Imperial Tarot

The Emperor’s Tarot (aka Imperial Tarot) is a pack of seventy-eight psychoactive liquid-crystal wafers that are believed to be linked to the thoughts of the Emperor. The Tarot, commonly believed to have been designed by the Emperor himself, is used throughout the Imperium as a form of divination.


The cards are laid up-side down and then turned. As they are turned they are read and interpreted by the reader. The second and fourth cards drawn are signifiers, bringing clarity to the ones preceding them.

When drawn upside down, the meaning of the card changes dramatically; the complete opposite to the non-inverse version of the card.

Sanctioned Psykers that specialize in the reading of the Emperor’s Tarot are known as Theomancers.

28 cards without a suit, also known as Terra Arcana

High Priest
The God-Emperor
Space Marine
Space hulk
Warped Renegade
Rogue trader
Power sword
Emperor’s Throne
Eye of Horus
Great Host
Shattered World
Galactic Lens
The Great Eye
The Despoiler
Lost Child
Primarch* Added for Ultima Tectum campaign
Man of Iron * Added for Ultima Tectum campaign
Faceless Xenos* Added for Ultima Tectum campaign
Un-awakened Psyker* Added for Ultima Tectum campaign

Five suits with card values from 0 to 9* Added for Ultima Tectum campaign

Known card illustrations

The God-Emperor
A Body, browned with age and blackened in death, sits locked within a great throne of gold, steel and brass. The corpse’s mouth is open, projecting a silent scream that echoes through the unseen layers of the universe. Before the howling cadaver, a legion of angels kneels, crying violet tears.

The Great Eye
An eye. The Eye. A wound in reality, an open scar in space where the bruise-purple and blood-red eye of Chaos leers into the galaxy. The stars die around the Eye: some fading into cold blackness, others bursting in white hot torment. The Eye stares dully, little emotion beyond distant hate. But the nebula flares, tendrils spreading across space. The Eye has opened.

The Despoiler
The galaxy burns. A figure stands in ancient armor, wreathed in a billion screaming souls that encircle him like mist. In it’s right gauntlet, Holy Terra blackens and crumbles. A demigod’s blood drips from the talons. In the dim reaches of the vision, almost an afterthought, a distant howling light fades into darkness and silence. The figure smiles for the first time in ten thousand years.

Source, edited for the Ultima Tectum campaign.