Anna Anthropy

A figure stands in an ancient ruin, bare feet on crumbling stone. Her gown far too fine, her sword much too dark. She can not put down the sword until she finds where it came from. So she has come.

The Empress does not shoulder her duties alone. She has advisers, generals, spies, poison tasters, lovers. But she has no one so important as you. For you are all these things, and more. You are her Seer.

Another profitable day of fortune-telling. Truthfully, there isn’t a thimble’s worth of magic in your entire body. The cards, though–those are for real. They never lie...