Tarotdeath

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A vast sky stormed by the coming times of troubles, promising both of gold and enemies alike. Darkness ascends, bringing forth a blanket of unsettled night, that is nerve-racking and quite frightful. Yet within the center clearing crackles a fine fire, working warmth and feast for the liking, for someone that lit this well-settled flame. Seated on the right is a is a figure, dressed ever so elegantly in a robe, drunk upon pockets, that render the coat even odder. His features, though soft and youthful, appeared forged by many past, that weary upon the ole wizard. He doesn’t offer any harm, but a seat near his fire and a friendship to spin and tale or two. And when asked his name, he shall only answer…The Dark Wizard.