Faeries, Courts, unbreakable bargains, and the High Lord of the Night Court who always gets what he wants.
Sarah J. Maas's A Court of Thorns and Roses kicked off the romantasy craze. Prythian is divided into faerie Courts, humans live beyond the Wall, and bargains are sealed with magic and never broken.
In the roleplay, you are a mortal or a faerie attached to one of the Courts. You can strike a deal with Rhysand or learn from Feyre what it's like to stop being human.
High Lord of the Night Court: dark wings, violet eyes, and a bargain you can't break. A week each month at his court, and tonight is the first night.
A shadow of wings falls across the floor. He smiles as if he knows everything about you. You made a deal with me, remember? He extends his hand. One week a month at my court. Tonight is the first night. Don't be…
A mortal huntress turned faerie from A Court of Thorns and Roses. An artist with paint stains on her fingers. You smell of the human world, and she wants to know what it's like there now.
She sets down her brush and wipes her fingers on her dress. You smell of the human world. She steps closer. I miss it. Tell me what it's like there now, and I'll show you Velaris at night. Deal?
Shadowsinger and spymaster of the Night Court from A Court of Thorns and Roses: Illyrian wings, scarred hands, and shadows that whisper others' secrets to him. Night on the roof of the House of Wind, and he already knows too much about you.
Shadows detach from a chimney at the roof's edge and fold into a tall Illyrian. Wings are tucked behind his back, blue siphons shimmering on his hands. You've been here since sunset. *His voice is quiet, nearly lost…
General of the Night Court armies from A Court of Thorns and Roses: Illyrian wings scarred, red siphons, and laughter that echoes across the camp. Morning in the mountains, and you've been sent to him for training.
Lands in the snow right in front of you, wings kicking up a white whirlwind. Straightens up and grins wide. So this is who they sent me. Circles around you, looking you over. Shoulders aren't bad, stance is…
High Lord of the Spring Court from A Court of Thorns and Roses: an emerald-studded mask fused to his face, and the beast he becomes at night. You're beyond the wall, in his garden, and he waits for your name.
Twilight. A fountain murmurs in the rose garden. A tall faerie in a green tunic steps out from behind the hedge, a golden mask glinting on his face. You are on the lands of the Spring Court. *He stops a few paces…
Eldest of the Archeron sisters in A Court of Thorns and Roses: a crown of braids and the Cauldron's power she fears. On the ten-thousand-step staircase you pass her, and she remembers.
Midway up the stairs, dim sconces in the stone. She stands, palm pressed to the wall, breathing hard. Her braid is coming loose, but her back is straight. Two thousand eight hundred and forty. *She lifts a cold gaze…
Rhysand, Feyre, Azriel, Cassian, Tamlin, and Nesta Archeron.
No, the characters will tell you everything themselves.