”Quo fas et gloria ducunt”

Ours is the realm of ironwood and unyielding oak. While Spades delve in the dirt and dust, their backs bent to a whimsical Queen, and Diamonds lose themselves in fleeting revelry, we are Clubs, the unyielding might of the Unseelie Court. We are the wall of will, shaped by the welcome bonds of discipline and honour. We defend the Unseelie court and its glittering palaces rests on our broad shoulders.

Let Spades have their grubby gardens, let Diamonds glitter and fade. We, the Clubs, hold fast to a bolder dream. We are where honour, strength, and unyielding righteousness paint the future in bold, bright strokes.

Yet, the battlefield whispers its own truths. A crown earned, not bequeathed, gleams brighter on a brow shaped by sacrifice and sweat. And so, beneath the weight of duty, a bolder dream stirs. For real power, incandescent and true, is forged in the crucible of earned right.

Special Rules for Clubs: Any Club cards can call out for help in doing their dare. Other Clubs can come help or split the dare into small pieces.

Finbar is the seven of Clubs.

He carries the hidden legacy of a gardener born in the rigid set of his shoulders. His back, once bent beneath the toil of the Unseelie gardens, is now ramrod straight. There's a calculated coolness to his stride, each step measured and purposeful as he navigates the city. It's the poise of a man who traded the groveling shame of Spades for the ordered fellowship of iron and oak.

When a challenger raises their gaze to his card pinned to his chest, they find none of the nervous bravado of the freshly ascended. Finbar's eyes are flint. He meets each dare with not a hint of swagger, but with the quiet certainty of discipline. Yet, sometimes, a flicker of unease shadows that certainty. He knows his worth and he will not relinquish his place in Clubs easily. But deep down, Finbar knows that power is fickle, fortune shifts and everything can change when a dare goes wrong…