The Fall of Augurer Ixar of Atlantis

DEATH, THE HANGED MAN, THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE, THE SUN and THE MAGICIAN (INVERTED).

A reoccurring combination of cards—too frequent to be mere coincidence. That, plus the blood moon and the dark ravens and the menagerie of omens meant that Ixar—the illustrious Augurer of Atlantis—could ignore the Signs no more.

‘Something’ was trying to tell him… something. (…?)

But what?

For the past decade, Ixar had lived a life of a modest yet glorious life as a swashbuckling fortune-teller. He’d made many friends along the way; as you know. And yet he had always been haunted by the sense that somehow his fate and good fortune would turn. And, perhaps, not for the better.

An amused indifference to the whims of fate can only carry one so far. And besides, the omens, the cards, the Signs were becoming impossible to ignore.

DEATH—the end of a cycle? A new change or a transformation of sorts? THE HANGED MAN—sacrifice? Release? THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE—again: change, and the inescapable pull of fate. Hmmm.


THE SUN—joy? Celebration? Warmth? Or quite simply just… fire? A great burning fire?


THE MAGICIAN (INVERTED)—illusions or trickery? What could this possibly foretell.

Like all who claim proficiency or expertise; Ixar was next to useless at heeding his own advice. Let alone interpreting how the Signs might translate to his unfurling story.

And so—with morbid curiosity and amused resignation (and perhaps, some guilt over The Event of a decade ago)—he decided to follow the thread of fate, to see where they might lead him.

And so, in the deep dark of night, he found himself ascending the many stairs of The Secret Tower; eyes transfixed upon the light of a sacred fire…

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