IX. The Hermit, Master of Alchemy (Arthur)
X. Fortune, Lady of Chance (Zara)
XI. The Fury, She Who Harrows (Spite)
XII. The Hanged Man, Our Lord Uncanny (Redacted)
XIII. Death, the Endless Knight (Aric)
XIV. Temperance, Collectress of Sins (Calanthe)
XV. The Devil, Foul Desecrator (Ogen)
XVI. The Tower, Lord of Lightning (Joules)
XVII. The Star, Arcane Navigator (Stellan)
XVIII. The Moon, Bringer of Doubt (Selena)
XIX. The Sun, Hail the Glorious Illuminator (Sol)
XX. Judgment, the Archangel (Gabriel)
XXI. The World, This Unearthly One (Tess)
*Note subtle differences from previously available lists and modern interpretation.
Death (XIII)
Aric Domnija, the Endless Knight, Reigning Arcana Champion
Unspecified call
A.k.a.: The Reaper, Tredici
Powers: Touch of Death (can kill with contact). Death awareness (can sense dead things and approaching death). Superhuman speed, strength, endurance, dexterity, senses, healing. Controlled telepathy.
Special Skills: Gifted horseman, unmatched swordsman.
Weapons: Swords, scythe, his warhorse Thanatos.
Tableau: A Reaper clad in black armor, scythe at the ready, riding a pale horse with evil red eyes. He carries a black flag emblazoned with a white rose.
Icon: Scythe.
Unique Arcana Characteristics: Wears impenetrable armor, spiked gloves, and a helmet. Eyes turn starry with emotion.
Before Flash: A mysterious, reclusive billionaire, securing his mountain compound against any foreseeable disaster.
Lethe Castle
Day 0
Of course hers would be the last icon to fade. The rose symbol.
In the shower, I stare at the back of my right hand. Of the twenty-one icons that have marked my skin for so long, only fragments remain of the rose that represented the great Empress’s life.
I took this icon when I beheaded her. For centuries, I have stared at it with a mixture of fury, guilt, and yearning.
It connected me to her. My wife.
Whenever the beginning of our lethal game nears, the icons borne by the winner fade. Telepathic Arcana calls start to sound. We are on the brink.
Anticipation strains even my eternal patience. I will capture this new reincarnation of the Empress and make her pay.
At last.
I have waited 677 years, 3 months, and 13 days for this time to come.
Other Arcana have envied my immortality. I would gladly give it up if not for her—my fantasy and nightmare, all wrapped in one.
I have no choice except to win. If I’d died in the past, I would have been reincarnated for another game, losing my memories of her and our history. My soul would have entered a new body, one lacking the warning that I had tattooed over my torso.
Three scenarios might play out in a future game. . . .
I wouldn’t go out of my way to find her, missing her entirely.
I would find her, only to kill her before I discovered I could touch her.
Or, worst of all, I would find her, touch her, then trust her.
My hands ball into fists, and I hang my head under the stream of water. With the memories I’ve retained, I’ve already been able to locate her, and other Arcana as well. They tend to stand out, and in this age of information, I possess every advantage.
To find the Empress, I searched all over the world for farms named Haven. Her home has always been called that. In more than one Arcana chronicle, I’ve read the advice: “Never attack an Empress in her Haven.”
Only one farm of that name has a girl of the right age living on the property. She is a Louisiana teenager named Evangeline Greene.
She has no idea that a few states away, she has a husband who plots to destroy her.
I found her social media accounts with pictures of her friends (surprisingly many), her boyfriend (a football player who looks as dim as he is handsome), and her home.
The manor at Haven is circled by twelve oaks, like the twelve stars in her Empress crown, and is surrounded by miles of sugarcane in every direction. Strategically genius.
I’ve also seen pictures of her, this Evangeline Greene. My wife.
She is . . . stunning. Shining golden locks. Merry eyes. Curving lips and cheeks pink with health.
In games past, she had a formidable physical presence, tall and commanding, more Demeter then Aphrodite. In this game, she is all Aphrodite. Comelier than anything I’ve seen in all my years.
I torture myself imagining what thoughts go on behind those merry eyes. There exists a way for me to know. But what would the clever Fool demand for such a boon?
Even now I hear the Empress’s Arcana call. —Come . . . touch . . . but you’ll pay a price.—
My gut clenches with want. My blood burns for her.
I touched, and by all the gods, I’ve paid.
Naturally, the one game I’ve vowed not to be seduced, she turns out to be breathtakingly beautiful.
Yet more than her beauty attracts me. She is brimming with life; as ever, she calls to me, to Death.
My fist shoots out against the shower tile, shattering it.
_______________
In my study at Lethe Castle, I strip off my hated gloves and pour a vodka.
The catastrophe that marks the beginning of each game could happen at any instant, but I’ve finalized the preparations of Lethe.
My home sits atop an isolated mountain, chosen for its strategic location. Considering the Emperor’s powers, I’d made sure the property was some distance from any major seismic activity. With my Empress in mind, I’d selected a site without trees.
Cold-war renovations had already been in place when I bought the castle, and then I outfitted it for whatever catastrophe might befall us now.
