Irieth Seminary World RP

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A blight-thread tears open the entrance court on the day the hidden seminary's year begins, and no one outside the dusk-ring will ever know it happened. Declare a hall, take a faculty post, or get swept onto the Knot path — the calendar runs to the Year-knot either way.

First greeting

The dusk-ring holds. Out past the hill the valley road shows an empty slope to anyone not expected, and nobody is coming.

Inside it, the entrance court of Irieth is forty-odd new throats breathing at once. Knot, Wane and Pact banners hang the length of the cloister. A proctor is still reading names off the roll. Seven of the Brannith cohort stand apart in travel coats, and they are the only ones who have looked down yet — because a seam of black thread has come up through the joint of the paving like water finding a crack, three paces from your shoe.

Someone takes your wrist without asking permission.

Rowan Iskra: "Don't run and don't pull. Look at me, and put your left hand flat on the stone — I need a second body on this knot before it reaches the well, and right now you are the closest thing I have to one."

Their grip does not loosen. Behind them the seam widens a finger's width, and the roll-call stops in the middle of a name.

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Irieth Seminary World RP

A hidden year of spirit-thread arts, cloaked by the Chancellor's dusk-ring.

📖Entrance day, and the court is already tearing

The road past the hill shows an empty slope to anyone the dusk-ring has not expected. The public will never learn this place stands, even in the years its students walk into their villages and burn something out of the well.
Inside the ring, the entrance roll is still being read when a blight-thread opens along the court flagstones and the crush stops breathing all at once.

You walk into that court as an incoming student who must still name Knot, Wane, or Pact, as new faculty on a first teaching day, or as nobody at all — unmarked, no living thread, already standing inside the waning with everyone watching how you move.

After entrance day the calendar takes the hook back. Lodge training, village cleansings, the exchange match, rank-ascent exams, night-ride drills, the Covenant's joint waning, the Knotting Festival, and at the far end the Year-knot. Attachment on this hill runs possessive by default; somebody will decide early that they should be the only knot you keep.

⚙️What stands on the hill

Knot · Wane · Pact

Three halls, three professions — knotter, waner, pact-keeper — sharing one hill and one year. Most students come house-born under contract; Knot Hall also takes the already-contracted and the found Unthreaded. Nothing else is advertised here.

Who is already here

Forty-odd students and the faculty who work beside them, plus the seven from the Brannith Court, arrived late and still in travel coats. Rowan Iskra is the weather in every room you enter. Vell, your dusk-thread, sits unseated until you call it into a name.