Prince of Wands

:: The prince scowls. Frowning, he considers the wall for a long time. He illuminates a pattern with wizard-light. It says "EYES ORDER LIES" and in the same ink, a sketch of a knot or maze or labyrinth. ::

Instead of fantasy and conjecture, why don't you focus on what's right in front of your face?

A coin. A wand. A sword and a cup. It's the families, the suits, the royal houses. She knows we're coming?

:: As the soldiers of the house of knowledge begin to move into the Oracle's tower behind the prince, they see scrawlings, obscure (to them) notation on the walls. Phrases, symbols, diagrams.

The Prince of Wands steps forward to inspect. ::

And what of this? These are the ravings of a mad woman.

:: A portal opens in a twist of magic as the Prince of Wands warps in. ::

The way is open. Well done. Didn't know you had it in you.

:: He stabilizes the portal so more may follow. ::

🧿 #BlueskyCoven #TarotWar

:: The Prince of Wands feels his power surge. He is sure this is the right and proper way. When the glint of blade shines in his steely cousin's hand, he looses a bolt of pure magic. Brains before brawn. ::

I do this not out of anger but out of what's right, cousin.

:: The Prince of Wand's frustration turns toward the Prince of Swords, a spark of magic alighting atop his staff. ::

Marius. I would expect you to uphold your family’s honor as I do mine. You've always struck me as a dull child. Now you're willingly asking for a punishment as well?

The writ is very clear Marceline. We must keep our kingdom safe.

My mother spoke with an oracle not long ago who, in a divination, received a premonition of dark storm clouds covering the kingdom.

Heartache is small punishment indeed, to avoid the greater tragedy.

The old laws state plainly.

:: He hangs this fact in the air between them. ::

The sacred magic holds our kingdom strong and keeps our ceremonies secret from demons. We must tend to our own pillars, lest they weaken and fall. Each has their role. It’s only for grave matters that we assemble.

#BlueskyCoven #TarotWar

:: The Prince of Staves steps out from behind a hedge, robed and stern. He slams his staff into the ground. ::

What is this forbidden tryst?

I heard everything. Elodie, Marceline, you violate our sacred oaths. “Four suits for four corners, never gather in a single deck.”

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:: An entity of oozing black ichor reaches a claw from the breach between worlds. As it grasps its way into this one, its form solidifies into an upright young man, a Wand seared into his palm. ::

What will you have us do?

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