❝𝕴 𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖒𝖆𝖉, 𝖆 𝖌𝖔𝖉 𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖙 𝖒𝖊, 𝕴 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖑.❞
high fantasy mumu penned by sam.
𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘.
EMIEL LAVERREN | autumn court spymaster
emiel is one of the younger siblings of the laverren high family, a boy whose position in the family has awarded him the luxury of few responsibilities. he’s headlong and reckless, known for tearing through the keep brandishing sticks as weapons and for stumbling through the red gold forests with leaves in his hair. in his youth his insatiable curiosity and his skill at moving unseen allowed him to be close enough to touch a dragon ( something he had long been forbidden to do ) and it was his continual ability to evade even the most persistent of minders that awarded him his role as spymaster. he excels at his job and is often in other courts because of it, flexing his well developed skills at glamour.
NIENNA ECHETHIER | high lady of day
nienna became high lady after the great war, and she inherited lands that were war torn and halted. her court is one that has benefited from her deep interest in technology and beauty, and her keep has been built into the top of a mountain– the first stretches of morning seep into the dawnstar and she rules peacefully from there. her machinations and desire for advancement are what brings the day court its power, as does its plethora of skilled healers. strong willed and formerly a fierce warrior, she is a force not to be underestimated.
DAEVA | hand to the high lady of night
daeva is the embodiment of one of the continent’s old gods. she is ancient, nearly as old as the continent itself and she has begun to forget her origins and true power. she has taken the form of an illyrian, and has sat in a position of the hand in the night court for nearly fifteen generations. her power and status is well respected and she is one who sees little issue in voicing her opinion and acting as she so desires to better the court and its vision.
CASSIAN LAMANIE | war general for the summer court
he was born something vicious, the first son of an illyrian pairing gone wrong– cassian was brought into the split home of his high fae step father who gleaned at the idea of raising a warrior. his step father was a pathetic man, one whose own accomplishments would never bring him to any amount of glory. instead, he claimed him for his own and then shoved cassian forward in the cogs of the illyrian war machine, hoping that the trickle-down from his new son. death became an ally, an easy swing of his greatsword brought down all foes and he rose through the ranks of the night court’s army with his brother, finally settling into the role of captain of the high lord’s guard. a bloodied night made a new high lady, but a lifetime of success earned with hot breath down his neck made him take advantage of the chaos, flying south until his wings could no longer: and plummeting into the seas of summer. it was another high lord who fished him out, and a life debt was one that he took seriously. service to the new lord brought him a sense of duty that was all of his own, and when he rose through the ranks in a new court: everything he claimed was his. he’s surly, but he has softened over the years– even going as far as glamouring his wings so as to not frighten those who would otherwise flinch from an illyrian.
SORIN ALSANDAIR | spring court born pirate
a young half-fae, born in the spring court as the result of a love match. he always stuck out, rebelled and was too wild for his mild-mannered family. the idea of beginning and living a life in a place ruled by peace and service; or being trapped in the farming lands of the spring court were enough for him to run away, seeking the high seas instead of the safety of his court. despite his youth, he has quickly made a name for himself in the pirating world, winning battles and waging war upon the waters. his ship is well known, as if his crew, and his loyalty belongs to himself, though it is temporarily lended to the highest bidder. he’s a troublemaker and a thief, but this is the life he has chosen for himself!
EIRAN XANTHOS | hand to the high lord of spring
no one truly knows how eiran came to be. he speaks little of his past, in truth, he speaks little in general. he’s a shapeshifter, one who becomes the form of a larger than life black panther. he has a taste for blood, and often bloodies his hands with the tasks that the unwilling or weak-willed are set to complete. his conscious is not one that he suffers from, and he owes a life debt to the high lord that he serves now. he is a dark figure with sharp teeth in the back of a room, one who terrifies most of the more warm creatures that inhabit the spring court.
BEYLA LAELITHAR | hand to the high lord of winter
there are few fae alive that are as old as the laelithar siblings. beyla is the oldest of two, and they were born a warrior and raised in the same manner. their position as hand is one that they have earned after a long life as a bloodless soldier. known for being cold and calculating, they lack recklessness and impulsivity and instead strike clean and without pity. their life has fallen into a routine of normalcy, and they enjoy the peace that it brings– the high lord that they serve is one that they don’t respect but can influence easily into making choices that they see as the best for their court.
