[Freyja of V]

Originally Posted by em_idol_twins

Temperance??

Nope, sorry...it's not a major.

Do you or anyone else, have another guess?
If not, I'll find another visual clue

[SuitofSwords]

Originally Posted by Freyja of V

Nope, sorry...it's not a major.

Do you or anyone else, have another guess?
If not, I'll find another visual clue

I'm going to go out on a wing and guess ten of pentacles?

[Freyja of V]

Originally Posted by SuitofSwords

I'm going to go out on a wing and guess ten of pentacles?

Nope.
Next clue:

[SuitofSwords]

Originally Posted by Freyja of V

Nope.
Next clue:

Mmm nine of cups?

[Freyja of V]

Originally Posted by SuitofSwords

Mmm nine of cups?

Nope...

The first one was a pic of a retreat
It's not a major and,
The second clue is of a man relaxing.

I'll come back with another clue.

[Freyja of V]

Next clue:

[EmpyreanKnight]

Mmmmm all those images suggest rest and relaxation. I was thinking that it might be the 4 of Swords.

[Freyja of V]

Originally Posted by EmpyreanKnight

Mmmmm all those images suggest rest and relaxation. I was thinking that it might be the 4 of Swords.

Ding, ding, ding...we have a winner!

Yes, Empyrean, it is the 4 of Swords for the reasons you wrote as well as:
solitude (along with relaxing) in second clue; recharging your batteries, regeneration in last clue.

Well done & it's nice to see you! The game is yours.

[EmpyreanKnight]

Originally Posted by Freyja of V

Ding, ding, ding...we have a winner!

Yes, Empyrean, it is the 4 of Swords for the reasons you wrote as well as:
solitude (along with relaxing) in second clue; recharging your batteries, regeneration in last clue.

Well done & it's nice to see you! The game is yours.

Thanks Freyja! It definitely is nice to see you again too. You've previously dealt me one-hit KO's (to my infinite sorrow and shame )so I'd try to make it more interesting this time.

[EmpyreanKnight]

Alright, this one only looks difficult and tedious, but you just have to pay attention and figure out what the poem is all about.

Originally Posted by Sibyl of Cumae

A hundred years of the Punic Curse
And Rome will be slave to a hairy man,
A hairy man that is scant of hair,
Every man's woman and each woman's man.
The steed that he rides shall have toes for hooves.
He shall die at the hand of his son, no son,
And not on the field of war.

The hairy one next to enslave the State
Shall be son, no son, of this hairy last.
He shall have hair in a generous mop.
He shall give Rome marble in place of clay
And fetter her fast with unseen chains,
And shall die at the hand of his wife, no wife,
To the gain of his son, no son.

The hairy third to enslave the State
Shall be son, no son, of his hairy last.
He shall be mud well mixed with blood,
A hairy man that is scant of hair.
He shall give Rome victories and defeat
And die to the gain of his son, no son—
A pillow shall be his sword.

The hairy fourth to enslave the State
Shall be son, no son, of his hairy last
A hairy man that is scant of hair,
He shall give Rome poisons and blasphemies
And die from a kick of his aged horse
That carried him as a child.

The hairy fifth to enslave the State,
To enslave the State, though against his will,
Shall be that idiot whom all despised.
He shall have hair in a generous mop.
He shall give Rome water and winter bread,
And die at the hand of his wife, no wife,
To the gain of his son, no son.

The hairy sixth to enslave the State
Shall be son, no son, of this hairy last.
He shall give Rome fiddlers and fear and fire.
His hand shall be red with a parent's blood.
No hairy seventh to him succeeds
And blood shall gush from his tomb.