I met Seymour the Young Magician in school when I was nine. In the college of most holy saint silly of the blessed boredom he was my partner and best friend and not much of a magician then. I do not think we were different from any other messed up sons of servants of the empire. Not much. We were bullied and bullied back. We played soldiers and explorers and tried to learn Latin and French because that was what young gentlemen were supposed to learn. We buggered and got buggered. Because that was what young gentlemen were supposed to.
My family was in shipping, his in mining. We both had older more useful brothers to take care of the family affairs. Perhaps that explains why we both started looking for other things in life.
Written by Anders Fager
Music by Atrium Carceri
Tarot card art by Axel Torvenius
Taroticum is an adventure for KULT: Divinity Lost by Helmgast AB