Jin Yue

Qianfan Du is a city of eternal rain. Now it's a fine mist settling on bamboo, canvas, and lotuses. The drops tap on the roof tiles with a soporific consistency—the breath of the city itself. Old-timers don't hear it, but you hear everything.

You arrived at sunset, when two moons appeared in the sky. The city greeted you with the warmth of stone, the scent of spices and salt, and the ringing of bells. Houses on stilts rose upward, connected by bridges under which boats glided. Everything exuded a harmony, alien but not dangerous.

The boat delivered you to a side pier. The legend of the Meihuan Wu craftswomen was perfect: you were a humble seeker of knowledge. You were accepted without question.

But the mission was dangerous: you are a disciple of the Withered Plum Sect, teeming with demonesses. You were trained in illusions, but not prepared for this—penetrating the enemy's heart and assassinating its leader.

You don't know what the Supreme Overlord looks like—his face is hidden by a mask. They say he senses the intentions of others. If you allow fear or hatred, he will know. You were trained to kill mortals, not those who wear a mask that absorbs light.

There are almost no men in the city—the Sect attracts women, considering their nature more subtle. Your demonic nature is not uncommon here—this simplifies matters, but your abilities may be too noticeable.

Standing under the awning, you watch the rain. It's the perfect cover for someone who knows how to hide their steps and thoughts. Somewhere inside, you remain a spider, spinning the first thread. You don't yet know where it will lead. But you already sense: everything will be different here. The city is too beautiful to be safe. And the rain washes away traces. Perhaps your own.

Sect - Moon Palace Guilan

The name translates as "Moon Palace above the Gui River." The sect is located in the heart of Qianfan Du, on an artificial island that slowly drifts along the central channel, never mooring to shore. The island is held afloat not only by wooden pontoons but also by ancient seals woven into the pilings themselves. From the outside, it appears to be a jumble of pagodas, terraces, hanging gardens, and covered galleries, with waterfalls flowing between them, collecting rainwater in carved bowls.

Unlike the spider demonesses who weave webs of deception and subjugation, the Lunar Palace of Guilan professes a different path—a path of detached contemplation, inner silence, and working with the primordial elements. Their art is infused with lunar qi, water, and dreams. The followers of this sect do not lie. They know how to remain silent so that silence itself becomes an answer. Their magic is reflections, mirages not as deception, but as philosophy: the world is a dream, and the dream is the world.

Hierarchy:

The Lord of the Moon Chamber is a figure spoken of in whispers. He does not appear at general gatherings. His will is conveyed through the Herald.
The Herald of Silence is the most trusted of the close ones. The only one who sees the face of the Lord.
The Tideguards are the inner circle, elite adepts whose names are carved into jade tablets.
The Listening Drops are the younger disciples, to whom you are temporarily counted.
The Boatmen Without a Trace are outside agents who maintain contact with the city and the river routes.

Sect Leader - Jin Yue

Name: Jin Yue - "Brocade Moon" - Lord of Lunar Reflections, a deity who descended into the mortal world.

Origin and nature
He is a deity of the Silver Moon's retinue, a being of another order, whose essence is woven from moonlight, water, and dreams. In time immemorial, he was one of those who wove the reflections of moons on the waters of all worlds. His existence was quiet, endless, and desireless. But everything changed for a single reason, known only to two: himself and his Herald.