Ye Olde Hangover Table
TableHis Majesty the Worm · p.157
Open source p.157Drawtarot — trumps (I–XXI)
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Ye Olde Hangover Table
draw a card · HMTW — Meatgrinder · GM’s trumps · I–XXI, no Fool · 21 cards
Draw a trump after carousing; brackets [ ] refer to the top card of the minor arcana discard pile.
| Card | Result |
|---|---|
| I | You awaken with a headache and [value] new gold coins in your pocket. |
| II | You awaken in the stocks, having been left there to sober up. A little bruised, but no worse for wear. Your guild has a chance to make fun of you and throw tomatoes before you’re let out. |
| III | A cowbell has been hung around your neck by a steel chain. The chain is too small to remove over your head, and you don’t have the key to the lock. You clang while you walk until you solve this problem. |
| IV | You awaken with a marriage ring on your finger, but no memory of who you married. |
| V | You awaken in a strange room, heavy pounding on the door. The people on the other side are very angrily demanding their money back. |
| VI | You awaken with a marriage ring on a finger. The finger isn’t yours. |
| VII | You awaken next to a [even] High Priest / [odd] High Priestess. They thank you for helping them break their vows, and showing them what it means to be happy. |
| VIII | You are thrown through the window of your usual watering hole. “And stay out!” the proprietor adds. You are banned from your favorite tavern. |
| IX | You awaken with a new tattoo. • The tattoo is on your: [Swords] arm | [Pentacles]] leg | [Cups] backside | [Wands]] face. • It is: [1–2] horribly offensive | [3–8] cringe and misspelled | [9–King] pretty sweet. |
| X | You awaken in an alley. Hobos around you seem to be wearing your clothes and armor. But you’re wearing theirs, so… even trade? |
| XI | A letter is delivered to your room. It’s from a local aristocrat and they have accepted your invitation to a duel. The duel is in [value] days. |
| XII | You awaken in the muck of a cistern wearing only your smallclothes. All the other items you had on you are missing as well. |
| XIII | You don’t remember exactly what you did, but by the wanted posters lining the streets you can guess it wasn’t good. • [Swords] armed robbery | [Pentacles]] attempted pick pocketing | [Cups] lewd acts | [Wands]] consorting with dark entities |
| XIV | You find an invoice in your pouch: “Sold: One (1) soul for one (1) beer.” Your signature and an infernal symbol seal the contract. |
| XV | You awaken to the sounds of sobbing. There seems to be a nobleman hogtied and gagged on your floor. How strange. |
| XVI | Why are you naked and wearing a fake bull’s head? Why does this shop have nothing but broken plates and smashed glass? Why are the shopkeeper and constables so angry and yelling? |
| XVII | Luckily, it only burns when you pass water. |
| XVIII | You back your way out of a blackout wrapped in a warm snuggly robe standing in a candle lit room. It’s nice. “The dark pact is complete,” a deep baritone voice says, “Go forth, my brothers, and see that our lord’s will be done.” ... Wait, what? |
| XIX | Where the hells is your hand? Why can you feel it crawling? |
| XX | You remember agreeing to a dare. It had something to do with a candle and flatulence. • You find that: [Swords] a district is burnt down | [Pentacles]] two districts are burnt down | [Cups] three districts are burnt down | [Wands]] as Cups, but a fire spirit is still roaming the City, and the sorcerers are pissed. |
| XXI | Did you always have those circular puncture marks on your neck? I’m sure it’ll be fi iine. |