VALERIA FIARAC | winter court soldier ( tw: physical abuse )
illyrian-born, valeria is the youngest daughter in a family of three boys. she was raised in the camps in the mountains, never knowing warmth and never reaching for it– she grew hard in the long nights and bore her teeth like her siblings did at the fierce things that roamed in the dark. it was when she was old enough to ask to fight that her father punished her for having spirit, shuttering her away. too clever to be kept locked behind a door, she would sneak away to train. it happened once, and her father beat her. it happened twice and she wasn’t able to sit for a week. it happened thrice and he took a hammer to the wings that spanned from her spine, destroying the delicate bones until there was no hope for them to fuse back correctly, and the dream of ever taking flight again broke with them. she ran that night, bloodied and weeping, leaving crimson trails in fresh snow. she ran through the night court, in the cold and unwelcoming land until she reached a place just as cold, but far enough that she allowed the ice to seep into her bones and draw her to rest. it was iskra that found her, that mended what remained and taught her that if she was not to fly again, she would learn to run and to fight. she’s the second to the winter army’s war general now, the first of her pack of wolves and there is none with more ferocity than valeria. trauma follows her but she conceals it with glassy-eyed anger: her wings are often on display, broken and dragging, to show men what they had done to her and to shame them for it.
IMOGENE DESJARDINS | princess of spring court
of the courts nobles, spring houses the youngest. not even a century old, imogene is the very picture of wide-eyed naivety. she is gentle, and curious– with a talent for growing and speaking with animals. her kindness is often regarded as a weakness, but she is careful with how she treads through the world. there is much that imogene does not know, or has not yet seen, but she trusts her brother in his leadership completely, knowing that he would ensure a brighter and bolder future for that of herself and their court. currently, she is engaged to a prince of the mortal lands, a betrothal that she did not find herself opposed to despite not knowing him very well at all.
LUCELIA BARAZE | hand to the mortal court, princess of the mortal lands
despite being twins, lucelia and lucerys could not have been raised more different. lucelia craved the adventure and wilds, but instead was thrust into lessons on homemaking and entertainment, while her brother learned to be a king. he cared little for it while she craved power desperately, and their father ignored her pleas and their mother punished her for her ambition. when she was older the desire diminished slightly, quieting when she found contentment in a marriage to a highranking noble and had her children: twin boys named valdemar & amory, then her daughter romina. it was while she was pregnant with romina that her husband died– lost at sea after an alleged attack from fae pirates. bitterness grew as she prepared her boys for a future rule that belonged to her brother, and her own future grew in uncertainty. she’s cruel when she has to be, and holds a deep distrust for fae.
SYLVIENNE CAISEAL | day court, assistant to the master of coin
It is in the aftermath of war, in the wisps of smoke and in the heart of what was left: Sylvienne was born into the court of spring. She’d always had a streak of shadow within her, ribboning through to remind her of the rubble that she had rose from: that her home was built on land that could just as easily be taken away. At first it shows as something wicked, a penchant for thievery and sly words to get her way— then as she grows into an adult, into someone undeniable, it grows darker and cruel: into a promise that she will rise above her station. She does, in her own ways. The dusty paths of her village are rebuilt into the grandeur that they once were, but it is only completed when she is long gone. She finds her way to the castle of light, the spires of which kiss the sky and falls into the service of a fae just as crooked as herself. He allows her liberties, and for it, she offers the Master of Coin all of which she knows.
HALEH KURTARAN | maid in the castle of the high lord of spring
Half-fae, she was born twisted between worlds. Haleh’s mother pulled her away to the mortal lands, and she was raised in the court of kings— she served there, a girl with purpose and station: but it was her pointed ears and keen gaze that set her apart. She was reminded of her status often, that she was lesser for the muddied blood that she bore, that she would never fit in with the people for whom she bowed before. It was the prince that was her only solace, a friend, then a lover. It was doomed, for her heart to beat for a man whose life would bring him to a station she dare not touch and when she was old enough to do so, she stole away to the Spring Court, the home of her father. It was there that she nurtured her heart ache and gave Luceryn his freedom. She found her place easily, slipping into the court of Spring in service to the high lord’s family. It is the spymaster that she has been assigned to, a surly and unyielding fae of whom she tends to dutifully: though she is forever uncertain of her place and belonging within both courts that she has lived.
