You don’t interrupt a SEER when they’re talking. They may talk for minutes or hours or terrible, terrible years, but you must not shimmy, shift, or breathe. You must inhale prophecy, exhale truth. You must moisten their throat with some lemon water, bug’s breath, slime from the spine of a toad.
A SEER knows both the things you want and want to avoid. They’re sensible enough to charge a premium to not involve the latter.

You don’t interrupt a **SEER** when they’re talking. They may talk for minutes or hours or terrible, terrible years, but you must not shimmy, shift, or breathe. You must inhale prophecy, exhale truth. You must moisten their throat with some lemon water, bug’s breath, slime from the spine of a toad.


A **SEER** knows both the things you want and want to avoid. They’re sensible enough to charge a premium to not involve the latter.


SEER

i am an inhaler of prophecy, exhaler of truth—a SEER 🔮
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a WITCH is not born, they are forged. what shape will you take?

Which WITCH archetype of power are you?

An **ENCHANTRESS** is a being of glamour. Your hand may pass through the waves of their hair, the weight of their cloak, the wonders of their lips. They are simultaneously here, there, anywhere with power to grasp and feeble minds to conquer. You must move out of an **ENCHANTRESS**’s way when they walk. You see reality shimmer in and out of being with each click of their heel. They cast you into love so deep with a wave of their arm you do not care they have demolished your city to clear the western view from their tower.


An **ENCHANTRESS** beguiles your paramour, charms your enemy, councils your king. When they wink and their mask slips to reveal the hungry grin beneath, you must have the sense to take it to your grave.


ENCHANTRESS

i am a being of glamour—an ENCHANTRESS 💎
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When you cross an **OCCULTIST**, you must grip tight to your soul. They are flame dancers, altar tenders, arbiters of demon deals. They hunt in packs, howl like beasts, wander the darkest depths of the forest with eyes that blaze with frenzy you cannot tame. They speak in hidden tongues, serve weird and terrible masters. Never share your name. Never share your destination. Never back out of a deal, once decided.


If you betray an **OCCULTIST**, you are already dead. Whether in this lifetime or the next, you will not wake in your bed. Pray to whatever god you worship. Hope they can hear.


OCCULTIST

i am a flame dancer, altar tender, arbiter of demon deals—an OCCULTIST 🕷
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You approach a **MAGE** when questions are more important than answers. When you have opened your mind to the arcane, when you see magic as something to be deconstructed, analyzed and understood. A **MAGE** is a master of order, of examination. They pick the world apart molecule by molecule, hair by hair. **MAGES** calculate consequence. They calculate the weight of things. They calculate how fast they can break you to pieces and put you back together.


When you gift a **MAGE** a query, you must be prepared to accept their response in all of its great and terrible density. You must bear the weight of their will, the stasis of their study. What is built from layers of parchment, texts, and sigils holds the wisdom of the world.


MAGE

i am a master of order, of examination, who picks the world apart molecule by molecule, hair by hair—a MAGE 📚
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If you ask a **NECROMANCER** a favor, they will grant it only once. You must meet them in a moon-soaked cemetery, a field of cypress, your own parlor beneath a veil of organza and elderflower leaves. You must watch as herbs are ground and combined, must turn away as the potion, once gargled, lends their voice to the muted tones of your father, your daughter, your love made wretched by time or drought or disease.


A **NECROMANCER** walks where other **WITCHES** cannot. They wet the hem of their cloak on the frigid waters of death. You must show respect to their austerity. You must give what they are owed. You must hope that the **NECROMANCER** who comes across your spirit would rather be your guide than your master.


NECROMANCER

i am a veil-crosser, my cloak wet with the frigid waters of death—a NECROMANCER. 🪦
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**HAGS** can only be stumbled upon. They exist at the fringes of things — tucked into tree knots, hollow logs, or mushroom rings. You find a **HAG** by following a trail of crumbs, the whistled notes of a working song, the smell of berries sweetening to jam. You must always ask permission to enter their cottage. You must turn away forever if denied.


In a **HAG**’s company you will eat well from the earth. You will find firelight to warm you and thread to mend your clothes. You must gift something of value for all that you receive. A **HAG** will claim a memory, a well-loved sock, a chapter of your favorite book. Do not overstay your welcome lest you give more than you can lose.


i am a creature found at the fringes of things; tucked into tree knots, hollow logs, or mushroom rings—a HAG 🍄
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