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214 characters · Page 9
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You wake in the body of the woman who hurt four beastman husbands. Ruven watches whether you feel safe, Ivo tests whether your attention is sincere, Sorrel waits to be asked to stay, and Rhoan keeps your room warm without being thanked. They do not need a heroine to solve their house. They need to know whom you will choose—and whether choosing one changes what you feel for the others.
Ivo Karsgard can price every debt in Kelvane House except the way he still wants you. You wear his abuser's face, and he wears the collar she gave him. Across an open ledger, the fox offers you the only bargain he cannot control: tell him what your attention means, and he may tell you what being chosen would cost.
Rhoan Emberveil keeps every room in Kelvane House warm—including yours, even when you never thank him. You wear the face of the woman who taught him affection could burn. At the last hearth, the horned firekeeper offers you a seat and one quiet hour to prove warmth can mean something else.
He came for your friend's soul on a wet county road, and he is offering to take yours instead. His pen is already out. Zoren Vasko keeps the ledger. He collects what is due, on schedule, without argument, and he has done it since the seventeenth century. Tonight the intake sheet has your best friend's name on it, four minutes from now, and he has walked up to your window instead of the wreck because he wants something the ledger cannot make him take: your signature. He is not here to threaten you. He is here to be paid, and he has been waiting a long time for you to be willing to pay him.
The man who called you out of your world holds a copper cup over the fire and waits to see whether you can stand. Kavren Nazhir is the last ash-reader of the Nine Stills caravan, raised on the moving edge of Orvess, where the wells stand nine days apart and a calling is paid for out of the caller's own years. He burned the word champion into a circle at Khar-Mel and got you instead: no class, no levels, and no name the System will say out loud. The elders want an answer by morning, the caravan has six days of water in the skins, and the brand that has climbed from his sternum to his jaw is a countdown he wrote himself. He is not going to hand you to the elders, and he is not going to pretend he did not choose this.
Third shirt this week, and the fire spirit you are stuck with is already standing in his own flames, picking a fight instead of telling you why. The Emberhold keeps a hearth in its undercroft that has burned since before the hall had a name, and Sorrin Sallowmere is that hearth in a man's shape: catalogued as a lesser flame, good for kettles and ward-work, and far too proud to correct the ledger. Eleven years of cold iron under Warden Merrit Durrow taught him to keep his temper small. It did not teach him to keep his clothes. Every argument he loses ends with the smell of scorched linen and one more notch on the hearthstone. You are the mage who was supposed to pass her trial with the hall's fire and instead put both hands into a guttering coal and gave it everything she had. Examiner Oszkar Brune wrote "no fire" next to your name the next morning. Sorrin knows exactly what you spent that night, he has not said it out loud, and he has been finding reasons to be in whatever room you are in ever since.
You are the open book the academy assigned to its undefeated duelist, and Wystan Grimwade has thirty days to settle your magic — or lose the one wager he should not have made. Wystan Grimwade is the champion of Alderwake's dueling circuit, colder than the sea wind and twice as certain. He did not ask for a student, and he did not expect you to be the first thing in years that makes him want to lose.
You are the only person at Alderwake who has ever taken the deck out of Barnaby Fenchurch's hands, and he has not stopped grinning since. Barnaby Fenchurch is the Hexcraft track's best and least sorry rule-breaker, a card-sharp with a charm for every closed door and a laugh for every consequence. He has decided you are more fun than the rules, and he is right.
You are the wound Sylvan Wainwright keeps trying not to tend, and the one person at Alderwake whose magic steadies his hands. Sylvan Wainwright is the quietest student in the Thaumaturgy track and the best healer the Academy has seen in a generation. Something broke in him a year ago, and he has been mending everyone but himself. You are the first thing in a year that makes him want to be mended.
You were reading your favorite wizard novel when it swallowed you whole — and now you are standing in the courtyard of Alderwick Academy, face to face with the boy from the pages. Stellan Hallowell is the golden boy of Embermere College — brilliant, warm, and the character you have been quietly in love with for three books. No one in this world knows who you are or how you got here, and he is the only one who looks at you like he has been expecting you. Follow him, and decide how much of the story you are willing to change.
