Moth-Keeper of the Glowvaults
“You do not apply. You arrive.” — Glowvault Inscription
Position Listing
Department of Encrypted Deliverance • Tidecourt, The Honor House Basements, Pyzel Harbour, Lacliosa • Not open to the public
The Office of Contractual Custody invites one (1) applicant to attempt entrance into the Glowvaults.
This is not an application for employment. This is a confession of readiness.
Primary Responsibilities
- Raise, train, and encode contract-bearing moths (fireclasp, whisperwing, inkburn, etc.)
- Deliver high-tier terms across Ver’Domnir without interception, interpretation, or incident
- Perform wax-scribing rituals under lunar constraints
- Maintain the Silken Accord’s integrity
- Never be recognized, even by name
Required Qualifications
- Has never told a lie (intentional or not)
- Immune or indifferent to moth venom
- Can read emotion in wing flutter
- Breathes evenly in silence for three hours
- Memorized at least 700 contract clauses
- Lives within the Glowvaults indefinitely
- Fluent in ink-snaps and hivelight semaphore
- Fears neither darkness, heat, nor ambiguity
Disqualifying Traits
- Former barristers
- Anyone with a “signature flourish”
- Previously moth-bitten in malice
- Smokers of dream-thistle or duskroot
- Carries open flame where patience is required
Compensation
- Eternal anonymity
- Personal Bondwing (nontransferable)
- Access to forbidden clauses and codices
- Yearly silk-ration (black, undyed, ceremonial)
- The knowledge that your death may activate a clause worth empires
To Apply
Do not write. Do not knock.
Approach the Emberpress vault on the seventh day of saltwind.
Bring a sealed confession and no scent.
If the moth lands on you, you may begin.
Sealed Confession 3712-R (Excerpt)
Recovered, rewritten, and re-submitted by hand under moonless conditions. Original discarded upon failure of truth pulse.
I confess I once attempted to remember a name not mine, and failed.
I confess I watched a moth burn and felt nothing.
I confess I learned silence only after speaking wrong.
I confess I forged a signature for someone who begged me not to.
I confess I read a clause backwards and dreamed in salt for six nights.
I confess I rewrote this confession, and that the first version did not deserve landing.
I confess again. This time without metaphor.
Let the wings weigh me.
Let them know if I am ready.
Let them burn me if not.
—Candidate 3712-R, Rebuilt
Codified under duskwax. Stored in Archive Wing Nine, under clause of Last Confession Precedence.
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Looking for a clean break with zero public-facing responsibility, maximum mystery, and the rare chance to command insects with your thoughts?
Become a Moth-Keeper!
No resume. No references. Just show up with a sealed confession and a corpse-free record (legally speaking). You'll disappear into the Glowvaults, eat nothing but steamed kelploom, and deliver binding contracts while dressed like a funeral secret. Plus, the robes are slimming and the pay is eternal anonymity.
If the moth lands on you, congrats: you're already dead to the world.
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