Post by The Wyrd on Aug 22, 2020 18:22:21 GMT -8
The Autumn Court of Las Vegas casts a vast shadow over the Mojave Desert. The Witch King of the Leaden Mirror has reigned for as long as anyone can remember, far exceeding any natural lifespan of the Lost. Pagan rituals dating back to the 1800s have adapted with the march of time. The myriad of cultures that have taken power within the transient State have integrated various practices deemed more effective than the last. These patterns follow threads of logic that only the courtiers seem to be able to trace, looking to occult studies and themes in folklore which have stood the test of time. Fall has remained the vanguard of research and adaptations to the whims of the Seasons to keep the wards strong in a city that shouldn't exist.
There is a secret known only to those within the Baron Samedi's court; the members are not vocal about the rot that has taken the crown. Their king is quietly acknowledged as senile, or something akin. The distracted monstrosity engulfs the throne in forms barely comprehensible to True Sight, bending reality around him in ways that shouldn't. He holds open court, available to speak with in a familiar way that is unheard of to the feudal society the Lost. Whether one attends to the indirect invitation depends on their state of mind.
Lord Samedi's knights circle the edges of corruption, waiting for a signal that the behemoth has finally toppled. Only the Autumn Courtiers know that the Leaden Mirror is largely fractured, the fiefdoms self regulated to whatever political aims the liege lord deigns the proper focus for the Harvest. Disagreements are deadly, and tensions are as brittle as the ice that hides the stagnating pond.
Knights under this court are stationed in Paradise, with the expectation of running several neighbourhoods and businesses that support those sworn to their fiefdom.
Autumn carries the focus of discovery, and reaping the harvest of the risks involved. The Knights are leaders in research programs, or general maintenance of the Freehold's occult needs.
There is a secret known only to those within the Baron Samedi's court; the members are not vocal about the rot that has taken the crown. Their king is quietly acknowledged as senile, or something akin. The distracted monstrosity engulfs the throne in forms barely comprehensible to True Sight, bending reality around him in ways that shouldn't. He holds open court, available to speak with in a familiar way that is unheard of to the feudal society the Lost. Whether one attends to the indirect invitation depends on their state of mind.
Lord Samedi's knights circle the edges of corruption, waiting for a signal that the behemoth has finally toppled. Only the Autumn Courtiers know that the Leaden Mirror is largely fractured, the fiefdoms self regulated to whatever political aims the liege lord deigns the proper focus for the Harvest. Disagreements are deadly, and tensions are as brittle as the ice that hides the stagnating pond.
Knights under this court are stationed in Paradise, with the expectation of running several neighbourhoods and businesses that support those sworn to their fiefdom.
Autumn carries the focus of discovery, and reaping the harvest of the risks involved. The Knights are leaders in research programs, or general maintenance of the Freehold's occult needs.
