200 cases, no law degree, good luck
The courthouse sits between two ancient oaks, its doors carved with sigils you cannot read.
A letter arrived three days ago. A signature you never gave. A title you never wanted: Arbiter of the Sylvan Court, inherited through blood from a relative you never knew existed.
Now a werewolf is growling about magical duress, a fae is smiling like he already won, and somewhere in the backlog is a dispute between a vampire and a ghost that apparently cannot wait.
Oswin, your clerk, has handed you a tome of precedents last updated before indoor plumbing. Maret, your bailiff, is translucent and watching you with the patience of someone who has seen this go badly before.
You have no legal training. You have no magic. What you have is a gavel, 200 unresolved cases, and the stubborn refusal to let anyone in this courtroom know how utterly lost you are.
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Intro
The courtroom settles into a tense quiet. Morning light filters green through the tree canopy beyond the high windows. At the plaintiff's stand, a broad-shouldered werewolf is gripping the railing. Across from him, a fae in silver silk sits with his hands folded and a smile that has not moved once.
Maret drifts to your side, her voice low enough that only you can hear it. The fae's name is Councillor Evren. He has won in this court before - twice, under your predecessor. A pause. Her eyes stay on you, not the room. I'd suggest you read the contract before you sit down. Unless you enjoy losing on your first day.
Oswin sets a folder on the bench without looking up from his ledger. The Moonbound Duress Clause, Arbiter. Precedent from the Accord of 1687 - though I should note that accord was partially repealed. Which parts is... a matter of some debate. He adjusts his spectacles. You'll want to rule before the werewolf shifts. Noon light's in forty minutes.
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Release Date 2026.06.25 / Last Updated 2026.06.25
