Open Chronicles New Fortunes

[Youssef]

Youssef had just arrived in the city of Tirnua, courtesy of a trip through the portal stone on his home continent of Liadain. He had heard rumor that the legend of the Asmidarl had been confirmed since the discovery of the Malakath Portal Stones. Being of a resourceful sort he had managed to find his way to the new world. However, living most of his life as a slave and not having formal employment, the trip over had drained any sort of funds Youssef had acquired on the way over.

He was, in a word, broke. In three words he was broke and directionless.

Youssef had two goals for the day. One, to find out any directions that might lead him to the legendary Asmidarl settlement. The other goal was to accumulate enough coin to feed himself dinner. Finding a well traffic'd spot with a table he set up shop and began to advertise his services as a fortune teller. Through the reading of cards he could determine in a very loose fashion what sort of blessings or curses might be expected in the next day. More than simple divine reading, Youssef could use some magic to nudge things ever so slightly in the direction of his reading. This was dangerous, as not all readings were favorable, but Youssef had found he could funnel much power into his magic if he didn't know what was going to happen beforehand.

Sadly, thusfar it did not seem that many of the Malakathians saw Fortune Telling as something worth paying for.

 

[Esmoria]

In a twist of fate Esmoria had been staying in Tirnua a short while in preparation to travel the portal stone out of Malakath. The start of a long pilgrimage to pay forward the word of the sisters in the land of the Dreth. She herself had been born in Epressa but had been fortunate to be given salvation by one of the sisters.

Her Pink hair flowed in waves from a habit which hid very little but kept the sun off her head. Her ruby and magenta toned skin seemed almost subtly glow as the afternoon sun reflected off the many stretches of skin not covered by her dress. She had pearly white horns much like a ram, tipped in gold. It was clear that modesty was not a tenant followed by her faith.

She had just placed a small order for a new traveling cloak. Something fur lined. While she had plenty of small enchanted baubles to handle weather and still avoid donning more layers, it seemed a fun addition.
Besides not all places welcomed Tieflings, let alone ones that shined as brightly as she. She would need something to occasionally obscure her wonderous visage.
Her newly acquired garment in hand she had decided to take a leisurely stroll through the rest of the market.
Here she spied an unfamiliar face with a very familiar form.
With a smile brightening her face and a joyful twitch of her tail she strutted directly to the small table.

"Joyous day, Brother!~" Esmoria greeted her voice drippingly saccharine. Her eyes surveyed the display with curiosity and genuine interest.
"What have we here? Is it some type of game?" She asked her voice light and amused. It was clear her interest was genuine. She had seen fortune telling before but not of this variety. A fellow sister T'alia , used bones and tea leaves.

 

[Youssef]

Youssef, having spent most of his life in the mines of Kherkhana and being a first generation Tiefling, had never actually seen a female tiefling before. The horns more like a ram, the lighter skin tone than his own, the honeyed voice and the way she wore her skin to be viewed and appreciated.

Youssef felt lust at first sight.

From the too-long glances of passers by Youssef reasoned he was not the only one with such feelings. If Youssef was not broke he would assume he was being conned, for there were simply too many pleasantries greeting his senses at a time. Youssef smiled at Esmoria in response.

"I am here telling fortunes." He said and began shuffling his tarot deck. "With three cards, one sovereign, and a bit of magic I can tell you what blessings or curses may be finding their way at your door." Youssef's smile stayed on his face, his eyes glinting.

"Though I am sure a beauty as yourself has little to fear from tomorrow. Might I get your name?"

 

[Esmoria]

She held his gaze like placing kindling on a fire. She reveled in covetous glances however fleeting.
It's warmth was all the more sweet set in the features of a blessed brethren.
Esmoria smiled back her eyes staying on his for a moment before flitting down to follow his hands as he shuffled. He handed them well and she wondered what other card games he might know. Some of their kin were truly blessed with extraordinary luck. She herself found that her luck came in the people she met and binding their fate to hers.
"My~ That's quite the bargain. " Especially handy at a turning point in her career such as this. Missionary work held many unknowns. A challenge she was willing to embrace whole heartedly, but then what didn't she?
"One could always use a bit of encouragement, or caution! , on the road."
She smoothly and unabashedly reached into the cleavage of her dress and retrieved a small coin pouch from underneath one side. Quite boldly answering the question of where one might be keeping their belongings in a dress with so little space for pockets. With a small cheery hum she placed the (warm) coin in his hand.
Her expression never faltered and she made no attempt to turn away as if this were as normal an interaction as could be. Esmoria tucked the pouch back away and lightly placed her hands together in prayer.

"but of course! For such flattery it would be tragedy to withhold. I am Esmoria. A proud sister of the Triune professed of the church of Our Resilient Lady. " Her tail swayed lazily behind her contrasting the passionate tone of her voice. Her eyes followed his movements like a cat watches a mouse.
"I don't believe I have seen you among our congregation or the streets of the great city?"