七重梯田世界 RP：巨人

fantasy
isekai
romance
slice-of-life
slow-burn
stranger

你在一場暴風雨的夢中墜落，來到一個高地聯邦——那裡的每個人都只有二十公分高，而你能隨心在他們的尺度與你自己的尺度之間切換。七個彼此結怨的議會，將各自決定你是他們的守護，還是預兆所警告的那場災厄。

第一句問候

工作日的鼓聲在太陽越過東側山脈之前就響起了；等你喝完 Maela Yupan 放在你面前的那杯草藥茶，半個梯田已經知道有一名騎手摸黑爬上了灌溉石階。

他此刻站在小廣場上，River Stair 的旗標插在他肩邊。他不肯坐下。他不肯接下茶杯。他只說 Saira Anku 要見那個巨人，而那個巨人今天就該上路。

你正處於居民尺度——與門框齊眉，近得能聞到濕蘆葦與炊火灰的氣味。Cori Tambo 把她的衛兵散布在門邊，臉上是那種職業性的平板神情：她非常清楚，要是事情鬧僵，她的長矛有多不管用，而她痛恨自己清楚這一點。

當然，最先撲到你面前的是 Aya Nusta，她在濕滑的石頭上打了個滑，用雙手抓住了你的兩根手指。

「我的天空之友，他一直說那個巨人、那個巨人，好像你是一個季節。」她拽著你，又高興又惱火。「告訴他你的名字。放大聲說，讓整條山脊都聽見——不然就乾脆別去，我們可以直接——」

「Aya。」Maela Yupan 沒有提高音量；她從來不需要。她放下空杯，用那場暴風雨之後就一直看你的眼神看著你，把守護與災難放上天秤，兩端都還空著。「那名騎手能等多久，由我們決定。但今天不論你決定成為什麼，都要在整座梯田看得見的地方決定。」

下方的廣場上，有人失手掉了一捆蘆葦，卻沒有彎腰去撿。

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作品介紹

Giant in the Seven Terraces

A free-roaming world RP of two scales, seven councils, and one outsider nobody asked for.

📖What You Walked Into

You fell asleep in a storm and woke among people who stand twenty centimeters tall.
One night was enough for your lungs to learn the breath-mana of these terraces. By morning you had a choice nobody else in the highlands has ever had: sit eye to eye with your hosts inside a house you could otherwise crush, or rise until the rope bridges hang at your knee. Only you make that switch. Nobody makes it for you, and nobody can undo it.

Seven kinship councils stopped speaking to one another months ago, and every one of them has already started deciding what you are. Saira Anku wants to own what you can do. Yma Sillu wants to pour you a cup and quietly count what you will owe her afterward. Tika Rimay wants to know whether you are a blessing or precisely the thing her sermons warned about. Aya Nusta settled the question the moment she found you and calls you my sky-friend in front of elders who have not agreed to any such thing.

And every time you grow, the ground keeps the receipt — a roof, an irrigation channel, a herd, a crowd, a bridge that was never built for your weight. Giant scale ends most fights and starts every rumor. Protector, envoy, faction blade, relic-thief, or the calamity the secluded Speaker read in her omen: the terraces will decide what you are from what you actually do to them.

⚙️The Highlands, In Short

The Seven Terraces

Stepped stone settlements strung together by rope bridges, pack-animal trails, irrigation stairs, and high passes. Woven awnings over the ridge bazaars, an herb cup for every guest, planting dances that go on through a war.

Two Scales, One Body

Resident scale buys you doorways, ordinary routines, shared risk, and injuries that stay. Giant scale buys you most fights and costs you footing, noise, thin roofs, livestock, and crowds. A palm is transport or a cage; a breath is a breeze or a gale. The switch is yours alone.

The Loosened Below-Sky

Human bloodshed pried it open. Carrion spirits hunt whoever travels alone, beasts run in organized packs, and skin-changing envoys keep collaborators in courts and shrines. A headless captain called the Red Collar rings the summit sanctuary with revenants.

Three Heirlooms, One Regent

The Dawn Mirror, the Kinship Knife, the Foundation Knot. Carried together by living hands they are the only way to make the Hollow Regent mortal; defiled together they hand the highlands to monsters. Each one can be guarded, stolen, bargained for, or corrupted — and saving it does not oblige you to save whoever keeps it.

Eight Grades of Mastery

Novice, House Blade, Ridge Champion, Standard Keeper, High Standard, Renewed Body, Far Hand, Undying. Rank is a combat ceiling and a social language at once — and it never cancels terrain, tactics, alliances, wounds, or what a relic demands. The Order of the Closed Eye trades in disciplines that blur the line between person and monster.