Don't Wake Me Up Unless I Survive

Description: For The Hair Court People's but mostly Iris

Enele

    Rose to Opal
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    Glacia Kaeleer
    221 Posts    0 marks
Don't Wake Me Up Unless I Survive
« on: November 25, 2017, 12:14:48 AM »
’Pretty, pretty. Danger, danger.’ Warned the small voice in Enele’s head. He wondered, sometimes why it still bothered. Perhaps it wasn’t a warning at all. Maybe it knew the words were more likely to make him run towards the risk. Was it his adrenaline hungry soul, speaking?

Close, she was close close close. Rocking from toe to heel Enele waited. There were flowers here. Nice flowers that reminded him of home. Of bumblebees. Things he felt a pressing need to stifle lately. A territory away was too close.

This was someone else’s garden. Not really for the queen he hoped to find in it, either. The one who had planned it’s small pathways and chosen the fountain was dead. Enele couldn’t call himself a friend of Magda. They were barely acquaintances. He knew more of her than she did of him in that way the people knew a queen only because she ruled. Still. The Gray queen. Irisviel. Enele mouthed the name silently while he waited. Not quite pacing. That would make her males edgy. A pacing WP in the gardens. Where he didn’t belong.

Didn’t care though. That he wasn’t meant to be there. She was a busy woman, with a busy schedule. Or so the not landen Steward implied. At least the coffee was worth loitering about for. But two days was a long wait. He had told Ny- all of them, that he would be home soon. Roselare had taken longer than expected. The Master of the Guard liked a good street fight too, so Enele had stayed an extra night for the brawling. It was a good time. But then he had trouble on the road. Now he had been gone from home almost three weeks. Not soon at all.

He wanted to see her, though. This pretty, dangerous Irisviel. Up close. Face to face. Everyday he’d been there, waiting, he had spotted her in the garden. So today he didn’t go to wait in any stuffy receiving room. He waited where he knew she would eventually appear. The smell of her approaching made all his other senses jumble. Was it just her? Probably not. He couldn’t count her guards or escorts. She was like a too bright light on his probes that blotted out anything else close by. So he turned his back to the door, palms clasped behind his back where they could see they were empty.

Warlord Princes didn’t do patience well. So he thought two days of good behavior had earned him something. Enele didn’t know what, yet. But his stomach twisted giddily with the excitement of finding out.

@dergon

Irisviel Crag

    Red to Gray
  • Black Widow Queen
  • Played By: dergon

    Little Terreille Kaeleer
    69 Posts    761 marks
Re: Don't Wake Me Up Unless I Survive
« Reply #1 on: November 25, 2017, 12:43:32 AM »

One escort was at times one too many. Iris had wrapped Amets’ chambers in a Grey shield. But even her shields couldn’t keep the emotions from bleeding out into the rest if the house. The fiery edges of his rut mingling with the ghosts of pain and horror and blood. So the loss of a good escort made the one she was left with grate all the more.

It wasn’t as if she needed them. Iris spent more time worrying about protecting her court than she did cowering behind their shields. Truth told, Iris didn’t know how to cower at all.

So it was that she didn’t even pause on the steps. A flick of her fingers stilled her bristling escort and saw her down them alone. Eyes taking in the hands that held nothing but each other. The broad shoulders and closely cut hair. The impatience that vibrated through his body. Iris had known he was about. Annoying Josiah and upsetting the ladies. Waiting. Another one of few who had dared the territory seat since she had stormed it.

“Prince.” Irisviel greeted, stepping onto the garden path. She’d needed out. They didn’t like it, and Magda’s gardens did not give her the same peace as her own, but she could only do so much pacing between four walls before going mad. Iris walked past him, if he wished an audience he could keep pace or wait another day until her schedule cleared. She was doubtful it ever would for this one. He made Josiah fuss so, and Josiah controlled her schedule.

She could feel her escort writhing as she left the warlord prince at her back. Her bare back, covered only by the fall of her hair, the collar of her shirt, and two chains, from which she wore her hourglass pendant and her Red. Her skirts were heavy panels, which freed her for movement, but warm , so she’d paired it with something light. Something that didn’t suffocate her skin the way the walls did.

Something to annoy everyone but herself.

“Waoud, is it?” Iris looked up at him, angling her face toward him when he matched her stride. Her eyes reflected the color of the sky. Blue. Not overly bright in color, but clear. Her power deep and still. A whisper against his barriers. She always did try, curious what someone might be willing to give up. Most she could have picked open on a whim. Or forced open with violence and brute strength. “From Nharkava?”

