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:: The richly clad Queen of Pentacles stands in front of the assembled queens, the ledger open before her. ::
Sisters in station. I weep to strike a name from the annals of our noble order so long before his due. The accounts will reflect this great loss.
:: The news reaches this regal, sharp woman in her tower. Her eyes burn and her hands clench in fists. ::
A mortal insult to our laws and dignity! I mourn the murder of my son and vow revenge. I demand this blood debt be paid.
Let it be known that the Prince of Swords @tarot-s12.bsky.social now lays dead, slain by the hand of another Prince.
I have recorded this passing in the ledger. I fear now the balance will come due.
:: The richly clad Queen of Pentacles stands in front of the assembled queens, the ledger open before her. ::
Sisters in station. I weep to strike a name from the annals of our noble order so long before his due. The accounts will reflect this great loss.
:: A curtain folds back as a tall, regal woman steps out from Nowhere. A Coin is branded onto her throat. ::
My Lord. Your Kingdom awaits.
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:: They are atop a spire. The Strands of Order and Sovereignty radiate through them to the four directions.
:: Sensing their hesitation, the Eye above opens, glaring down. The High Priestess must be found.
:: Though they struggle, it cannot be overcome.
:: They pull. ::
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:: A curtain folds back as a tall, regal woman steps out from Nowhere. A Coin is branded onto her throat. ::
My Lord. Your Kingdom awaits.
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