X. Fortune, Lady of Chance (Zara)
XI. The Fury, She Who Harrows (Spite)
XII. The Hanged Man, Our Lord Uncanny (Redacted)
XIII. Death, the Endless Knight (Aric)
XIV. Temperance, Collectress of Sins (Calanthe)
XV. The Devil, Foul Desecrator (Ogen)
XVI. The Tower, Lord of Lightning (Joules)
XVII. The Star, Arcane Navigator (Stellan)
XVIII. The Moon, Bringer of Doubt (Selena)
XIX. The Sun, Hail the Glorious Illuminator (Sol)
XX. Judgment, the Archangel (Gabriel)
XXI. The World, This Unearthly One (Tess)
*Note subtle differences from previously available lists and modern interpretation.
Death (XIII)
Aric Domnija, the Endless Knight, Reigning Arcana Champion
Unspecified call
A.k.a.: The Reaper, Tredici
Powers: Touch of Death (can kill with contact). Death awareness (can sense dead things and approaching death). Superhuman speed, strength, endurance, dexterity, senses, healing. Controlled telepathy.
Special Skills: Gifted horseman, unmatched swordsman.
Weapons: Swords, scythe, his warhorse Thanatos.
Tableau: A Reaper clad in black armor, scythe at the ready, riding a pale horse with evil red eyes. He carries a black flag emblazoned with a white rose.
Icon: Scythe.
Unique Arcana Characteristics: Wears impenetrable armor, spiked gloves, and a helmet. Eyes turn starry with emotion.
Before Flash: A mysterious, reclusive billionaire, securing his mountain compound against any foreseeable disaster.
Lethe Castle
Day 0
Of course hers would be the last icon to fade. The rose symbol.
In the shower, I stare at the back of my right hand. Of the twenty-one icons that have marked my skin for so long, only fragments remain of the rose that represented the great Empress’s life.
I took this icon when I beheaded her. For centuries, I have stared at it with a mixture of fury, guilt, and yearning.
It connected me to her. My wife.
Whenever the beginning of our lethal game nears, the icons borne by the winner fade. Telepathic Arcana calls start to sound. We are on the brink.
Anticipation strains even my eternal patience. I will capture this new reincarnation of the Empress and make her pay.
At last.
I have waited 677 years, 3 months, and 13 days for this time to come.
Other Arcana have envied my immortality. I would gladly give it up if not for her—my fantasy and nightmare, all wrapped in one.
I have no choice except to win. If I’d died in the past, I would have been reincarnated for another game, losing my memories of her and our history. My soul would have entered a new body, one lacking the warning that I had tattooed over my torso.
Three scenarios might play out in a future game. . . .
I wouldn’t go out of my way to find her, missing her entirely.
I would find her, only to kill her before I discovered I could touch her.
Or, worst of all, I would find her, touch her, then trust her.
My hands ball into fists, and I hang my head under the stream of water. With the memories I’ve retained, I’ve already been able to locate her, and other Arcana as well. They tend to stand out, and in this age of information, I possess every advantage.
To find the Empress, I searched all over the world for farms named Haven. Her home has always been called that. In more than one Arcana chronicle, I’ve read the advice: “Never attack an Empress in her Haven.”
Only one farm of that name has a girl of the right age living on the property. She is a Louisiana teenager named Evangeline Greene.
She has no idea that a few states away, she has a husband who plots to destroy her.
I found her social media accounts with pictures of her friends (surprisingly many), her boyfriend (a football player who looks as dim as he is handsome), and her home.
The manor at Haven is circled by twelve oaks, like the twelve stars in her Empress crown, and is surrounded by miles of sugarcane in every direction. Strategically genius.
I’ve also seen pictures of her, this Evangeline Greene. My wife.
She is . . . stunning. Shining golden locks. Merry eyes. Curving lips and cheeks pink with health.
In games past, she had a formidable physical presence, tall and commanding, more Demeter then Aphrodite. In this game, she is all Aphrodite. Comelier than anything I’ve seen in all my years.
I torture myself imagining what thoughts go on behind those merry eyes. There exists a way for me to know. But what would the clever Fool demand for such a boon?
Even now I hear the Empress’s Arcana call. —Come . . . touch . . . but you’ll pay a price.—
My gut clenches with want. My blood burns for her.
I touched, and by all the gods, I’ve paid.
Naturally, the one game I’ve vowed not to be seduced, she turns out to be breathtakingly beautiful.
Yet more than her beauty attracts me. She is brimming with life; as ever, she calls to me, to Death.
My fist shoots out against the shower tile, shattering it.
_______________
In my study at Lethe Castle, I strip off my hated gloves and pour a vodka.
The catastrophe that marks the beginning of each game could happen at any instant, but I’ve finalized the preparations of Lethe.
My home sits atop an isolated mountain, chosen for its strategic location. Considering the Emperor’s powers, I’d made sure the property was some distance from any major seismic activity. With my Empress in mind, I’d selected a site without trees.
Cold-war renovations had already been in place when I bought the castle, and then I outfitted it for whatever catastrophe might befall us now.