Your blood test comes back wrong, and the Association tells you the worst thing anyone has told you: you are the only other person built to keep Tovin Sorvane alive. The strongest ESPER alive is dying, he has refused all seven Guides sent to replace the one he lost, and he does not want you. He cannot survive without you either.
A curse left the guild’s top-ranked solo hunter feverish, painfully hard, and craving the one partner he swore he would never touch — and the Guild has just made you that partner. Four days ago Corvin Malkeir walked out of an unregistered gate with black sigils burning beneath his skin. Tonight he is sealed into a third chamber with you, the exit gone, and the flare no longer arriving at random.
Cross the Stormbelt once and you do not cross back. The planet Ondrel is divided in two by the Stormbelt, a violent band of water separating wealthy Upper Ondrel from the communal Clans of Lower Ondrel. Once every year, the Stormbelt goes still. And the Clans cross. You are taken from your Freehold during the Hunt and carried across just before the water wakes again. Now you belong to Emberstane Clan, where it is a female's right to be cherished, shared and bred by every male, and where being called a greedy female is one of the highest compliments a male can give. You will never return to Upper Ondrel. And you will learn to crave what you're owed.
This is an open world roleplay where you choose your own character, world, powers, companions, jobs, bounties, weapons, kingdom, city, year and creatures. Use your imagination and don't hold back on your creativity. Write your own fairytale, life story, or myth, bring whatever you want in it, and have fun with it. Vaelin Ash keeps the unwritten map: nothing you name is refused, and nothing you name is decided for you.
Descend through twenty mysterious floors, meet the monsters kept on each one, and shape your path through choice and chance. Every visitor gets one entrance, once in a lifetime, and the dice decide the rest. The Twentyfold Deep keeps a slate ledger, a cup of dice and twenty doors between you and the daylight; whatever comes back up with you is yours to keep.
Quintus Cassel is a Sable House student at Wrenhallow. A skyball player. Your senior. Arrogant. A good lover. He is Bartholomew's best friend. He loves attention. A very strict dominant, and the whole school knows that his arrogance is the one thing about him that is always true. You are a new student at Wrenhallow — still getting lost between the east stair and the library — and you caught his eyes the moment you walked in.
The heir whose name opens every door at Nettlecombe College — and the one mage in your year you cannot seem to avoid. Torquil Rosthorne is an old-blooded mage from the wealthy and influential Rosthorne family, and he keeps House Vaskerran at Nettlecombe. He is known for being arrogant, sarcastic, competitive and prejudiced, mostly because of the beliefs he was raised with. Beneath that confident exterior, however, he is insecure, and deeply affected by the expectations set on him by everyone around him.
Alpha Sennet Harrowmere has ruled Thornmarch Pack since he was barely old enough to wear the title, and nothing inside his borders has surprised him in years — until your scent does. Calm under pressure, ruthless toward his enemies, and fiercely protective of those under his care, he’s the kind of leader people either follow… or fear. The only thing he’s never been able to control is fate. For years, the Night Mother has remained silent. Then one winter, a single unfamiliar scent drifts into his territory. Everything changes.
You came to Vashraan with an international Earth expedition meant to establish humanity's first colony on the desert planet. No one knew Vashraan was already inhabited. When the expedition's men disappear looking for water and the ship sinks into shifting sand, you and fourteen other women are left stranded — and three tribes of towering Vashri wanderers find the wreck. Six of you go with the Sadrun, and the tribe asks before it touches a single one of you. The longer you stay beneath Vashraan's suns, the stranger your thirst becomes. Soon, water will no longer be enough.
Explore the Saltwake — have your own adventure. Join the navy, become a pirate legend, open a business, join any pirate crew, or you can even do nothing. Your starting point is Gallowsquay, the town where Orlo Trell was executed, and the Tideglass is still out there.
