Hello, and welcome to the Solstice Court! We are a group of Twitch streamers who play games, create art, and love to hang out with new friends.The Court contains four distinct realms, each belonging to a different member and season. These spaces are reflections of their worlds: from the hallowed grounds of the Soulhollow to the lively warmth of the Hatchery, the whispered divinations of the Oracle's Altar, and the whimsical curiosities of the Verdant Bounds.Please feel free to look around and join us amongst our other social platforms. Our official debut week on Twitch is 25Jan26 to 31Jan26 ❤️

Each Court member has their own character sheet outlining some personality basics, likes, dislikes, etc. You can also find some condensed character lore! If you see something on their sheet that sparks your curiosity, you can find each members individual websites under the socials tab.

Arcanae floods every world, weaving in and out of each domain, driving order and yet sowing chaos. No one knows how this balance was kept for so long without a watchful eye and a guiding hand, but much like the seasons, that changed. The Flux sent shockwaves that disturbed and even felled entire realms.

Summer was the first to suffer the Flux’s reach.In some realms, it is common knowledge that dragons are undoubtedly the litmus for the arcane health of the world. That is why the Flame was lit at The Hatchery - to protect dragons and by extension, their world. Generations had watched, tended, and doted on the Flame which warmed hearths and hatched dragons. When the Flame flickered, the caretaker of The Hatchery held everything in the realm together, performing a balancing act that would determine the fate not only of this realm, but many others. The Flux eventually passed, leaving the realm standing but not unharmed. The dragon population was severely affected, leaving the innate magics of the world out of balance.Cal grew up sitting wide-eyed at the feet of her mother and aunt’s chairs as they regaled her with stories about the bravery of her greatest uncle - the keeper who saved them all. Because of him, all keepers who followed knew the power of connection and how to stabilize the magics. Cal eventually took on the mantle and continued the restoration of the dragon population and, thereby, the stability of the realm.One day, a raven with unusual golden eyes landed on Cal’s sun-warmed wooden railings and called to her. “I have a message and a request.”

Thousands of years later, the Flux also came for Spring.The rough current of the Flux crashed down on the Verdant Bounds, realm of Spring, rattling loose years of dutifully tended gardens and distorting the land. Thistle, its keeper, tried to feel for the source of the onslaught, but it was wilder than their own chaos magic. They quickly moved to warding the Bounds, trying in vain to force the Flux out like redirecting water. Suddenly, Thistle realized that they’d underestimated the Flux as they felt the unthinkable happen.The delicate ecosystem they’d spent so long protecting was ripped from its place in the material plane, leaving only a vague path that the knowing traveler may use to find the apothecary fae and their shop. Worst of all to the homesick fae, their connection with Grand, the witch mother of their home just beyond the Verdant Bounds, was silent and cold. The deluge of the Flux ebbed as quickly as it had rushed in, leaving only a feeling of emptiness in its wake.Thistle warded and secured the Bounds, but it wasn’t enough - they were still far from where they had started. They tended what gardens remained and worked to repair the ones that had been disturbed. As they took the remains of a chamomile bunch into their hands and swallowed tears, a raven circled. Thistle recognized the unearthly raven when it landed. They often stopped in the Bounds for rest and they were always there, waiting patiently, as Thistle watched a patient move on from this life.“You felt it, too, huh?” They said with a tight laugh.“You aren’t alone. The other realms suffer as well,” it responded in a voice no one else could hear.

The Flux had yet to visit Autumn.The Autumn witch tipped her cup and drank the last of her tea, eager for a reading that might explain how the very air of her domain had changed. Her brow furrowed as the leaves took no shape. That was unusual for Onyx, High Priestess of the Oracle’s Altar. She stood, lit an incense stick and pulled a well-used deck of tarot cards from her shelf. “Don’t fail me now,” she murmured, pulling a card.The Tower.Her stomach sank. “Who is doing this? What’s happening?” she asked the deck, pulling another card.The Magician. And at the same time, another card fell out, landing at her feet. The Three of Swords.“Thank you - that’s so comforting,” she grumbled as she tucked the deck away. The unease in the air felt like it could spark any moment and yet, nothing was happening. “We’re on the precipice. I wonder what a fall would entail.”Cardamom, an ethereal ghost cat, leapt onto her owner’s table, "Mayhaps it is time to reach out to someone else?” Onyx’s lips pulled tight at the mention. Other people had never once been the solution to her problems. If anything, they made them worse.A sudden tap behind her sent Onyx spinning, only to find an ethereal raven perched on her covered crystal ball.“It’s only just beginning.”

Lurking in the shadows of Winter, the Flux quietly grew stronger.The Winter chill did not phase its android warden Roman as she sang, her voice echoing around the serene domain, The Soulhollow. Her companion, a white feathered, blue-eyed raven known only as The Wanderer, hovered briefly before taking his place on her shoulder, squawking in greeting. She smiled, looking over her flock - each raven a soul-seeker, a guide from life into death and beyond.How long had it been since her goddess last tended the flock? She touched her face where the humanoid mask cracked, exposing a warm orange-red light. Of course, there was no point in repairing something so cosmetic - her friends and charges were unperturbed by her slow aging as small cracks appeared in her shell and moss dappled her chest and face. Her realm respected the concept of time passing, of things changing. Such was the nature of the Soulhollow,In her goddess’ wake, the once peaceful Soulhollow seemed unsettled. In her heart, mechanical though it may be, she knew it was more than the loss of her goddess. Something in the ether was thinning unnaturally, the way paper wears thin from too much use. What would it even mean for the Soulhollow? She’d never doubted her ability to support the realm left in her care, but when she noticed snow beginning to thaw, she called on some of her most trusted soul seekers.“Find the other seasons. It is time to convene the Court.”

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