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A Mysterious Soothsayer wrote:

Garridan thumbs through the cards to ensure they're all there, and once he is confident all of his treasured heirlooms are accounted for he looks up and says "What exactly is this 'Harvey' you speak of? i may be able to offer some advice, as i have some experience with beings of an extraplanar nature."

Kepli scowls, sheepish. "Limiting my description to the facts, Harvey is a large, anthropomorphic hare, whose sole mission appears to be to annoy me into madness. The high priestess of fate at the Gray Lady's temple told me he is tied inextricably to my so-called 'gift,' like the two sides of a coin, and that I could not have one without the other. I told her I would be quite happy to give them both up, but she was unamused and suggested in the strongest possible way that I should seek out Master Shaine. For 'training,' she called it." The halfling snorts. "A face-saving way to get rid of me, I call it. But" -- he waves his hands around, pointing at the bookshelves, crates, display cases, scroll racks, and locked vaults, and smiles -- "I never dreamed there were so many books in Absalom that I haven't already read! So many artifacts to identify! I could spend the rest of my life down here and never have to leave the Grand Lodge at all!"

In his exuberance, Kepli knocks over a candelabra (which, thankfully, holds only inactive candlerods). The candelabra kits the floor with a jarring clang, then skids a full ten feet into a dim passageway leading deeper into the stacks. Abashed, Kepli lowers his arms.

"And anyway, between Harvey and my 'gift,' the rest of the world would probably be better off if I stay out of the way." He gestures with one hand and mutters something under his breath, and the candelabra floats back onto the table.

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Spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

A Mysterious Soothsayer wrote:

"Well, i don't exactly have two eyes to keep on the cards, but i'll do my best." says Garridan, gesturing to the eyepatch he wears.
(Perform(Comedy) for the joke he made about his eyes) (dexterity to keep the cards in check)

some faint chuckles can be heard from somewhere as the cards promptly fly out of his hands "i see what you mean about needing to grip the cards tightly."
what little details he was able to gather from the harrowing can be found here

Kepli slides out of his chair to help The Mysterious S. collect his cards.

"Actually, that's more of a reading than I've gotten before." He slides an arm under a bookshelf and pulls out a card and two of his escaped coins. "Be glad you weren't around for what happened with the troll auger in Kaer Maga." Kepli shudders. "There are some things you can't unsee."

He sighs, and hunts for more dropped harrow cards. "A symbol of my own wisdom, or a sign I need to pay more respect to someone wiser? More likely the latter than the former, I suspect. If I were wise enough, I would have figured out away to lose my leporine shadow by now."

Kepli hands The Mysterious Soothsayer a stack of cards. "I think that's all of them. Sorry about that. Harvey usually doesn't bother other people, but he gets offended if he thinks someone might help me get rid of him."

Garridan thumbs through the cards to ensure they're all there, and once he is confident all of his treasured heirlooms are accounted for he looks up and says "What exactly is this 'Harvey' you speak of? i may be able to offer some advice, as i have some experience with beings of an extraplanar nature."

Role Card
Alignement: 1d9 ⇒ 4
Suit: Wisdom
"the queen mother is wisdom personified, as a role card, it can either be a symbol of your own wisdom, or perhaps a sign you need to pay due respect to someone wiser than yourself."

the cards proceed to fly out of his hands before he can do the spread.

A Mysterious Soothsayer wrote:

"I am indeed a harrower." Garridan replies "What do you wish to ask the cards?" i will post the details of the harrowing here so i don't clutter this thread up with 19 dice rolls + interpretation.

Kepli thinks for a moment. As he does, a hole opens in his belt pouch and several dozens silver and copper coins stream out and onto the floor. Most of the coins roll underneath the bookshelves, and will be nearly impossible to retrieve.

Kepli nods once. "Right, then. My question is: What did I do to so anger the Gray Lady?"

He points at the harrow deck. "Remember to keep both eyes and a tight grip on those cards. That deck won't do you much good if half the cards end up under the bookcases with the contents of my purse."

"Well, i don't exactly have two eyes to keep on the cards, but i'll do my best." says Garridan, gesturing to the eyepatch he wears.

A Mysterious Soothsayer wrote:

A short human man looks up from a text he was researching and says, his one visible eye seems to lock on to Kepli and he says, in a voice much deeper than you'd expect from a man of his stature, "ah, a newcomer." he gets up from his seat and offers to shake Kepli's hand "Name's Garridan. you seem rather lost, perhaps my talents in fortune telling will be of help to you?" (Bluff = 24 for Kepli) ** spoiler omitted **

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 2

"Lost? I wouldn't say that, I'm just..." he pauses for a beat, "... sure, why not."

He pulls out a chair across the table from Garridan and sits down. "Um, you don't use harrow cards for your fortune-telling, do you? Because if you do, let me suggest that you keep a close eye on them when you shuffle, and hold them very tightly as you deal them out. I've had some very odd results from harrow readings in the past."

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Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

this thread is mostly just here to avoid cluttering up other threads with Harrow-related dice rolls (Harrowings and the Harrowed feat)

Harrowed Feat Card 2/1/2016
Suit: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Alignment: 1d9 ⇒ 9
Today's Card: The Snakebite

Suits:
1: Strength
2: Dexterity
3: Constitution
4: Intelligence
5: Wisdom
6: Charisma

Alignments:
1: LG
2: NG
3: CG
4: LN
5: N
6: CN
7: LE
8: NE
9: CE

A short human man looks up from a text he was researching and says, his one visible eye seems to lock on to Kepli and he says, in a voice much deeper than you'd expect from a man of his stature, "ah, a newcomer." he gets up from his seat and offers to shake Kepli's hand "Name's Garridan. you seem rather lost, perhaps my talents in fortune telling will be of help to you?" Bluff: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22