle with odds against his favor - without spilling blood. Your enemy seeks not only your destruction, but to defame and dishonor you. Choose your fights, for your foes stand ready to bury you and your honor.

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BONUS ROUND:
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SOON.

[kinngrimm]

I bow before your skill in the arts and accept your wording

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In the past through standing by my word towards those i gave it to in the first place and a critical opportunity on the other side i broke my word with others who pushed me. I like to think i have redeemed myself ever since, but still get distrust,neglect and pretense.

I have set goals which are hard or hardly to reach, those who i ask for kindness so i may reach these goals seem not willing to give it. Those but i give my trust and help, stay by my side, even if it would be their and my downfall.

The great size of the enemies seem to be outnumbering anything which would be send at them, still there seem to be qualities in the ways we prefer, the molechs can't touch or even comprehend.

My dream would be to finally be able to be the way we were founded to be.