Do Not Go Gentle Into That Dark Night
By Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


To Whom it May Concern,

Myself and the other Monarchs (yes, you read that right) sent out a letter over eighteen months ago. Since then we have done the impossible.

When the Gentleman came, we held him off, with grit and sacrifice, we persisted. More than persisting, we took back what was ours, fought through it together.

You may have noticed Oaths returning to the world after they had been lost three years ago or so. You may have noticed Goblin Vows and the magic of Sealings and Bargains all returning and spreading throughout the world. Magics we thought lost are returning to us and more besides.

More than that, we have formed a Freehold – The Hero’s Call – and with it four Courts to serve as a foundation and wheel to turn. We have wrought Approaches in magic and law, and with them we have forced back the Gentry and taken a single step.

He took our Courts from us, and so we have taken them back.

For now there are only four, but we have hopes that this magic and this defiance may spread. Listen now, for I shall name them.

The Court of Concrete is a Court of Survivors in a world that wants us dead. They spread solace to the dispossessed and those lost in the dark, overlooked and forgotten. They trade in secrets, for they now the power of what goes unknown, unspoken, unseen. They are caretakers and information brokers, and with them we are given wisdom.

The Court of Glass is a Court of Seers in a world that wants us blind. They devour every scrap of lore and knowledge they can find and spread what they learn so that all may see as clearly as they do. They find the truth in things, and seek out what has been forgotten and spread light to even the darkest corners, seeing all of the darkest parts of the world and knowing its dread without flinching. They are researchers, and skeptics, and with them we are given momentum.

The Court of Neon is a Court of Celebrants in a world that wants us to suffer. We rage against all those who would define us or destroy us, and lift our hands and each other up so that we are not crushed under the weight of the world. We are angry and we are loud and we are unapologetically ourselves and we stand on the front lines of every battle – physical, social, or mental – and draw lines in the sand. We are fighters of every stripe, and with us we are given strength.

The Court of Silver is a Court of Excellence in a world that would diminish us. They are masters of what they set out to be, from duelists to diplomats. The only thing that unites them is how brightly they shine, and their commitments to be first among equals, every last one of them. Their greed pushes them higher and further to achieve heights thought previously impossible. They are exemplars to a fault, and with them we are given power.

We offer an invitation to you, whoever you are reading this. If you have found this letter, then know that there is a place for you, if you wish it. I cannot promise you safety, but I will promise you comrades in arms to stand beside, and a way to fight however best fits you. I promise you that if we die, we shall die together, standing up for our kind and each other and ourselves. I promise you that we will give the best chance we can to do more than just survive.

We will give you the best chance we have to win.

Our highest regards,
Michael, the King of Neon and High King of Hero’s Call
Elizabeth Tranchant, the Queen of Silver
Elias Grimme, the King of Concrete
Reynard the Black Fox, the King of Glass