[He laughs then, a slightly rough-edged sound because this is all so fresh in him that it still feels raw and open, unfinished. But he always has liked to tell a good tale, and this is one of the very biggest of them, quite possibly the strangest, if one discounts their current situation. Perhaps even then. Another swig of gin, another pause, and he continues.]
This is where things take a turn for the macabre, I'll warn you. I'm probably not the best at explaining who or what the Hanged Man is, Asra - the magician, that is - would do a far better job of it than I. But he's one of the Major Arcana, a powerful being from another realm, or plane of existence, one related to magic and the like, so really quite out of my expertise. But I suppose I'd been in a desperate state at the time, what with having only days left before the plague claimed my life. I'd been having dreams, visions if you will, of a raven headed man, and so I took Asra's book, and...I suppose I called him, or went to him, for the answers I was looking for.
[He smiles crookedly then, wonky from the gin yes, but perhaps there's something else there too, a touch of guilt in his face.]
He's definitely not the sort that conjures safety and benevolence. I'd been trying to contact him again, to find the truth of my missing memory, but nothing I tried was working. So there seemed only one option left to me...I needed to be taken to the point of death to be pushed into his realm, and to get his attention. So I turned myself in, for the murder of the Count. Just moments before I found myself here, I was on my way to an appointment with the gallows.
[Lightly, his fingers brush his throat, though the mark is quite invisible, now.]
I was relying on the sigil to bring me back, but it was all a bit of a gamble. Necessary though, because as it turns out, the plague was coming back. I needed to know how to stop it.
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This is where things take a turn for the macabre, I'll warn you. I'm probably not the best at explaining who or what the Hanged Man is, Asra - the magician, that is - would do a far better job of it than I. But he's one of the Major Arcana, a powerful being from another realm, or plane of existence, one related to magic and the like, so really quite out of my expertise. But I suppose I'd been in a desperate state at the time, what with having only days left before the plague claimed my life. I'd been having dreams, visions if you will, of a raven headed man, and so I took Asra's book, and...I suppose I called him, or went to him, for the answers I was looking for.
[He smiles crookedly then, wonky from the gin yes, but perhaps there's something else there too, a touch of guilt in his face.]
He's definitely not the sort that conjures safety and benevolence. I'd been trying to contact him again, to find the truth of my missing memory, but nothing I tried was working. So there seemed only one option left to me...I needed to be taken to the point of death to be pushed into his realm, and to get his attention. So I turned myself in, for the murder of the Count. Just moments before I found myself here, I was on my way to an appointment with the gallows.
[Lightly, his fingers brush his throat, though the mark is quite invisible, now.]
I was relying on the sigil to bring me back, but it was all a bit of a gamble. Necessary though, because as it turns out, the plague was coming back. I needed to know how to stop it.