Post by bufftabby on Oct 18, 2010 18:57:39 GMT -5
In the midst of a thick forest, you find a castle that gives shelter to all manner of travelers overtaken by the night on their journey: lords and ladies, royalty and their retinue, humble wayfarers. You enter, overwhelmed by a fateful feeling as you do, as though this place contains unknown entities which may shape your future as they see fit.
You appear to be at a sumptuous court, which no one would have expected to find in such an out-of-the-way and rustic castle; its wealth is evident not only in the costly furnishings and graven vessels, but also in the calm and ease which reign among those sitting at the table, all handsome of person and clothed with elaborate elegance. But, at the same time, you remark a feeling of randomness, of disorder, as if this were not a lordly dwelling but an inn of passage, where people unknown to one another live together for a short time, and where, in that strange environment, all feel a relaxation of the rules by which they live their own lives, and so indulge in freer, unfamiliar behavior.
Despite the misapprehension engendered by this place, you decide to remain long enought to enjoy the supper whose smell had guided you to the castle long before ever laying eyes upon it. After a strangely silent meal, on the table which had just been cleared, the man who seems to be lord of the castle draws forth a set of tarot cards. The Major Arcana seem the tapestries of a court theater, and cups, pentacles, swords, and wands shine like heraldic devices. The man looks at you questioningly, and although he does not speak, he seems to ask: Will you stay the night, or will you journey onward? You eye the tarot cards, then look at him. He nods slightly, and he slides a thick book of leather-bound vellum toward you. There are 26 spaces, and the first already bears a name, written in flowing golden script. You think carefully for a moment, considering whether you really have time to stay, and whether you wish to interact those who surround you. You have a feeling that once your name is upon that sheet, although it may be may be marked through, it cannot be replaced.
Choose your destiny.
I. total ullz
II. cookies
III. billmc
IV. sistercoyote
V. pleonast
VI. peeker
VII. hockey monkey
VIII. texcat
IX. paranoia
X. suburban plankton
XI. renata
XII. storyteller
XIII. slicker intern
XIV. mhaye
XV. mahaloth
XVI. naf1138
XVII. guiri
XVIII. brewha
XIX. sachertorte
XX. mister blockey
XXI. crazypunker
XXII. catinasuit
XXIII. char
XXIV. rysto
XXV. metallic squink
XXVI. special ed
(Thanks to Italo Calvino for much of the color here and in the future.)
You appear to be at a sumptuous court, which no one would have expected to find in such an out-of-the-way and rustic castle; its wealth is evident not only in the costly furnishings and graven vessels, but also in the calm and ease which reign among those sitting at the table, all handsome of person and clothed with elaborate elegance. But, at the same time, you remark a feeling of randomness, of disorder, as if this were not a lordly dwelling but an inn of passage, where people unknown to one another live together for a short time, and where, in that strange environment, all feel a relaxation of the rules by which they live their own lives, and so indulge in freer, unfamiliar behavior.
Despite the misapprehension engendered by this place, you decide to remain long enought to enjoy the supper whose smell had guided you to the castle long before ever laying eyes upon it. After a strangely silent meal, on the table which had just been cleared, the man who seems to be lord of the castle draws forth a set of tarot cards. The Major Arcana seem the tapestries of a court theater, and cups, pentacles, swords, and wands shine like heraldic devices. The man looks at you questioningly, and although he does not speak, he seems to ask: Will you stay the night, or will you journey onward? You eye the tarot cards, then look at him. He nods slightly, and he slides a thick book of leather-bound vellum toward you. There are 26 spaces, and the first already bears a name, written in flowing golden script. You think carefully for a moment, considering whether you really have time to stay, and whether you wish to interact those who surround you. You have a feeling that once your name is upon that sheet, although it may be may be marked through, it cannot be replaced.
Choose your destiny.
I. total ullz
II. cookies
III. billmc
IV. sistercoyote
V. pleonast
VI. peeker
VII. hockey monkey
VIII. texcat
IX. paranoia
X. suburban plankton
XI. renata
XII. storyteller
XIII. slicker intern
XIV. mhaye
XV. mahaloth
XVI. naf1138
XVII. guiri
XVIII. brewha
XIX. sachertorte
XX. mister blockey
XXI. crazypunker
XXII. catinasuit
XXIII. char
XXIV. rysto
XXV. metallic squink
XXVI. special ed
(Thanks to Italo Calvino for much of the color here and in the future.)