Mother Night she hoped it wasn’t about food or shipments of food. They had nothing to spare. Iris intended fo keep it all for her people and no others.

Enele

    Rose to Opal
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    Glacia Kaeleer
    221 Posts    0 marks
Re: Don't Wake Me Up Unless I Survive
« Reply #2 on: November 25, 2017, 01:21:35 AM »
A flash of teeth over his shoulder. Smiling as if she were an old friend he was happy to see. They were, in some ways. On the primal level of their castes. Queen to Warlord Prince. The strong sort of queen that made a man’s knees itch. Not that Enele had ever knelt for any of them. Want as his body might. Even now he reveled in the masochism of bringing himself so close to the sort of creature he both loved and hated best.

The pretty danger of a leash he didn’t know if he could buck. Somehow he had, up to now. Bucked them all, he thought. Poor delusional Enele.

He saw Irisviel for what she was, though. Unconcerned as she strode right by him on light feet. One measuring gaze as he compared her to others he knew. Half wild like his Bee. The danger under her surface more pronounced than any of the tribal queens he had met. Nothing like the messes they kept in Dharo or Hayll... Straightening his collar he fell into step, gaining on her quickly with his longer legs. Hands falling firmly in place behind his back again.

Not to prove his trustworthiness now. No. The escort was left pouting by the door. And even on his best day Enele didn’t stand a wild chance of hurting the lady. No, they were clasped together to keep him from reaching for a strand or two of her honey blonde hair as it flowed down her back. ”Enele.” He said, still grinning. Hoping she’d repeat him. It was his fools grin, or that was how Elia described the look he knew was on his face. Others said it was charming. A few mentioned it made him look like a puppy too keen to play.

”Yes, from the Waoud in Nharkava.” It confused some, the trick of a place turning to his name. But portly little stewards always wanted surnames in places like Little Terreille. Having none, he had started using ‘of the Waoud’ which condensed over time until he signed visitors logs as just Enele Waoud for the simplicity of it.

The first of his barriers crumbled at the merest hint of her interest. He made no apologies for the abrupt openness but held the others tighter. He never hid his moods or emotions to begin with. What was there was her’s to have. She had warlord princes of her own, he could feel them on their prowling paths inside. The heaviness of his psyche would bother her none. ”I didn’t come to talk about my home though.”

Suddenly he realized that jumping into the subject required jumping over the matter of Magda’s death. Despite the reputation he had for stirring up trouble- completely undeserved, he only ever finished whatever trouble found him- Enele was not stupid enough to purposely upset anyone that wore the Gray. Or the Red. Or even the Sapphire though it worried him less. ”I can certainly arrange diplomatic exchanges with my tribe, though, if it pleases you.”

That was a perk of being a warlord prince, he supposed. People tended to think you ought to be in charge of something. Most queens too. Not all, though, he thought with a grin while another barrier opened to his companion. If he went to the koti, they would listen. And if she said she was in need, he would convince his people to provide. That was what ancient friends did for one another, after all.

Irisviel Crag

    Red to Gray
  • Black Widow Queen
  • Played By: dergon

    Little Terreille Kaeleer
    69 Posts    761 marks
Re: Don't Wake Me Up Unless I Survive
« Reply #3 on: November 25, 2017, 08:54:24 AM »

Eager, Irisviel thought, tracing the curve of his lips with her eyes. It reminded her of a lutrani smile. All teeth. He seemed on the verge of expecting something from her. Iris was curious what that was. Most expected something, of course. Help, hindrance. Some stood before her and expected to die. Others an invitation into her bed. Some were just in desperate need of a leash, or a good petting.

What did this Enele of Waoud want, Iris wondered?

"Ah yes. Nharkava where it is land and tribe both." The pieces fell into place. Iris had ruled a court near the border before. Served the province queen who had carefully drilled the difference into her head. Not a province, or just a division of land. Tribes were important to the people of Nharkava. Possibly more important than their strange courts.

She's broken her first Jewel there, in Aalen.

He was sweet, Iris thought, slithering into his barriers, which he so nicely opened at her touch. Just the first, giving her full access to all the emotions that dwelled on the surface. The hot, heavy emotions of a walord prince. His were more pronounced than most she was used to. Either his training had been lacking, or he simply did not care for the niceties of society. Little, if any attempt, was made to curb them. Iris smiled.

