The consequences of my actions in Morello became increasingly apparent as the kingdom grappled with the aftermath of the hidden cards. Tales of fortune and misfortune spread like wildfire, and the once-stable fabric of Morello's society seemed to unravel before my eight eyes.

A growing faction within the King Commerford’s court seeks to uncover the truth behind the enigmatic cards scattered across the kingdom.

I found myself caught between the desire to revel in the chaos I had unleashed and the responsibility to confront the repercussions of my actions. The web of destinies had grown complex, and I felt a strange sense of kinship with the kingdom I had chosen as my canvas.

As I continued to observe the unfolding drama, I couldn't shake the feeling that the deck itself was watching, its ethereal presence guiding events in ways beyond my comprehension. Morello had become a stage for a cosmic play, and I, a reluctant actor in a drama orchestrated by forces far beyond the mortal coil.

I may need to concoct some deeper lore, or bring back myths that once were dead, in order to conceal my influence. This land has been so quick to turn on it’s indigenous peoples before… perhaps… once more…?