welcome to Midsummer
Welcome to the wilds of Faerie, where deception and intrigue wind through the courts of the fae. Revels overflow with excess, beauty, and betrayal, while the students of the Iris Academy learn to take their place in a world where nothing is ever as it seems. Now, as a blue moon rises, the reigning High Court prepares to make peace with the Undersea, but peace is not something that rises easily from the ashes. Beware wandering into a faerie circle, mortals, and never strike a bargain with the fae; they may not be able to lie, but they are always hiding something.
Midsummer is a character-driven, fae folklore, text-based RPG site, founded 3 September 2023 by admins SeaJem + M. We are a collective of writers from a variety of backgrounds and histories, and we value community, character development, and sharing a love of writing. Feel free to look around and explore—but don’t go too far, or it may be hard to leave.
Site Updates
September 2024 (IC Fall):
Fall is here in Faerie, as the Garden Party and related events continue. Several different plots are beginning as winter creeps in, including the Northern Rebellion, the Viola's Greatest Threat, and the Undersea's Traitor. Information on all of these plots will be released through September and October and all are availiable to all members. The Iris Academy has reopened, and some positions at the High Court have become available, largely those of advisors.
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Site Lore
The Faewild is comprised of four Cardinal Courts, plus the ruling High Court and the Undersea. The Seelie Courts, North and South, are slightly more traditional and straightforward (as much as the fae ever are), which their Unseelie counterparts to the East and West are duplicitous and wild.
Farthest south, beneath the waves, lies the Undersea, home to the pearl-encrusted Sunken City. The Undersea fae are a proud people—perhaps too much so, according to some of their counterparts on dry land. All of the Faewild is ruled by the High Court, whose power is personified in the High King and Queen. By wearing this crown, they take on the spirit of the Faewild; their hearts beat with the heart of the land. Beware, and choose your words carefully: the fae are a capricious and tricky people, as fickle as they are cunning, and their rulers are the most of all.
the killer doesn't understand {Julius}
Guinivere Marcel
Admin
high queen of faerie
Assassin
SeaJem
24
Mortal
Fear will be your enemy and death its consequence
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Post by Guinivere Marcel on Oct 13, 2023 0:28:43 GMT
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[break][break] You pushed me in [break]
And now my feet can't touch the bottom of you
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Guinivere stared at the vials before her. It was her choice. Technically. [break][break]
She knew that she could refuse, that she could say that she could bear this weakness, that she could turn around and walk into Julius' office. She knew he would never show any disappointment, any anger. She knew that he would never mention it again. [break][break]
She knew it would eat at her. [break][break]
She was mortal. She could lie. But she felt it-- she felt every last bit of it-- when she did. She felt the way the fae looked at her, with mixed disgust and fear. She hated how much she enjoyed it when they feared her. [break][break]
Sometimes she wondered why Julius had chosen poisons for her. Was it easy than teaching her to fight? Or did he see that it wasn't that much of a stretch, that this mithridatism wouldn't change anything, that poison already ran in her veins? Did he she the bloodline she hated and the bloodline she was shamed for? Or was she letting him too much into her head, again? [break][break]
Their relationship was always too many questions and not enough answers. Her whole life was being hated for blood that she couldn't control. She wasn't sixteen anymore, but sometimes it felt like nothing had changed. [break][break]
Guinivere picked up the poisons. One thing had changed. This was her choice now. And she could lie, but now she wouldn't. [break][break]
Someone like her couldn't bear any weakness. [break][break]
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Post by sailingalone on Oct 14, 2023 4:02:06 GMT
Julius' pen quit its thin scratching. He stared at the paper, correspondence and orders for one of his eyes and an ear. He suddenly felt like some horrific beast, a silhouette of a faerie, skin laced with open eyes and other sensory organs. He shut them all in his mind as he laid back in his chair, left hand clasping his mouth as his right tapped a now dry quill at the desk. He'd laid the groundwork for something marvelous, the next sentence of his missive was already planned, as was its delivery by a pigeon immunized to the contact poison on the letter's seal, and the warehouse in which he was writing it. It had all been thought out.
so why was it he simply couldn't write?
The pieces were beginning to move, the standstill between the surface and the undersea courts was beginning to even, a calm that he would not allow to settle fully lest the rivalries and trysts of the courts become less suitable as cover for the disarray Julius intended to sow. He needed time, but the heirs to the throne of high king were maturing, the transition point was on the horizon, and he had spent enough time building the infrastructure that maintained his secrecy, his safety. The safety of the pieces he valued.
It was raining, a soft roar along the windows. Static. It had been some time since he'd been to the world of mortals. He wondered if Guinevere missed that place. He'd brought her, delivered her, from a mental and emotional cell. Had he given her something better by taking her to a place he didn't control? Did she think so? He had, even if it didn't feel that way to either of them.
He'd given her the choice, as he always did, but he already knew what she'd say. The fae played in poisons, and soon she'd be immune, the games they liked to play wouldn't be able to take her from him. It was a dangerous gift, but one he gave dearly all the same. It would be painful but it was for the best. For both of them. She was safe.
A dull noise, its blunt edge pierced the rain like a stiletto.
that was-
In a rare moment, Julius Auyn's work could be seen from the outside of the window, and was left incomplete. Julius was not in the room anymore, his hand on the doorknob to the room he'd given her. There was no hesitation as he opened it, overtaken by the clinical urgency that he allowed to envelop him.
She's safe. She is safe. Because I'm here.
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Guinivere Marcel
Admin
high queen of faerie
Assassin
SeaJem
24
Mortal
Fear will be your enemy and death its consequence
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Post by Guinivere Marcel on Oct 21, 2023 0:01:06 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","Lost"] [break] | | 318 Words | | Don't have an outfit in mind lol |
[break][break] You pushed me in [break]
And now my feet can't touch the bottom of you
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Guinivere had been standing up, holding the vials. She took the poisons. She sat down to test if she felt different, but mostly she just felt sluggish. She stood up to go outside, to check her flowers, to get some sunlight. And then she wasn't standing up anymore. She didn't know where she was. [break][break]
Guinivere heard her door fly open. Her door didn't lock. She had many different rooms in so many different houses and yet she didn't think a single one of her doors locked. Her room was almost always the nicest in the house other than Julius'. But her doors never ever locked. Should that bother her? It was ridiculous to be thinking about it now. [break][break]
She turned her head. Was she on the ground? The angles were so strange now. Her light shouldn't be that far away. And the door shouldn't look like that. It was an odd moment when instinct and panic took over and she realized she had passed out. She struggled to push herself up but she couldn't move. She was shaking all over. Had she been drugged?[break][break]
This was the whole reasons she was doing this. She didn't salt her poisons. That would take away the effects, at least of the magical ones. But this was a brutal reminder that she was still vulnerable. She always had been. [break][break]
And it was not different now. She couldn't think straight. Her heart was going too fast. Everything seemed wrong and blurry. She didn't even know which poison she had overdone. It had to be one of the poisons, didn't it? [break][break]
She hated it, a little bit, the relief she felt when she saw it was Julius. But it was always him. It didn't matter if it was in the beginning when he found her when she first came to faerie or her first knife or her first kill. It had always been him. [break][break]
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