SHOW US YOUR HANDS, FATE

[radio]

The cold winds howl throughout the night of Esshar, starting in the far east does a sickly fog build and roll across the lands. A fortress seen above that dots out the clouds and moon and from it does this fog billow. Crops that is washes over wilt, grass becomes grey and devoid of life, fauna belts out terror and the no light shines upon the land.
 

As this billowing fog reaches the towns outside of Promethia and south of the Dreadwoods washing over the buildings, but never quite seeming to enter, children stir from their slumber and wake up kicking and screaming. Terrors fill their minds and there is no chance of them returning to delightful rest. Their eyes, they are drawn out of windows and to the darkest corners of the night sky where no Stars shine. 
 
The ground shakes. If you walk the night streets you feel as if you are being watched by the night sky itself.
 
Dark fogs finally making its way to the mainland, it sweeps through the streets of the Promethia, through the dark woods of the Dreadwoods and the harbors of Novus. Through the decorated streets of the Shimmering City and the high snowy peaks of Naysien's Coat. Through the mercantile base of the the Waystone and the greens of Moxtli, even paying visit to the manor of the crime lords that are the Docro.
 
Waking children and drawing eyes to the night sky, but it isn't all these this fog brings. Just as it passes and the streets clear, fliers are scattered where it once was.
 
Fliers that ask but one thing.
 
"the games return,
do you want to play? 
do you want to play a ̷̻͛g̷͔͋ā̸͓m̶͇̏e̶̤͗,̶͚̎ ?"
 

Â̶̼̹̮͇͖̰̝̕͠͝ͅR̸̢͖͒̾̆͌́͠Ċ̸̨̖͉͋̉̋̈́̃͝A̸͈̳͙̫̤̬͗N̶̻̠͈͔̘̓Ą̶͈̹̄̾ TOURNAMENT

 

MORT DONJON - DATE TBD

 

CHANCE OF INJURY - REWARDS.

  
bring your best cards… and pray to your fairest fortune… 
they expect to be entertained.

(date delayed to allow people that show interest to acquire decks and learn to play)

[Quatral]

 
Clouds gather in the furthest altitudes, and it seems the very sky is split by the leathery coil of black cirrostratus formations...
 
High over Esshar itself.
 
A Herald of the Void come to spell nightmare and mania in those it visits.
 

 
It demands to be amused.
 
Cruel hands of cards dealt to those it deems as worthy champions of its entertainment.

 

For those which prove to fascinate this presence... fel gifts are granted.
 
Only one thing left is certain,
 

 
[Arcana Tournament set for this Saturday, 6pm EST]

  

Location: Mort Donjon, Keep of the Undying