Red Moon Roleplaying

In the realm of the all-embracing empire of Queen Vicky the star is a naked woman signifying hope and purity. In the tarot that Seymour desires it is Golab the master of torture, whom he claims to be a woman. “Because women are more cruel, don’t you think?” He sneers at Elsa. Of course. That is why we don’t meet that often anymore. All the magic in the world aside, he is becoming more and more of a jealous asshole. He cannot get between me and Elsa...

In the realm of the all-embracing empire of Queen Vicky the star is a naked woman signifying hope and purity. In the tarot that Seymour desires it is Golab the master of torture, whom he claims to be a woman. “Because women are more cruel, don’t you think?” He sneers at Elsa. Of course. That is why we don’t meet that often anymore. All the magic in the world aside, he is becoming more and more of a jealous asshole. He cannot get between me and Elsa...

In the realm of the all-embracing empire of Queen Vicky the star is a naked woman signifying hope and purity. In the tarot that Seymour desires it is Golab the master of torture, whom he claims to be a woman. “Because women are more cruel, don’t you think?” He sneers at Elsa. Of course. That is why we don’t meet that often anymore. All the magic in the world aside, he is becoming more and more of a jealous asshole. He cannot get between me and Elsa...

Seymour is gone. The stupid bugger is gone. He and part of his prison fell down into some hellhole in Inferno. I’ve not gone there to examine things. But I can say “what did I tell you” for the rest of my unnatural life. Elsa is gone too. At least in spirit. She has gone to the seaside “for her lungs” to wither away in some endless afternoon. But I have my new friends. I have rebelled against rebellion. I have my new friends. My new religion. I never understood just how it started...

The queen of the world has died. “Death”, Seymour once said flashing one of his beloved tarot cards. “The card means permanent change. Like death.” “So, we still believe death is the end?” “Or at least permanent change.” “Or just a beginning.” I wish I could say this had any bearing on Victoria. Did she die? I do think so? Definitely. But do those high and mighty die like normal people? Doubtfully...

I saw an aero plane today. Amazing. Elsa did not see it. She has left again. Spinster by the sea time-again. I doubt she will come back much better. Half senile and there will soon be tea. Forever. She is dependent on me to live but her mind is too far gone. She is wearing out, but being next to me keeps her body reasonably in shape. Without me she will fade away. Perhaps I need to take command. To press on to victory. To be the strict and unforgiving judge and jury...

Our friends are dead. All of my silly young entourage has been shot to shreds. Leaving me to cope with the morons I’ve braved for half a century already. Donovan, the Hyatt Brothers, the Corpse Queens and the Darmstadt sisters. Nice people in many ways, but why did the nice young ones have to go? The only one I know of the old ones that tried hard to be killed was Laura Stanley. The old hag. I almost admire her. Playing a bloodsucking Florence Nightingale at 50 going on 1000...

“Take responsibility.” So, the card of justice says. Yet it is Tiphareth’s card. Tiphanny the Slum Rat’s mistress. The mistress of chaos. The insane spider in the center of the web. Like the other angels she does not like my kind. Wonder what she would say if I took her servant Tiphanny as my mistress. Or the other way around. I saw her a couple of years ago. Tiphanny the Rat. She has not aged much...

I hate things without Elsa. I hate this loss of energy. I wish I could be outside. I would like to sit about and be useless like the Bloomsbury people. Walk around in parks and do arts and crafts and talk about revolutions other people will carry out. The empire will fall apart. I can see it in the cards, though few believe me yet. And I must decide where to stay. Where to reside more or less permanently. I cannot move about anymore. My present condition makes travel too dangerous...

And they all came down. In a matter of a year or two. I cannot believe how much has happened the last few years. You can say a lot of things about world wars, but things do change fast. There had been so much change in the air. So many people believed in the men in black. Hod's men. The voice of law and order. And now they are losing, the Italian one being killed by some commoners and hung up like a piece of meat. Soon there will be only Binah’s thugs left...