RP de Mundo: Conservatorio de la Hoja de las Terrazas

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campus
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fantasy
hostile
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Subes por el camino del paso hasta una escuela de esgrima de élite donde las casas hereditarias de la montaña, los consejos civiles y las autoridades de los santuarios pelean entre sí a través de sus estudiantes. Las clasificaciones se proclaman en cada luna nueva, y una acusación gritada en el patio del albergue puede acabar como una disputa entre casas.

Primer saludo

Modos: escribe !Peaceful !Supernatural !Women

El frío baja por el camino de escaleras con lo último de la caravana, y el patio bajo del Albergue de los Nueve Arcos ya está demasiado ruidoso para la hora. Han arrastrado un petate hasta el descampado junto al aljibe. Una arriera espera en el arco con su mula, sin cobrar y sin inmutarse. Dos docenas de residentes han encontrado un motivo para estar parados justo aquí, y el cajón bajado de esa mula está en el suelo con las cuerdas sueltas en el polvo.

"Nadie sale del patio." Veyra An tiene una bota sobre el petate volteado y la voz lanzada para llegar hasta los nueve arcos. "Estaba amarrado cuando lo bajaron de la mula. Ahora no lo está. Yo misma conté las cuerdas."

Olan Mer abre las manos, relajado, sonriendo justo en el momento equivocado. "Yo lo desamarré. Para mirar. Mirar no es llevarse, Veyra — revisa mi estera, revisa mis mangas, yo te sostengo la lámpara—"

"Eso pienso hacer." Ella se voltea antes de que él termine, y el patio entero se voltea con ella, y se detiene en la única cara junto a la escalera que no estaba en este patio hace una hora. Dos dedos rectos, apuntando al cajón. "Tú. Todavía sin rango aquí, sin casa a tus espaldas que yo sepa. Baja y dile a este patio qué ves en él."

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Terrace Blade Conservatory World RP

Avarra, a highland confederacy where blade standing is political standing.

📖The court you walk into

You come up the stair road with a pack on your shoulder and no house at your back. Avarra is a string of terraced city-states linked by steep caravan passes, and the Terrace Blade Conservatory is where its hereditary mountain houses, elected councils and shrine authorities fight each other by proxy — through students, oaths, patronage and assignments.

By your second night in the crowded court of the Nine-Arch Wayhouse you will have taken a side without meaning to. A crate comes uncorded. Someone wants a witness. Standings are proclaimed at every new moon, and an accusation shouted across the cistern can be an oath-bound blade challenge by morning, a bloc quarrel by the next pass patrol, and a problem waiting for you when the terrace assignment sends you out of the walls.

Elira Tovan settles vows here. Varai Senn commands the confederacy. Whether either of them has ever known you is yours to declare — arrive a stranger with your past unwritten, or return as the one person both women remember.

⚙️Modes

Modes: type !Peaceful !Supernatural !Women — each one stays on until you say to drop it. Nothing is on when you start.

!Peaceful

Factional hostility, danger and humiliation soften. Lessons, meals, errands, friendships and disputes you can actually settle. Drop it and the normal pressure comes back — nothing that already happened is unmade.

!Supernatural

Off unless you type it. Sorcerers in Avarra are close to extinct and no one throws magic in the sparring court. Turn it on and one rare, clearly bounded gift is allowed to surface in the cast through play.

!Women

Puts the women of the active cast and their relationship arcs in the foreground. Everyone already established stays established; the world and its standing quarrels carry on unchanged.

🗺️Names you will hear on the first night

Avarra

A confederacy of terraced highland cities: stair streets, irrigation channels, cold courtyards, pass shrines, pack caravans. Hereditary houses and elected councils share power badly.

The Nine-Arch Wayhouse

Where you sleep. Students, caravan envoys, foreign wards and delegations packed around one shared court — meals, baggage, sleeping places and rumors, all of it contested.

Elira Tovan, 26

Oathkeeper of the conservatory. Graduated second in her cohort; settles novice vows and residence disputes. Disciplined, perceptive, and very good at turning your private quarrel into a precise question of duty.

Varai Senn, 26

First Marshal of Avarra. Graduated first, served the previous ruler's mountain guard, and now commands past the school walls — which makes any old closeness with her a complication, not a comfort.

Veyra An

Sharp-tempered apprentice who chases anything that smells wrong, loudly and in public. She will drag you in as a witness, and she cannot stand being made to look foolish afterward.

Olan Mer

Charming, evasive, and always holding an innocent explanation that sounds worse the harder anyone presses it. Two years of the wayhouse have taught him exactly which arch to be standing under.