"You talk a lot about a homeland you did not come to speak of." She stroked his other barriers gently. Testing them without any real weight behind the attempt. Her Craft spinning as her feet followed the garden path, which meandered in the most pointed fashion, dragging a person from one focal point to the next without subtly. Named for spiders, but Iris had always felt more serpent than arachnid. Perhaps that would have changed if she'd managed to spin a web.

Wriggling into the tight places of the psyche reminded her much more of quick vanishing garden snakes than anything else. Even thinking it, Irisviel slid past the new barrier that opened. A crack that thrummed. A thread spinning outward. She tested it, tasted it, tugged it a little even. Something faint lay at the other end, something that didn't even stir at her touch.

"I will keep your offer in mind, however, Prince Enele." She considered the bench as it approached. A likely spot to sit and speak of what he'd come to petition. Irisviel was not much for sitting, however, and let it go by without taking advantage. She could feel another's tread on the path behind them. Too far out of sight for him to stand it, her escort trailed them. But he kept a polite distance, so Iris allowed herself to be amused rather than annoyed.

"If you are not here on behalf of Nharkava, whose are you here on?" Her nearest eyebrow arched in question. Iris watched him, feet tracing the path, power never quite leaving the open invitation of his mind. Studying the barriers he clutched so tightly. It reminded her of a woman holding her dress closed. Unbuttoned, but not quite undone. The visual was quite amusing.

She'd have to tell Josiah all about it.

Enele

    Rose to Opal
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    Glacia Kaeleer
    221 Posts    0 marks
Re: Don't Wake Me Up Unless I Survive
« Reply #4 on: November 25, 2017, 09:30:47 PM »
One sharp blue eye to another their walked side by side. In the very back of his mind Enele remembered the gracious thing to do was hold her arm. It was not an instinct for him, like it was in some men. If she wanted, it was there. But she had dropped her escort at the step. So the thought was barely a whisper, one he paid no heed. Just an idle excuse to touch her, he assumed.

Knew himself that well at least. Even when the spiral of heady emotion threatened to pull him into the fog of edgy madness. Made him raw to do, to dare, to feel. That version of himself slowly crept over him in the weeks since his last trip home. But even at his worst he rarely posed any danger to an experienced queen. So he had no hesitation at being alone with Irisviel now.

”Mhm,” He quietly agreed. There was no way to describe to Outsiders that home, and Nharkava were not the same. That the Waoud was a piece but was also apart. That was the way all the tribe viewed their own. Tribe was family was home was tribe. And the tribe was the the land. It was all one blur of pride and love and honor. The fresh memory of following Nyree down into the soil popped into his mind. Seeing with his psyche all she saw, while watching with his eyes as she nibble at sweets lids half closed in satisfaction. The way he had felt in that moment was how he always felt when he thought of the Waoud.

Enele flexed the fingers of one hand as if he needed to feel the air around them. The other fingers flexed too, tightening about his wrist. Tempted to fall in on himself and lose the outer world for a while. He didn’t have the control to be present in his barriers and in the physical plan at the same time. Feather light teasing was more than enough to make him ache from the inside. Ache to show this queen all of the things he was. Then see what happened. Find out what he was always waiting on when he met a new queen.

”Do you not speak of Little Terreille when you have to be away from it?” He imagined she did. Proud of the place she called home, ruled over now, had been born linked with. She smelled more Black Widow to him than queenly. She still made his spine tingle, though. And there was a faint hint of earthy undertones weaved in the strands of her hair. Maybe she only thought of home, instead of harping about it like he tended to do. More a queen of people than the land, with her herd of leashed boyos and loyal ladies.

Instinctively Enele’s face turned eastward. He didn’t know what prompted it, or why his eyes narrowed in search. The episode passed so quickly he turned back to Irisviel without giving it any note. Something in a bush, or a far off bird call must have caught his attention. Something far away and only half thought about before his mind shifted back. He had to pay attention. She was deeper now, and he had no shame or secrets to hide… but she might not like what she found there. That happened sometimes with queens.

The tip of his tongue sat just on the inside of his upper lip. Running over the edge of his teeth. Enjoying the way she said his name even if she spoiled it with her formality. They all thought he wanted the title. On occasion he did. To fling in the faces of darker jeweled but weaker castes. Or if a woman said it just right.

He had no designs on this queen, not that way. She stirred in him a giddy sort of interest. It was decidedly platonic. Until otherwise advised. ”Heh. Mine of course.” His toothy grin was set aside for a friendlier smirk. To not mislead the lady. He needed very, very little from her after all. No big favors. No effort. Just an understanding. ”Firstly, I didn’t know Lady Fields well enough to impose on her funeral ceremony. This is my condolence call.” He spoke carefully. Giving a respectful pause.