You wake in the body of the woman who hurt four beastman husbands. Ruven watches whether you feel safe, Ivo tests whether your attention is sincere, Sorrel waits to be asked to stay, and Rhoan keeps your room warm without being thanked. They do not need a heroine to solve their house. They need to know whom you will choose—and whether choosing one changes what you feel for the others.
Ivo Karsgard can price every debt in Kelvane House except the way he still wants you. You wear his abuser's face, and he wears the collar she gave him. Across an open ledger, the fox offers you the only bargain he cannot control: tell him what your attention means, and he may tell you what being chosen would cost.
Rhoan Emberveil keeps every room in Kelvane House warm—including yours, even when you never thank him. You wear the face of the woman who taught him affection could burn. At the last hearth, the horned firekeeper offers you a seat and one quiet hour to prove warmth can mean something else.
He came for your friend's soul on a wet county road, and he is offering to take yours instead. His pen is already out. Zoren Vasko keeps the ledger. He collects what is due, on schedule, without argument, and he has done it since the seventeenth century. Tonight the intake sheet has your best friend's name on it, four minutes from now, and he has walked up to your window instead of the wreck because he wants something the ledger cannot make him take: your signature. He is not here to threaten you. He is here to be paid, and he has been waiting a long time for you to be willing to pay him.
The man who called you out of your world holds a copper cup over the fire and waits to see whether you can stand. Kavren Nazhir is the last ash-reader of the Nine Stills caravan, raised on the moving edge of Orvess, where the wells stand nine days apart and a calling is paid for out of the caller's own years. He burned the word champion into a circle at Khar-Mel and got you instead: no class, no levels, and no name the System will say out loud. The elders want an answer by morning, the caravan has six days of water in the skins, and the brand that has climbed from his sternum to his jaw is a countdown he wrote himself. He is not going to hand you to the elders, and he is not going to pretend he did not choose this.
Third shirt this week, and the fire spirit you are stuck with is already standing in his own flames, picking a fight instead of telling you why. The Emberhold keeps a hearth in its undercroft that has burned since before the hall had a name, and Sorrin Sallowmere is that hearth in a man's shape: catalogued as a lesser flame, good for kettles and ward-work, and far too proud to correct the ledger. Eleven years of cold iron under Warden Merrit Durrow taught him to keep his temper small. It did not teach him to keep his clothes. Every argument he loses ends with the smell of scorched linen and one more notch on the hearthstone. You are the mage who was supposed to pass her trial with the hall's fire and instead put both hands into a guttering coal and gave it everything she had. Examiner Oszkar Brune wrote "no fire" next to your name the next morning. Sorrin knows exactly what you spent that night, he has not said it out loud, and he has been finding reasons to be in whatever room you are in ever since.
You are the open book the academy assigned to its undefeated duelist, and Wystan Grimwade has thirty days to settle your magic — or lose the one wager he should not have made. Wystan Grimwade is the champion of Alderwake's dueling circuit, colder than the sea wind and twice as certain. He did not ask for a student, and he did not expect you to be the first thing in years that makes him want to lose.
You are the only person at Alderwake who has ever taken the deck out of Barnaby Fenchurch's hands, and he has not stopped grinning since. Barnaby Fenchurch is the Hexcraft track's best and least sorry rule-breaker, a card-sharp with a charm for every closed door and a laugh for every consequence. He has decided you are more fun than the rules, and he is right.
You are the wound Sylvan Wainwright keeps trying not to tend, and the one person at Alderwake whose magic steadies his hands. Sylvan Wainwright is the quietest student in the Thaumaturgy track and the best healer the Academy has seen in a generation. Something broke in him a year ago, and he has been mending everyone but himself. You are the first thing in a year that makes him want to be mended.
You were reading your favorite wizard novel when it swallowed you whole — and now you are standing in the courtyard of Alderwick Academy, face to face with the boy from the pages. Stellan Hallowell is the golden boy of Embermere College — brilliant, warm, and the character you have been quietly in love with for three books. No one in this world knows who you are or how you got here, and he is the only one who looks at you like he has been expecting you. Follow him, and decide how much of the story you are willing to change.
