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Liz stands bright and gleaming as if she is metal, a blindfold covering her eyes, and her face obscured by the flaming sword she holds in one hand, and scales held in the other. She wears the robes of a judge, colored like the night. She doesn't smile or speak, and on her brow, even though the sword, you can see the caste mark of the Night. Her surroundings burn somewhat, for even as she is the night, she is also a living flame.<br> | Liz stands bright and gleaming as if she is metal, a blindfold covering her eyes, and her face obscured by the flaming sword she holds in one hand, and scales held in the other. She wears the robes of a judge, colored like the night. She doesn't smile or speak, and on her brow, even though the sword, you can see the caste mark of the Night. Her surroundings burn somewhat, for even as she is the night, she is also a living flame.<br> | ||
| β | [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hanged_Man_(Tarot_card) '''12: The Hanged Man'''] - Gabe | + | [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hanged_Man_(Tarot_card) '''12: The Hanged Man'''] - Gabe |
The picture is obviously upside-down, so the glowing Solar's head is at the bottom of the card. Gabe is lying on the floor of a library, his legs crossed as to look like the number four, a book covered with runes on his chest. There is a content smile on his lips, as if he finally has understood a mystery and can give into a well-deserved sleep. He looks dead, but it's obvious if one waits, he'll rise up again. | The picture is obviously upside-down, so the glowing Solar's head is at the bottom of the card. Gabe is lying on the floor of a library, his legs crossed as to look like the number four, a book covered with runes on his chest. There is a content smile on his lips, as if he finally has understood a mystery and can give into a well-deserved sleep. He looks dead, but it's obvious if one waits, he'll rise up again. | ||
