The World
The Emperor
Death

A faerie flutters past Rimora’s nose as you part the tent flaps and she smiles, admiring the little intruder as you settle at the table across from her. “Ah...a friend of the fae folk, are you? Good, good. There are so few in Sornieth that can call the fae their friends.” She folds her hands in front of her and leans in a bit. “Now that I think of it...you seem like...hm. You’ve spent a lot of time in hidden places, we’ll say,” she chuckled a bit, tail giving a twitch to jingle the bangle she was wearing. “Well, perhaps we can talk about that a bit more later. You’re here for a reading, and a reading you shall have.” She reaches to her cards and draws three, laying them in a neat row. “Let’s begin.”
The first card is an image of Sornieth from high above, stars sparkling in the void of space, with each of the elemental gods dancing high above their domain. “The World,” the nocturne spoke with a smile. “A symbol of triumph, and completion. You’ve come to the end of an important task, a long-term project, and you must have produced something you can be truly proud of. Maybe an observation on something elusive? Or a long journey to where you are now. Regardless, it’s come to an end in the best kind of way.”
Turning over the second card reveals an image of a stout snapper dragon, standing firm and proud against a backdrop of towering mountains. “The Emperor. Security, order, and ambition.” She ponders the card for a moment before continuing. “It may be...difficult to return to a normal routine after pursuing something so fervently, but it’s the path to your true ambitions. Return to the routine, have patience, and another achievement will come. Proper structure to one’s life is the key to true successes.”
She reaches over to turn the last card, baring a mirror dragon, teeth bared in a macabre grin and claws wrapped around the skull of a dragon much larger than itself. “Death. The end and the beginning. Don’t fret--this doesn’t necessarily mean a bad thing is incoming,” her voice dropped to a soothing note as she explained, "it just means that something is going to change. Out with the old and in with the new, as they say. Perhaps, in your effort to return to your routine, you'll find something....new in your life. A new chapter to write, a chapter you can make yours...if the cards fall right."
With a sweep of her hand she collects the cards again, smiling up at you. "Well, I hope that might give you some insight, my friend. Tread the old paths carefully. We never know what lurks in those dark corners until we see it with our own eyes." Rimora smiles and tilts her head some, giving you a warm, gentle smile. "May the stars guide your path, friend. Have a good night."