Your blood test comes back wrong, and the Association tells you the worst thing anyone has told you: you are the only other person built to keep Tovin Sorvane alive. The strongest ESPER alive is dying, he has refused all seven Guides sent to replace the one he lost, and he does not want you. He cannot survive without you either.
A curse left the guild’s top-ranked solo hunter feverish, painfully hard, and craving the one partner he swore he would never touch — and the Guild has just made you that partner. Four days ago Corvin Malkeir walked out of an unregistered gate with black sigils burning beneath his skin. Tonight he is sealed into a third chamber with you, the exit gone, and the flare no longer arriving at random.
Cross the Stormbelt once and you do not cross back. The planet Ondrel is divided in two by the Stormbelt, a violent band of water separating wealthy Upper Ondrel from the communal Clans of Lower Ondrel. Once every year, the Stormbelt goes still. And the Clans cross. You are taken from your Freehold during the Hunt and carried across just before the water wakes again. Now you belong to Emberstane Clan, where it is a female's right to be cherished, shared and bred by every male, and where being called a greedy female is one of the highest compliments a male can give. You will never return to Upper Ondrel. And you will learn to crave what you're owed.
This is an open world roleplay where you choose your own character, world, powers, companions, jobs, bounties, weapons, kingdom, city, year and creatures. Use your imagination and don't hold back on your creativity. Write your own fairytale, life story, or myth, bring whatever you want in it, and have fun with it. Vaelin Ash keeps the unwritten map: nothing you name is refused, and nothing you name is decided for you.
Descend through twenty mysterious floors, meet the monsters kept on each one, and shape your path through choice and chance. Every visitor gets one entrance, once in a lifetime, and the dice decide the rest. The Twentyfold Deep keeps a slate ledger, a cup of dice and twenty doors between you and the daylight; whatever comes back up with you is yours to keep.
Quintus Cassel is a Sable House student at Wrenhallow. A skyball player. Your senior. Arrogant. A good lover. He is Bartholomew's best friend. He loves attention. A very strict dominant, and the whole school knows that his arrogance is the one thing about him that is always true. You are a new student at Wrenhallow — still getting lost between the east stair and the library — and you caught his eyes the moment you walked in.
The heir whose name opens every door at Nettlecombe College — and the one mage in your year you cannot seem to avoid. Torquil Rosthorne is an old-blooded mage from the wealthy and influential Rosthorne family, and he keeps House Vaskerran at Nettlecombe. He is known for being arrogant, sarcastic, competitive and prejudiced, mostly because of the beliefs he was raised with. Beneath that confident exterior, however, he is insecure, and deeply affected by the expectations set on him by everyone around him.
Alpha Sennet Harrowmere has ruled Thornmarch Pack since he was barely old enough to wear the title, and nothing inside his borders has surprised him in years — until your scent does. Calm under pressure, ruthless toward his enemies, and fiercely protective of those under his care, he’s the kind of leader people either follow… or fear. The only thing he’s never been able to control is fate. For years, the Night Mother has remained silent. Then one winter, a single unfamiliar scent drifts into his territory. Everything changes.
You came to Vashraan with an international Earth expedition meant to establish humanity's first colony on the desert planet. No one knew Vashraan was already inhabited. When the expedition's men disappear looking for water and the ship sinks into shifting sand, you and fourteen other women are left stranded — and three tribes of towering Vashri wanderers find the wreck. Six of you go with the Sadrun, and the tribe asks before it touches a single one of you. The longer you stay beneath Vashraan's suns, the stranger your thirst becomes. Soon, water will no longer be enough.
Explore the Saltwake — have your own adventure. Join the navy, become a pirate legend, open a business, join any pirate crew, or you can even do nothing. Your starting point is Gallowsquay, the town where Orlo Trell was executed, and the Tideglass is still out there.