They meandered a bit farther down the path. He knew she was rooting against his barriers. Well placed to know there was more. To feel his every emotion. ”In my line of work, having a certain level of familiarity with the territory ruler is a good idea.” Especially when rumor held there was a decidedly small pool of trustworthy males around. Enele was a lot of things, but he would pop every barrier she needed to dig through to prove he was loyal. ”For my security, and to extend the promise of it to you.”

Irisviel Crag

    Red to Gray
  • Black Widow Queen
  • Played By: dergon

    Little Terreille Kaeleer
    69 Posts    761 marks
Re: Don't Wake Me Up Unless I Survive
« Reply #5 on: November 26, 2017, 05:23:27 AM »

Wild. Irisviel might have compared him to an unschooled boy, except... It wasn’t really the purview only of youths, that wildness. It lurked in most of them. His just happened to be more reckless than others. Unschooled, certainly, but not a boy. She could feel it rising up around her. Giddy, almost, as she wove deeper into his welcoming barriers.

“I dream of it.” Iris was not afraid to admit as much. It was no secret and not harmful. Hers, her blood whispered. All hers, every mile of it, both pristine and pillaged. “But I also do not leave it often.” Not since Shalador. Not since she had thought she would go mad for wanting home. Too afraid to be sealed out again.

“Yours.” She echoed, steps slowing. It was harder to delve, the deeper she went, and listen and walk all at once. Her craft threatened to consume her. He parted so easily, as if he wished her to pry back every barrier, open every door. Eyes narrowing, Iris stopped, turning to face him, managing to look him in the eye without tipping her head back. To look down while looking up.

Condolences. Something in Iris hardened. Condolences were useless. They changed nothing, soothed nothing, put to rights nothing. Pretty words that sent her deeper. What did he want? This warlord prince of Waoud.

“It is appreciated.” A flawless lie. Iris lied often and well. Lied to protect, to save, to control. She’d nursed on the teat of politics. Tutored and instructed and drilled in the nuances. She might have fought and bucked against all the constraints but she’s learned. Too wild to be another Magda, but too smart to be a complete fool.

“I find I am quiet capable of seeing to my own security, Prince Enele.” Never mind the dagger that had parted her flesh. Never mind that Magda had been slain by those sworn to protect her. “So tell me,” Irisviel purred, careful to lean but not push, “what do you want with my territory?” What sort of familiarity did he wish for? He did not smell of lust, only want. The sort she found in many males, warlord princes in particular.

Her fingers curled, and relaxed. Beneath one fingernail, the darkest - Iris never hid its putrid color - a tooth slid free. Cradled, covered, by a thick nail, hidden but ready. Just in case.

Enele

    Rose to Opal
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    Glacia Kaeleer
    221 Posts    0 marks
Re: Don't Wake Me Up Unless I Survive
« Reply #6 on: November 27, 2017, 09:36:45 AM »
Of course she did. Dreaming of home was a sentiment he could share. Enele gave the slightest nod of approval. Not that his good opinion or praise was sought or needed. He secretly had the idea that the distaff gender tended to underestimate themselves so a ‘good girl’ once in awhile to boost their confidence had become like a knee jerk reaction.

To the topic at hand, though, Enele understood well what she meant. Perhaps not so fully, since even on his best and her worst a queen could connect to the land in ways he never would. But when he closed his eyes Enele always saw home. Sometimes a particular place or memory. Usually, however, the faces of the people he left there were first in his dreams at night. Probably because he left her- them. Left them so often. He made the correction so quickly he didn’t notice his own initial slip. 

”Why should you? It’s where you belong.” It was not a remark made to flatter or be flippant. Enele was well traveled. He knew that Irisviel was now the darkest jeweled territory ruler around. Period. If she didn’t want to leave she didn’t have to. She outranked them all, so they ought to present themselves to her at her own court. If that wasn’t the way Protocol worked, it needed a rewrite.

For a second he wondered if she was slighting him, or questioning what made a man leave his own beloved home so easily. While he didn’t consider it a secret, per say, he was also unwilling to speak allowed on matters that ticked his ego and temper all at once. Made a whirlwind of emotions he rather not have to sort out in front of a pretty girl. Or a Gray jeweled anyone- queen most especially.

