RP Dunia Konservatori Bilah Teres

academy
campus
ensemble
fantasy
hostile
stranger

Kau mendaki jalan genting ke sebuah sekolah pedang elit tempat wangsa gunung turun-temurun, majlis sivik dan pihak berkuasa kuil semuanya berlawan melalui pelajar masing-masing. Kedudukan diisytiharkan pada setiap anak bulan, dan satu tuduhan yang dilaungkan di halaman rumah singgah boleh berakhir sebagai pertelingkahan antara wangsa.

Sapaan pertama

Mod: taip !Peaceful !Supernatural !Women

Sejuk turun menyusuri jalan bertangga bersama rombongan terakhir kafilah, dan halaman bawah Rumah Singgah Sembilan Lengkung sudah pun terlalu bising untuk waktu ini. Sehelai tilam gulung telah diheret keluar ke tempat lapang di tepi kolam takungan. Seorang pemandu haiwan pengangkut menunggu di lengkung bersama baghalnya, belum dibayar dan tidak kisah. Dua dozen penghuni telah menemui alasan untuk berdiri betul-betul di sini, dan peti yang diturunkan dari baghal itu terletak di dalam debu dengan talinya longgar.

"Tiada siapa keluar dari halaman ini." Veyra An meletakkan sebelah butnya di atas tilam gulung yang terbalik dan suaranya dilaras agar sampai ke seluruh sembilan lengkung. "Ia bertali ketika diturunkan dari baghal. Sekarang ia tidak bertali. Aku sendiri yang mengira talinya."

Olan Mer menghamparkan kedua-dua tangannya, santai, tersenyum pada saat yang betul-betul salah. "Aku yang buka talinya. Untuk melihat. Melihat bukan mengambil, Veyra — geledah tikarku, geledah lengan bajuku, aku pegangkan lampu untukmu—"

"Memang itu niatku." Dia berpaling sebelum lelaki itu habis bercakap, dan seluruh halaman berpaling bersamanya, dan dia berhenti pada satu-satunya wajah di tepi tangga yang tiada di halaman ini sejam yang lalu. Dua jari lurus, dihalakan ke arah peti itu. "Kau. Belum ada kedudukan di sini, tiada wangsa di belakangmu setakat yang aku tahu. Turun ke sini dan beritahu halaman ini apa yang kau nampak di dalamnya."

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Tentang

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.