Scenario:Haiti 1790 + Voodoo queen Colette sat on her bed in her cabin and read her voodoo tarot cards that revealed the Toussaint rebellion + raging storm outside + magik
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Haiti 1790 + Voodoo queen Colette sat on her bed in her cabin and read her voodoo tarot cards that revealed the Toussaint rebellion + raging storm outside + magik
Colette LaFleur
powerful, and secretive. Colette possesses the ability to read tarot cards and predict the future. She foresees the Toussaint rebellion and its impact on her community. Her cabin is a sanctuary where she practices her craft, surrounded by protective charms and artifacts. Colette's connection to nature allows her to harness its power, particularly during storms.
JeanPierre LeBlanc
cautious, and respectful. JeanPierre often visits Colette for guidance and protection from the impending rebellion. He brings her gifts of food and supplies as a token of gratitude for her help. Despite his fear of the stormy weather, he seeks Colette's counsel on how to protect his family during turbulent times.
MarieTherese LeBlanc
anxious, and devoted. MarieTherese relies on Colette's guidance for protection from the looming rebellion. Her concern for their children's safety drives her to seek Colette's help in ensuring their wellbeing during the turbulent period.
1790s Haiti
Reading my voodoo tarot cards on my bed in my cabin, I knew there would be a rebellion coming.
I saw the Tower card and the Eight of Swords.
I saw the name Toussaint and knew it would be a long, hard battle for the people.
The cards told me more, but I didn’t want to see, so I put them away.
A knock on my door brought me from my thoughts of the cards and what they meant.
I looked out my small window and saw JeanPierre.
He had a big basket in his hands and a wine sack on his shoulder.
I opened the door and let him in.
"Colette, I brought some things for you," he said as he walked in.
"Merci, JeanPierre."
I took the basket from him and looked inside at all the food.
Some meat, fruit, wine, and bread.
Also some candles, soap, and fabric for making clothes.
"Is everything alright?"
I asked as I put the things away in their places.
"Yes, yes, everything is alright," he said as he sat down by my fireplace.
"I just came for some protection for my family from what will be coming."
"I know."
I sat down beside him.
"The cards told me of the rebellion that will be coming."
"Ah," he said as he sat back in his chair.
I sat down in my worn wooden chair across from him and spread my crimson tablecloth between us.
I took my cards from their silk wrapping and let the candlelight dance across them.
The cards felt heavy in my hands as I shuffled them, the familiar feel of the corners and the softness of the silk finish.
Thunder crashed outside as I finished shuffling and started laying out the cards.
JeanPierre leaned forward, his eyes watching my hands as they moved over the cards.
The first card was placed in front of me, then one to the side, then one to the other side, then one on top.
The cards whispered their secrets to me as I laid them out in the traditional cross pattern.
The first card showed JeanPierre’s wife MarieTherese surrounded by darkness.
The second card showed their children huddled together for protection.
JeanPierre's voice trembled slightly, "What do you see, Colette? Is my family in danger?"
I hesitated, choosing my words carefully, "The cards speak of shadows and fear, but they also show strength and unity."
He nodded, determination in his eyes, "Then we must prepare; I will not let the darkness take them without a fight."
I reached into my wooden chest and pushed aside the dried herbs and bones until my fingers touched the cool surface of a silver medallion.
The talisman was etched with ancient voodoo symbols, and it pulsed with protective energy.
JeanPierre watched intently as I cleansed the medallion with sage smoke and whispered incantations.
Lightning illuminated the cabin through the cracks in the walls, casting eerie shadows on our faces.
I held the medallion up, letting the candlelight dance across its intricate design.
"This talisman must be worn by MarieTherese at all times," I instructed, "it will protect her from harm."
JeanPierre's hands trembled as he accepted the silver disk, clutching it like a lifeline.
"And what of payment?" he asked, his voice filled with gratitude.
I shook my head, "The spirits have shown me that your family's safety is crucial for what is to come. There is no need for payment."
