zeeth_kyrah: A man in a deep blue robe looks at the camera, right hand raised and holding a wooden rod, left hand gesturing low. In the background are leaves and grass, mostly divided by the foreground figure. (Magician)
zeeth_kyrah ([personal profile] zeeth_kyrah) wrote2018-09-29 07:56 pm

Free wisdom card readings - for characters and all!

Greetings! I recently had an inspiration for something I could do to contribute to a few DW friends, and tonight got a push from a couple of my spirit guides saying "Do it!"

I'm offering free wisdom card readings from the Hero's Deck, a collection of 36 cards in 3 groups. It's essentially a summary of archetypal Hero's Journey fragments, including Heroic Aspects, Heroic Gifts, and Heroic Challenges. The twist on this reading is, I'm offering these readings particularly for peoples' characters, whether from stories and poems, games, or whatever venue. I'll be answering in character as a traveling bard and sage, Jewel the Water-Singer. Feel free to get creative, write intro text or descriptions of actions, or simply ask questions of the diviner. Jewel will answer as many as four questions for you, though your character might want to offer a gift for more than two.

(If you want a reading for yourself, go ahead and ask, I'll answer this one in character anyway.)

Since anyone can ask, character or not, the usual local-world warnings apply. (Federal law says this is for entertainment purposes only, I'm not a licensed anything, and so on.) The readings will be open from the time of posting until Tuesday, October 2nd, Eastern (New York City) time zone to give those with little warning a chance to drop by.

And with that, the local marketplace now has a busker with a small folding seat and a small pop-up table, where sits a woman dressed in red-striped pantaloons and a player's (actor's) fancy green velvet blouse with pale undershirt. She has a mouth organ (harmonica) and a small thumb piano with her as well, and alternates playing tunes and singing snippets of folk song, and giving readings to her audience. On the table is a blue silk bag upon which sits the box holding a deck of cards. Next to the bag is a large quartz point with unusual clarity and a hint of rainbow in its facets. This person would not seem too out of place in a Spanish or French Renaissance marketplace, though she looks somewhat Iranian or Lakota. (Perhaps she is of mixed ancestry?)

The bard calls out, "Come one, come all for the wonders of heroic wisdom! Let the ancestors witness, for life is the play and we are the players! Who will partake of these insights? Let Jewel the Water-Singer tell you mysteries from the further realms! Ask once, ask several times! Gifts for the sage are also quite welcome!"
siliconshaman: black cat against the moon (Default)

[personal profile] siliconshaman 2018-09-30 10:30 am (UTC)(link)
A young-ish woman, somewhere in her mid-thirties, wearing a Britannic Navel uniform, with the propeller and oak-leaves of the Fleet Air Arm service and captains bars on her sleeves stops by the table for a moment.

The large fluffy black cat at her ankle nudges her leg, causing her to look down.

"Should I, Incus?"

The cat sits down to wash himself for moment, before looking up at his human and saying "W'y not? You 'ot a 'etter idea?""

The captain nods, and sits down.
"I... don't normally believe in this stuff. I hope that's not a problem. but.. well, stuff's happened, and I'd like to see a glimmer of a star to steer by.. um.. if you get my meaning?"
Edited 2018-09-30 10:31 (UTC)
siliconshaman: black cat against the moon (Default)

[personal profile] siliconshaman 2018-10-01 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
The Captain nods and closes her eyes out of respect for the prayer.

At the mention of the Trickster, her gaze slides sideways and down to the fluffy black cat, and the hint of a smile lurks in the corners of her lips. Incus, the cat, pretends not to notice that.

She snaps her gaze back up to Jewel, and nods gravely[ "I thank you seer... you've given me something to think upon now. At least I don't feel like I'm spinning my props while still moored."

Standing up, she digs into a pocket of her uniform jacket, and removes a small round highly polished bit of amethyst, about the size of a thumbnail. The light winks in it's internal facets, despite it being so dark purple it's almost black.

"I know you offered your wisdom for free, but please accept this in gratitude. I had in mind to have a tie pin or something made from it, but I think it would be better with you."