>>5602232>>5602249>>5602258>>5602438>>5602660>>5602984>Ask the hag to divinate Morne for you.You watch the wolf dip his head over the wall’s end and sniff at the district ahead, a mound of black against the portraiture-like frame of the village. You nudge the hag with your elbow. “Oy.” You whisper, curious. “Put yourself to good use. Divinate the hound for me.”
“The beast?! Oh, dearie, you might as well have me divinate every stray dog on the street..” The hag bemoans your request, but she shuffles her tarot all the same. The cards crumple beneath her weathered knuckles as she destroys her own deck–before, again, she raises the mangled hand to the owl atop her lantern perch, who clips one with his beak.
“Hmmm.. my, my. How curious.” She flashes the card at her before she begins to speak:
SEVEN, THE CHARIOT, A WARRIOR DRAWN BY TWO SPHINX.
BETWEEN MAN AND MONSTER, A KNIGHT SITS BETWIXT.
BUT HARK! STAY YOUR REINS, AND DO NOT DRIVE THIS PATH, LEST..
YOU CONTINUE ALONG AFTER ME AND I CUT YOU DOWN LIKE THE REST.
“What? Is that a warning?” You raise your brow. “The fates want me to stay off his ass?”
“My job isn’t to interpret fortunes, sweetie, it’s to READ them. And this is his fortune, not yours.” The oracle shoves the oily deck back into her robe with little spectacle. “But the chariot represents willpower, determination, strength.. this is someone who won’t stop for anything to get what he wants.”
You cast another glance over to the dog, who hangs so far over the wall he’s near falling off. His sniffing has gone a bit more intent now, his head high in the air and far from your conversation. “Wait–.. Wait. No.. this is it.” Morne’s voice is somewhere between disbelief, giddiness, and determination. “Yes. I’m sure of it.”
“Hm?” You tilt your head.
“Her smell is in the air. My sister.” The hound lowers his ears. “She’s somewhere ahead. Don’t know where, but she’s in this district. I know it.”
>Follow a safer route down. You can choose a proper route.>No, no more safer routes. You’ve got monsters to have fuck with. Leap from here with Morne and the hag and get right into things.>Wait, what does dhampir smell like?>Write-In. 