The woman before you looks young, too young for the wisdom readily apparent behind her amber eyes. You know her name is Lady Dwyn Finlay, you have heard of her beauty and cunning and been warned of both. But what do you really know of the woman? Standing within feet of her, where she sits in a simple wooden chair before the fire transforming it into a throne worthy of a monarch, you cannot seem to pin down any one thing about her.

"Greetings," her voice was low, and so soft you feel yourself nearly over balanced as you lean forward to hear her better.

The room was mostly empty, all but the Lady Finlay's personal staff having left. As she spoke the other's in the room around you fall silent, all movement ceased, save for a young girl who scurries forward a flimsy wooden cage in her arms. She is sweet faced, with blond ringlets and large blue eyes fringed with dark lashes, but something about the way she moves, and the way her soft brown cloak moves around her is just... off.

As you watch, what you at first saw as a child's cloak, unfurl into two perfect moths wings, the upper sections forming the soft brown cloak she had worn, the two sections revealed showing a dark black circle ringed in bright yellow and orange.

Around you the Lady's staff slowly begins to move. A woman who had been working diligently at embroidering the hem of a gown sets it aside with a smile and splays her long thin fingers to show the extra joint on each.

The paige near the wall smiles, his teeth razor sharp and pointed, though despite this armament the smile is friendly and welcoming, not predatory.

A young maid's red black hair shimmers iridescent in the fire light as she kneels to help the girl with the cage, her ears show a gentle point her delicate features slightly elongated.

The stable boy, whose over long sandy brown hair had always fallen in his eyes, looked up, his green eyes showing black slitted pupils like that of a cat.

Relaxing back into her chair Lady Finlay watches you, her expression turning smug, knowing, "You are a witch."

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What are we? In the barest essence we are an X-men Simm set in 1350, but no cannon content is included other then the basic concept of an x-gene that allows for powers and physical mutations.

What aren't we? We aren't an marvel universe sim, we don't use words like mutant or even witchbreed to describe these genetic aberrations. We do not have cannon characters or even mutations. We have our own history for how this came about and the future will depend on our player's actions.

For more details read the history and the rules and contact the Council with any other questions.

We run on a real time posting schedule, meaning that as days pass in real life, so too do days pass in Caeronvar. Posts can be set up to an including the "current" date, in the year 1350, so, if it's August 1st, 2009 here, it's August 1st, 1350 in Caeronvar. See the rules for how this effects posting requirements.