The Sun and The Star, both in Strength but not in Justice, laid waste to The World. In this The Tower rose, built upon Ruins and of shattered Remnants. Even still, The Moon, The Empress, and The Hanged Man persisted. They, in Fate, were cast across The Cannon and thus shattered over The World that was. For The World was not as it had been, and yet The World was more. The Tower changed The … Continue reading →

The Magician knew Time.  And he knew the World was broken.  The Light had broken it. He came upon this knowledge through the Arcane, the world beyond the World.  It was only beyond the World that he could find Truth, because the Light had corrupted the Truth of the World. He knew that, given Time enough, the World would cease to be.  He sought to warn those who could stay Its destruction, and ward off … Continue reading →