The dazed and bloodied man looked up from the bits of brain pulp he was looking at in his hands.
"Yes! That name's in here too."
Frantically Sten started to shuffle cards around, placing them in patterns.
"The teacher foils the stars, but first the star guides justice to avoid judgement."
On the ground laid more tarot cards, names smeared on each.
The star card read the name Mithias had whispered. Justice held his own and judgement read Johnathan.

Sten tore up the wheel of fortune card reading Charles and placed a card with Magnus on it over it.
"The emperor breaks the wheel and seeks the chariot. He doesn't know he seeks the mage as well."

With a wide gestures he moved cards around while splattering blood in every direction.
With a flourish he picked up the world card and wrote Kilo Point on it.
"Is this the prize at the end of the game?"

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Hale was nearly at the village, in the distance he saw mist. Normally this wouldn't bother him, but the mist seemed stationary, ignoring the wind.
This was unnatural and more than likely old blood trouble. It clearly wasn't Magnus's style, so it's probably some old blood who found reason in helping the humans out.
"There's no reasoning with old-bloods, so we'll avoid them." Hale mumbled to himself.
He'd walk around and start his path of destruction elsewhere. He'd rather fight some soldiers than a monster.

Hale went trough his pockets,fished out a pack of smokes, then realized he had no fire.
With a groan he put it back and increased his pace.