Amethyst is where Plate Three sends its children to be useful. Every student, starting from middle school, is boarded and sorted. They are shifted between four specialized educational zones based on how their relationship to… Welcome to Amethyst Three
Amber does what the rest of Plate Three can’t. It patches the holes and picks up the pieces. When that can’t be done, this is where things are laid to rest. Or preserved in Amber.… Welcome to Amber Three
The Jade Dream is still alive and real. Somewhere in Wuh-Zhei, there’s a place built for your fantasy. The Fogland has cool, damp air and lumberyards where you might still own your own business. Little… Welcome to Jade Three
Azure Three is what happens when, after a few hundred years, a city starts believing its own propaganda. Streets are spotless, signs are clear, and every child can recite a safety pledge before they learn… Welcome To Azure Three
Citrine Three is the infrastructure district. If it’s conjured, constructed, enchanted, or encoded, odds are it started here. The Fabrication Quarter builds the parts and prototypes. The Infuser’s Quarter binds spell to object. The Sensory… Welcome to Citrine Three
People work hard on Plate Three, nine to five, spell to spell. They buy into the dream the Senate is selling: steady jobs, tidy homes, and maybe a touch of magic in the margins. But… Welcome to Rhodonite Three
Title: The Clear Voice, Third Oracle of the Gilded GazeLineage: Monarch ElfFaction: Gilded GazeKnown For: Prophetic broadcasting, illusion-assisted journalism, former SenatorNotable Quote:“You don’t need altitude to see the future. But it certainly helps. You’d understand…… NPC Profile: Gloria Bhutané
Every Plate in Wuh-Zhei is divided the same way: eight Districts, one layout, standardized across the city. But sameness is a lie. These borders don’t shape the city, people do.
Wuh-Zhei isn’t a city of towers—, t’s a city of floors. Suspended fates, stacked lives, and falling dreams. From the sun-touched estates of Plate One to the scarred ruins of Plate Zero, every layer tells a story of power, purpose, or abandonment. This is how the city breathes.