Madame Mvashti looked up as the sage Brodert Quink and his young assistant entered her tent. One eyebrow rose fractionally; Quink had never requested a reading in all his many years in Sandpoint. This Harrowing, then, must be for the younger man. Her intuition was rewarded as he stepped forward, placed a coin in her jar, and asked his question.
“Your . . . old associates, is it?” The ancient woman gave Cato a sly, knowing smile. “It is well that you are so circumspect. But there is no hiding from the cards, yes?” As she spoke, the old seer’s fingers ruffled and shaped the deck with a speed Cato had trouble following. Her eyes went out of focus as she whispered eldritch words, no doubt ones intended to determine his fate.
As she finished her incomprehensible murmuring, Madame Mvashti’s eyes snapped back to intense clarity. She quickly dealt nine of the cards into a three-by-three block, setting the others momentarily aside.
“You understand the Harrowing, yes?” The woman glanced at Cato as she waved her hand over the arranged cards. “You will see three cards today. One for your past,” she indicated the first column of cards, “one for your present,” she pointed to the middle column, “and one for your future.” Her hand caressed the table near the final column. “These cards are for you, and you alone. You must listen closely for your path,” she regarded Cato with utmost seriousness, “even amidst portents of woe.”
She smiled. “Shall we begin? Let us see what arises from your past.” She closed her eyes, turning over a card from the middle row of the first column.
Madame Mvashti’s eyes narrowed as she opened her eyes and saw the card.
“The Avalanche,” she said calmly, “is an unthinking, unreasoning thing that overwhelms all in its way. It is a bad card, yes? These ‘associates’ of yours are not friends. They cannot be reasoned with or turned aside.” She frowned. “They will never stop hunting you. But the card is in a neutral position,” she tapped the table, “meaning that their evil is not as close as it could be.” The seer glanced up to determine Cato’s reaction to this news. Satisfied, she pressed on.
“Now we shall see what your present holds.” Again, she closed her eyes, this time turning over a card from the middle row of the second column.
The old woman’s shoulders relaxed slightly, giving Cato a sense of how much tension they held during a reading. “The Dance,” she smiled. “This is a good card, yes? It represents an intricate structure, requiring the cooperation of all to avoid collapse. The cards wish you to stay in perfect step, knowing your place in the greater good.”
“You will soon find friends and allies in whom you can trust, and you must create with them a choreography that will resist the evil which hunts you.” She tapped the first card as her voice took on a note of warning. “But this card is also in the neutral position. These friends will not force themselves together. It will be up to you to bring them into concert with each other and help them see the larger pattern. Both you and they ignore this pattern at your peril.”
She closed her eyes a final time, reaching her hand toward the last column. As she did so, she paused almost imperceptibly, as if she did not wish her hand to move further. Her face tightened slightly as, eyes still closed, she turned over the card on the bottom row.
Madame Mvashti’s face paled as she opened her eyes to see Cato’s doom.
“The Demon’s Lantern,” she whispered, almost inaudibly. “It is an impossible, inescapable skein of traps and tricks. It is an evil card, yes? A very evil card.” The seer’s hands shook; she folded them together on the table as she read the cards in front of her. “You are running and hiding from those who hunt you, yes? It will not matter. They will find you.” She pointed to the card’s position. “It is an evil card, aligned with evil. You have no hope of escape.”
She looked sadly at Cato. “I am sorry to give you this news, yes? But as with most seekers, you are not without a path.” She tapped the middle card. “Your friends will be your salvation. Together, you can create a bulwark to resist the evil that hunts you. It is likely these friends will also face evil they will need your help to vanquish.” She nodded.
“This is not a guarantee of success.” She tapped the final card. “But finding these friends, and creating a dance together, is the only hope you have.”
Madame Mvashti sighed, slumping back in her chair as she observed the scholars. “Your reading is done." She waved a dismissive hand at the pair. "You may go.” But as the two stood and turned to leave, she had one parting instruction.
“Cato?” The seer’s voice trembled. “Find them soon.”
OOC: Cato, please end your next post with you and Brodert up near the cathedral for lunch, if you don’t mind. Thanks!
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