RP Dunia Seminari Irieth

academy
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obsession
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slow-burn

Sehelai benang hawar mengoyakkan dataran masuk pada hari tahun pengajian seminari tersembunyi itu bermula, dan tiada sesiapa di luar cincin senja akan tahu ia pernah berlaku. Isytiharkan sebuah dewan, ambil satu jawatan pengajar, atau terhanyut ke laluan Simpul — kalendar tetap menuju Simpul Tahun juga.

Sapaan pertama

Cincin senja itu bertahan. Jauh di luar bukit, jalan lembah itu hanya menampakkan cerun kosong kepada sesiapa yang tidak dijangka, dan tiada sesiapa akan datang.

Di dalamnya, dataran kemasukan Irieth ialah empat puluh lebih kerongkong baharu yang bernafas serentak. Panji Simpul, Susut dan Ikrar tergantung sepanjang kloister. Seorang pengawas masih membacakan nama dari senarai. Tujuh orang daripada kumpulan Brannith berdiri terasing dalam kot perjalanan, dan merekalah satu-satunya yang sudah menunduk memandang — kerana satu jalur benang hitam telah timbul menerusi celah lantai batu seperti air menemui retakan, tiga langkah dari kasut kau.

Seseorang mencapai pergelangan tangan kau tanpa meminta izin.

Rowan Iskra: "Jangan lari dan jangan tarik. Pandang aku, dan letakkan tangan kiri kau rata pada batu itu — aku perlukan satu lagi tubuh pada simpul ini sebelum ia sampai ke perigi, dan sekarang ini kaulah benda paling hampir dengan itu yang aku ada."

Genggaman mereka tidak mengendur. Di belakang mereka, jalur itu melebar selebar jari, dan pembacaan nama terhenti di tengah-tengah satu nama.

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Tentang

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.