Same group as the mega dwarf woman, consisting of a tiny ratfolk rogue, a blind kenku warlock, and a 7 foot tall lupine ranger (our half orc friend had to leave the campaign). We defeated a bone naga and found a hidden chest under a pile of bones with some unusual goods.
Lupine: Are these…are these dildos?
Ratfolk (is socially inept): what’s that?
L: Nothing don’t worry about it. (OOC): I take the biggest one.
DM: I can’t believe I’m letting this happen but fine, you pick up a 24 inch dildo and pocket it.
R (OOC): I also take one….I’m a rogue and I likes collecting things.
Next session we investigate a town where dead bodies have been going missing. While investigating a graveyard, two guards surprise us and are quickly determined to be the guilty party. They both manage to miss the Kenku warlock, who is standing directly in front of them…and is blind. The rogue manages to miss and is now the lupines turn.
L (*after a minute of thought*) OOC: I take out my 24 inch dildo and chuck it at the nearest one’s face.
DM: ….why did I let this happen. Okay fine, but you’re getting disadvantage because it’s an improvised weapon.
Lupine manages to pass all of the checks, and javelins the dildo into the guards face, breaking his nose.
DM: He’s just discovered something horrible about himself….he was really into that.
Our Kenku manages to climb on a guards back and hold a knife to his throat, demanding information about what’s been going on at the risk of his friend dying. They submit and we tie them up, while she also enters his mind and gains extra information.
Kenku: For cooperating I will let you go….you do not need to worry about your boss finding you. If I ever see you skulking around these parts again I will make you wish it was your boss who found you instead.
Guard: Okay…but please since I cooperated….can I take the object that hit me in the face with me?
L: Only on the condition I get to hit you in the face with it again.
R OOC: If she does this I wanna help and use mine. I may not know what it is but I know it’s the same thing and that I wanna hit him.
DM: Again, I CAN’T believe I let this happen but okay. Both of you roll a D4.
L: Uuuh I rolled a 4
R: I got a 4 too! Oh my god we rolled max damage with two dildos
We both high five and laugh uncontrollably for a few minutes while our DM questions his life choices.
He held me hard against him then, without speaking, and I could feel the pulsebeat in his throat, hammering like my own. His hands went to my bare shoulders, and he held me slightly away, so that I was looking upward into his face. His hands were large and very warm, and I felt slightly dizzy.
“I want ye, Claire,” he said, sounding choked. He paused a moment, as though unsure what to say next. “I want ye so much— I can scarcely breathe. Will—” He swallowed, then cleared his throat. “Will ye have me?”
By now I had found my voice. It squeaked and wobbled, but it worked.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, I’ll have you.”
“I think …” he began, then stopped. He fumbled loose the buckle of his kilt, but then looked up at me, bunching his hands at his sides. He spoke with difficulty, controlling something so powerful that his hands shook with the effort. “I’ll not … I can’t … Claire, I canna be gentle about it.”
I had time only to nod once, in acknowledgment or permission, before he bore me back before him, his weight pinning me to the bed.
He did not pause to undress further. I could smell the road dust in his shirt, and taste the sun and sweat of travel on his skin. He held me, arms outstretched, wrists pinioned. One hand brushed the wall, and I felt the tiny scrape of one wedding ring chiming against the stone. One ring for each hand, one silver, one gold. And the thin metal suddenly heavy as the bonds of matrimony, as though the rings were tiny shackles, fastening me spread-eagled to the bed, stretched forever between two poles, held in bondage like Prometheus on his lonely rock, divided love the vulture that tore at my heart.
So You Want to Make a Tarot Deck, Part 1: Ideas and Getting Started
So you’ve got it into your head that making a tarot deck would be a good idea.
It is, you’re right.
However, it is going to be a long and tedious process. In this and the following posts, I am going to tell you how I make a deck, or what I’ve learned along the way - from initial idea to finally selling and shipping it out. Now, this is how I did it, and what I would recommend. It is absolutely not the only way to do things. Take what you like from it, or ignore it all because you know way more than me.
This series is also assuming that you are going to get your deck professionally printed for sale. If you’re not, just ignore all that and make a deck for yourself, that’s cool too. Also, I’m basing most things off of tarot cards, but most of this will also apply to oracle decks.