Fortune Telling

[Devland99 180]

"Rather a real man then a toiling upset child.."

[_Stigwig 1510]

Augustus hears of the fortune teller from his good friend Mithius and endeavours to visit the elf, arriving at the tavern and waiting patiently within the line until he reaches his turn, stepping forwards and addressing the elf with clear interest.

 

"So, a fortune teller, most interesting. Haven't had my fortune told in a good few decades. So, tell me, will I advance any further than I have - from impoverished to Baron? And will my son advance any further than that?" 

[XSKip 40]

Kol'Ordan waits in line, curious about this mojo that he has heard blahed about. When it comes his turn he sits down, making the table shake and the chair creak. "Whub kan lat peep abut azh urukz fuutur?"

[GDPR 014 48]

Absulon advances towards the fortune teller, a quirked brow on his face, questioning, "What does the future hold for me?"

[ForeverGinger 148]

Perdric waddles over to the table that the magic fortune-teller lady is sitting at and cranes his neck backwards to peer at her face, "Miss, wot's me future look like? Will I evah finish me deddycan'ship an' become a real Drood?"

[Baconthief 682]

Mizziyrn would only offer a shake of his head as so many elves, allegedly intelligent beings, commune with the fortune-teller who uses vagaries and chance to trick the fool hearty into believing in the mystical, thus gaining profit. Ironically, after showing disdain with elves fascination with this quazi-occultist activity, mizz departs to go give an offering to an ancestral spirit.

[Kalehart 1096]

Peter chews idly on his thumb nail as he observes the last customer's reading, brow arched slightly in amusement and quizzicality. Dressed in an assortment of furs and travel-worn gear, the scruffy looking fellow brushes a hand through his chest-length beard and stands. He saunters towards Pern with a considerate expression and peers down at the cards. He would appear a bit dour, before his expression eases into one of a distinct kindness and humor.

 

"Quite the show you've got going here, lass." he comments, peering around, "Though I bet a fair few of these folk aren't here for the cards, eh?" he lets slip a jovial chortle before leaning over and propping himself against the table, seeming to observe her with a searching expression, "Well, have at it, then! A reading to tell me what's ahead, aye?"

 

He draws a small leather pouch from his pocket and sets it on the table with a distinct metallic clank; about twenty-five mina contained within, "I can pay more if I like what I hear." he muses with a playful tone, stepping back as he awaits her response.

[Mj. 697]

"Eh, why not." Aethos says, ready for his fortune to be told

[tomwhar1 4]

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[Your Favorite Impure 736]

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[wolfdwg 2677]

Markus sits in the tavern watching the group. Around him are empty mugs. After a quick chat with the others at his table he stands and walks over to the Elf.

"Tell meh lass. How will I die?" Markus asks soberly.

[Z3r05t4r 855]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.