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Posted: Sat, 18/01/2025 23:28 (17 Days ago)
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Genres | High Fantasy // Adventure // Drama // Mystery
Themes | Balance & Unity // Legacy & Redemption // Identity & Choice // Power & Responsibility
Literacy | Semi-Lit (probably; can be flexible)
INTRODUCTION
In the aftermath of the Shattering, the world of the fae has undergone a profound transformation, irrevocably altering the fabric of their existence. The once-vibrant Cradle of Balance now lies in ruins, its majestic landscapes shattered and its enchanting structures reduced to mere echoes of their former glory. This cataclysmic event marks not just a death, but the closing of a chapter steeped in history and camaraderie, signaling the end of an era that will be long remembered.
Yet, from the ashes of this broken realm emerges a flicker of hope—a renaissance of sorts. The Dawnlight Court rises from the remnants of the old capital, a testament to resilience and renewal. Its ethereal beauty embodies a delicate yet potent reminder that even in destruction, equilibrium can be sought. This new court stands as a sanctuary where the light of possibility shines, illuminating the path ahead for those willing to embrace change.
As the Dawn Age unfolds, the fae populace grapples with the intricate dynamics of a world in constant flux. The deeply entrenched chasm between the Seelie and Unseelie Courts remains far from mended, yet the Dawnlight Court emerges as an unexpected refuge. Here, amidst the vibrant hues of blooming flora and the gentle whisper of the wind, both factions are given an unparalleled opportunity to converge. It is within this fragile space that efforts toward unity blossom, highlighted by the much-anticipated Festival of Unity—a celebration that beckons the fae to set aside their differences and embrace the hope of reconciliation in a fractured world.
The Dawnlight Court thrums with a vibrant pulse as the Festival of Unity reaches its breathtaking zenith. An enchanting glow fills the air, merging warm golden sunlight with the delicate, ethereal hues of twilight, embodying the serene balance between light and shadow. The grand courtyard, once an expanse of ruin, now flourishes with life, suffused with the rich aromas of sweet incense, wafting gently through the crowd, mingling with the soft whispers of ceremonial robes as they glide gracefully over the polished surface.
Statues of long-remembered fae leaders, both Seelie and Unseelie, rise majestically around the perimeter—each finely carved detail capturing their history and wisdom. These stone guardians stand sentinel, their gazes unwavering as they oversee the sacred proceedings as if ensuring that peace reigns in this moment of celebration.
At the heart of the plaza, a colossal ceremonial cauldron commands attention, its surface an intricate tapestry of glowing patterns that pulse rhythmically with the dimming light. This revered vessel is destined to cradle the native blossoms of the courts, each bloom a testament to the delicate balance of fragility and resilience that sustains their world. Encircling the cauldron, the esteemed Eclipse Council—a gathering of dignitaries draped in regal fabrics of shimmering silver, radiant gold, and deep violet—commands respect and reverence. Their attire glimmers under the twilight, reflecting their authority as they guide the unfolding ceremony with practised grace and solemnity.
At the edges of this vibrant gathering, the Watchers of the Veil stand in measured vigilance, clad in understated fabrics of muted tones that contrast with the vivid colour of the festival. Their presence symbolizes an unwavering commitment to neutrality as they observe the assembled factions, ensuring harmony prevails in this sacred celebration of unity.
The crowd—a vibrant tapestry of guests from both the Seelie and Unseelie Courts—convenes in tight-knit clusters, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns hung overhead. Some engage in animated conversations with familiar faces, their laughter punctuating the air, while others linger in the shadows, eyes scanning the scene with a watchful demeanour. An underlying tension pulses through the gathering, a palpable unease that crackles just beneath the surface as age-old rivalries resurface in hushed whispers.
The Seelie representatives, radiant as the dawn, exude an ethereal grace, their garments shimmering like sunlight on water. They stand in stark contrast to the darker, more brooding figures of the Unseelie, who seem to embody the very essence of twilight with their sombre attire and piercing gazes. Yet, at this moment, necessity binds them—unwilling partners in a delicate dance of diplomacy, if only for the sake of the ceremony that has brought them together.
As the evening unfolds, a circle of dancers captures the crowd’s attention, each clad in shimmering garments that flicker like stars caught in a gentle breeze. Their movements are fluid and harmonious, weaving a mesmerizing tapestry as they perform the Prophetic Dance. Each step is imbued with purpose, evoking the serene transition from day to night. The dancers ebb and flow, their forms blurring the lines between light and shadow, a vivid portrayal of the fragile balance represented by the blooming flowers adorning the courtyard. Their artistry captivates, drawing the audience into a realm where harmony and discord intertwine, reflecting the complex relationship between the courts themselves.
At the front of the cauldron, one by one, the residents of the courts advance with a blend of reverence and trepidation. In their hands, they clutch delicate buds, each bloom, a vivid splash of colour against the gathering dusk. Approaching the cauldron, they deliberately tread, their movements reflecting an unspoken understanding of the significance of this moment. Some participants place their flowers in the bubbling mixture with solemn grace, their faces etched with the weight of memories; others linger hesitantly, their hearts heavy with uncertainty about whether this gesture can indeed mend the fragile tapestry of their past.
As each offer is placed, the cauldron responds in kind, its light swelling and transforming into a radiant, ethereal glow that envelops the crowd, casting flickering shadows that dance across their faces. It’s a mesmerizing spectacle, a shared experience that connects them all, even if briefly.
However, the moment is interrupted as a shift ripples through the gathering. A figure strides forward, unmistakably a member of the Unseelie Court, their silhouette striking against the soft radiance of the cauldron. They grip their offering with fierce determination, knuckles white under the strain. The air around them thickens with palpable tension as if the very fabric of the Festival’s ideals hangs in the balance. With a gaze fierce and unyielding, they lock eyes with the cauldron, daring any challenger to contest their resolve.
As the individual approaches, a tremor runs through their hand, a brief crack in their defiant facade. Just as they are poised to deposit the flower into the cauldron, a commanding voice breaks the charged silence—one belonging to a high-ranking Lord of the Eclipse Council. The sharpness of their tone slices through the murmurings of the crowd, demanding complete attention. In that instant, the air is heavy with anticipation, each person holding their breath, caught at the precipice of an uncertain future.
“Stop! This festival cannot proceed—the Gilded Accord has been stolen.”
Huge WIP - no story planned atm // Interest-checking only
No confirmed date for sign-ups
Hefty world-building doc lives here
If anyone would like to have input on the plot or pre-build characters, I can create a GC on Discord (lmk <3)
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