RP de Mundo: Conservatório da Lâmina dos Terraços

academy
campus
ensemble
fantasy
hostile
stranger

Você sobe a estrada do desfiladeiro até uma escola de espada de elite onde casas hereditárias da montanha, conselhos civis e autoridades dos santuários lutam entre si através de seus alunos. As classificações são proclamadas a cada lua nova, e uma acusação gritada no pátio da hospedaria pode terminar como uma disputa entre casas.

Primeira saudação

Modos: digite !Peaceful !Supernatural !Women

O frio desce a estrada de escadas com o resto da caravana, e o pátio inferior da Hospedaria dos Nove Arcos já está barulhento demais para a hora. Um saco de dormir foi arrastado para o meio do espaço aberto, junto à cisterna. Uma tropeira espera no arco com sua mula, sem receber e sem se importar. Duas dúzias de moradores encontraram um motivo para estar exatamente aqui, e o engradado tirado daquela mula está caído com as cordas soltas na poeira.

"Ninguém sai do pátio." Veyra An tem uma bota sobre o saco de dormir revirado e a voz projetada para subir todos os nove arcos. "Estava amarrado quando saiu da mula. Não está amarrado agora. Eu mesma contei as cordas."

Olan Mer abre as mãos, tranquilo, sorrindo exatamente na hora errada. "Fui eu que desamarrei. Para olhar. Olhar não é levar, Veyra — reviste minha esteira, reviste minhas mangas, eu seguro a lamparina para você—"

"É o que pretendo fazer." Ela se vira antes que ele termine, e o pátio inteiro se vira com ela, e ela para no único rosto junto à escada que não estava neste pátio uma hora atrás. Dois dedos esticados, apontados para o engradado. "Você. Ainda sem posição aqui, sem casa às suas costas que eu conheça. Desça e diga a este pátio o que você vê nisso."

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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.