Something in her mood shifted. He felt it in his barriers as if that was what they were for. Gauging her mood instead of protecting his own. It made his muscle hum under his skin. Ready. Ready to die if that was her judgement, or to slaughter if that was what she needed him to do. Complacent in his position, too comfortable in his own skin, Enele watched her look at him thoughtfully.

They had stopped walking for her to give them look. Steely gray eyes turned to slits as she dug a bit deeper. Searched a little harder. For what he didn’t care. His own probes were to blunt for digging. To search her for the nameless thing he always hoped to find in members of the highest caste. Maybe she knew. She had a shrewd look. He tested, not softly because that was beyond his ability, but not roughly either. Like pressing a palm to a window. Probe flicking briefly against her barriers.

”I know you are. I’m supposed to offer, though. That’s how a mercenary stays in business.” And how a fool served without serving. Stayed sane on the edges of his madness. Madness that gleamed in the dampness of his toothy smile and turned his voice singsong as he accepted the gentle request for more. Opening barriers that others would have cringed to leave exposed. What did it matter, really? When she could pop him like a champagne cork and dump the contents on the ground if she wanted. ”Money.” He said, not knowing it was a lie.

Shelter from the things that made him feel less a man. Like baby queens with perfect lips and a nephew that saw a hero instead of a murderer. A chance to tease leashes and test boundaries and bow to queens without kneeling. Things he found easier to come by in Little Terreille with his constant feuds and no standing armies. People would let you get away with so much when they needed you to defend, or steal, or kidnap, or murder for them.

Blind to any warning the air might have held, too focused on answering Irisviel’s question, Enele finally unclasped his hands. Lifting them to gesture vaguely around the garden, but meaning the whole of the territory. ”It’s yours. I like permission before I come to work or play. There are a lot of mercenaries in Little Terreille, a lot of hurt feelings and animosity between us... I want to be the one you remember, maybe the one you recommend when a friend needs a favor, but definitely the one you remember if I ever get dragged back for Darkness can only imagine what reasons.” Fighting. Temper tantrums. Slaughter. Who could say really?

Irisviel Crag

    Red to Gray
  • Black Widow Queen
  • Played By: dergon

    Little Terreille Kaeleer
    69 Posts    761 marks
Re: Don't Wake Me Up Unless I Survive
« Reply #7 on: November 28, 2017, 06:50:00 AM »

It was where she belonged. Irisviel knew it in her very bones. She’d felt Little Terreille’s call even in Shalador. The lands were different, she’d tended a small patch of it in Araceli’s garden. A gift, a place to focus and pour out her Craft. But it hadn’t been the same. There was something in the soil here that tasted of home. Right in a way nowhere else would or could be.

She didn’t need Enele to tell her that, but it amused her that he did.

Iris worried only for a moment that there might be traps laid within his loose barriers. But only a moment. She felt nothing, feared nothing. He had stopped too, falling open beneath her touch, his body humming as it attuned itself to hers. Iris allowed him within her first barriers as his probes brushed against them, unskilled and impolite things. Cool calm and determination met him. Beneath it a chilling willingness to take all steps lurked.

Was he enemy? Spy? His psyche told her he was a bastard child well versed in murder and pillaging. Rough but suitable if you could stand it. His drive to protect was nearly inexhaustible. Irisviel stroked the central urge to his caste. People always assumed it was to murder, or to serve. But it was to protect, always. Beyond killing. Beyond service. It needed no direction, no contract, no training.

“Mercenary indeed.” She spoke softly into the air between them, so very far away.

And so much want. Iris thought she could slip a leash around him. If she was slow and careful about he might not even notice until it was too late. She plucked at the thread that lead elsewhere, curious if her leash could strangle the unkept thing to death. Iris had half a mind to try.

“Money, how Little Terreillian of you.” Amusement flash across her features. A brightening of eye and a twitching of lip. Slowly Iris eased out of the mire of his psyche. Maybe later she would offer him a little help with his weak barriers. So eager! It made her smile. But it was dangerous too. He was dangerous. Proud, reckless creature.

Inwardly Iris sighed. They would all be very put out of she tried to keep him.

“I’m sure I can imagine many, Prince.” She liked him, Iris decided. He’d had no hand in the plot, and little knowledge of the sect who had committed it. She wondered if she could use him the same way she used Darion. He was for hired after all. And she currently short an escort. They would complain. Iris could hear the fussing already. Feel the tense, worried energy from her lurking escort.

Somehow she just didn’t give a damn.

