Stories

It sings in the Heavens, but more importantly it sings to you. It sings of reassurance and hope. It is the Star, and the light it shines down on you mirrors the light you shine from yourself. The Star encourages you to feel the good that surrounds you. Whether it be...

It is the representation of catastrophe, of great upheaval. It stands tall, dark, but it is ready to topple over at any moment. It is the Tower. You stand and stare at it in awe. You know what it epitomizes, and you are cautious to approach it, fearing that you might...

It is the archetype of personal vices, and it only appears when temptation has gotten the best of you. "That emptiness you feel?" the Devil says to you. "That will only go away once you address the root of the problem." "But what is the root of the problem?" you ask....

It is the art of compromise, of giving up part of what you want so you can have most of what you want. You may have an outcome in mind, but sometimes you have to make concessions for a slightly altered outcome. This is Temperance. It says to you, “What will you give...

Death greets you, not with a sickle, but with a rose. It is draped from head to toe in a long, dark robe, and from the hood and sleeves you can see its skeletal visage. "You are about to experience a profound change," it says to you, its voice a monotone. "You are on...

You find yourself in the middle of the wilderness. There is nothing around for as far as the eye can see, not even sagebrush, yet there is a gallows standing all alone, and from it hangs a man. Crows sit on his shoulders, picking at his flesh, little gobbets of skin...

It is a long, silver sword suspended in the air over a low altar. It gleams in the light, as rays of sunlight play along its surface and edges. A placard on the altar declares this the sword of Justice, with Karma as its close companion. Justice and Karma pair...

You spin the Wheel of Fortune, and your Life Map appears before you. It is a series of glyphs that represent where you've been and where you are going. The Wheel says it is about free will and fate. Some things are up to chance; some are destiny. And it is always your...

He sits in a little campsite down by the river and into the woods. He has a campfire and a meager shelter. A rusted coffee pot sits on a makeshift rack over the fire, and steam comes from the pot. He sits on a log near the fire and plays a harmonica. He is the Hermit....