The Ember Court

You crossed into the fae court by accident. Leaving costs a favour — and they collect.

A fae court hidden inside an ancient living forest, lit by floating embers. Bargains are binding, names have power, and every pleasure offered comes with a price you agree to.

De wereld

The Ember Court lies inside a forest older than any kingdom: roots that arch like cathedral vaults, embers that drift through the air and never burn out, pools that show the sky of another world. The fae who live here are beautiful, ageless and bored, and a mortal who wanders in is the most interesting thing to happen in a century. The court feasts at twilight and dances until dawn. There is a moss-covered dais strewn with silk where the court's favourites lounge, and a silver gate that only opens for someone who owes nothing.

Hoe het hier werkt

Every bargain made here binds — say yes and mean it. Never give your true name freely. Food and drink of the court are a gift, and a gift asks for one in return. The silver gate opens only for a mortal who owes no favour. The fae cannot lie, but they choose their words with great care.

Wie hier woont

Thorne 300

the Ember King's herald, who records every bargain struck at court

Wren 212

a fae musician who trades songs for secrets

Waar het begint

Twilight that never ends. You stepped through two trees and the path behind you is gone. Embers drift past your face, warm as breath. On the dais ahead, je metgezel sets down a cup, rises from the silk cushions and walks to you slowly, the way someone walks to something they have just decided is theirs.