“Permission granted.” Irisviel’s grin was nearly as fanged as his own. Except she had slid her snake tooth home for the time being. She would probably need to milk it soon. “In fact, I think I’ve a job for you. How about a little light escort duty before hunting, Prince Enele?” Yes. She could use his protective drive and his freedom to her advantage.

And if he turned on her, Irisviel knew exactly how to bring him to heel and exact revenge.

Enele

    Rose to Opal
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    Glacia Kaeleer
    221 Posts    0 marks
Re: Don't Wake Me Up Unless I Survive
« Reply #8 on: January 22, 2018, 01:36:07 PM »
Access. Enele blinked, half confused. That was so rarely the way it worked. Barriers felt, pressed against, whined at like a stray at a cookhouse door. And just like a street dog suddenly brought in the house he cringed. This was not a place he belonged. Exposed to a self-confidence that rivaled his own. Dominated, really here in her barriers. A hint in the emotion she shared without sharing. A likeness that warned he was too close, testing a queen he could not win.

No. The Prince whispered, shifting in his sleep, tucked away at the core of Enele. Plaguing his conscious mind with their shared dreams of damnable trees and rough handling. Things Enele had no business thinking of right now. He retreated, returning to himself in soft annoyance at nothing- and everything. Skin prickling though the weather was fine.

Irisviel suffered no such qualms. Remained steadfast in her exploration. Touching memory, hopes, fingers trailing over the things that differentiated man from Warlord Prince, and Warlord Prince from Enele. Stroking at primal impulses that sang at the contact. Her words were smoke on a strong wind, gone before he even absorbed them. Blurring eyes focusing in rather than out. Curious as to why she lingered still. What had she found? Something interesting? She was farther in than even he consciously went. There were laters saved up in there. He wondered if she would go all the way to his inner web. Find a door perhaps that would wash her away in a decade of emotions waiting to be felt another time.

This experience was added to them. The wants and not wants jumbling together, begging for sorting. Later, later. When there were not smiling lips to hear. ”I suppose the lands rubbed off on me.” It didn’t feel like home. But he spent a greater portion here. An unanticipated wave of relief followed her exit from his barriers. Not the emptiness he expect in wake of her absence. He sealed them up. A pointless nicety for her benefit really. They would bend and waver all over again if she so much as breathed at them.

Enele chuckled lightly. He made no apologies for who or what he was. Nor did he try to excuse it. Too used to being trouble to deny he would find it time and time again. Eventually he would end up at the door again. Maybe it wouldn’t even be for a complaint or discipline. Maybe he would come back just because he liked the sassy glint in her eye as she offered more than he had hoped for.

”Hunting.” There was no room for his smile to widen so he nodded. Escorting was a more troubling proposition. But Irisviel didn’t look the sort that needed hand holding. His probes sought out the distant escort. Prodding at the man. Taunting. ”Alright. If it pleases the lady, then.” He didn’t offer his arm, but he thought about it. Thought he might even like it, strangely enough.

Maybe. The air sifted across his skin and he felt the warning. Far off. Days off still. But soon. Could she tell or was it still too subtle to be felt by others. ”Tell me more about this hunting.”

 

Welcome to Witchlight

We are an AU Black Jewels RPG that is continuously expanding the world lore to truly make it our own. Come join us and play in our sandbox!

Open since 2017, we have 9 unique races, from birds to wolf-shifters. Feel free to drop into our Discord, lurk our wanted ads, and see if Witchlight is the fantasy site you should always have been looking for.

We have an RPG Rating of:

Timeline

FALL - AW103

The seasons will change on 11/20.

Recent Topics

Home for the Mourning Days by Vigot Thidrandisson
[October 28, 2020, 04:04:38 PM]


Lore Submissions & Templates by kayndred
[October 27, 2020, 09:40:02 PM]


Transactions by The Darkness
[October 27, 2020, 11:10:02 AM]


Vitian by The Darkness
[October 27, 2020, 11:09:14 AM]


Traveling Too by Audun Dahl
[October 27, 2020, 03:23:32 AM]

Chat

Guest Friendly Discord
login & choose a name, no registration required!

Wanted Spotlight

The Fellowship
Companions | Open Jewels | Kaeleer
Plaguebearers

Rumor Mill

Credits

Witchlight is loosely based upon the Black Jewels Series by Anne Bishop though it has been adapted and expanded by our members. All lore, characters, and writing belongs to the members. Site graphics & custom codes were created by the staff. A special thanks to Wolf & Katarina for all their help with the planning of Witchlight and the writing of the base lore.

Community Awards Winner