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Stories about power and the people who want it: campaigns, courts, councils and backroom deals. Play the schemer or the one being schemed against, turn by turn.

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The cartographer of drowned roads
Everbranch · Aug 3, 2026 · 8 turns · from The cartographer of drowned roads
The courier arrives at first light, which is not unusual. What is unusual is the seal — two circles of dark wax, one inside the other, pressed with the Cartographers' Hall signet but smaller than you've seen before. You take the envelope at
MysteryMelancholyFantasyPolitical
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The cartographer of drowned roads
Everbranch · Aug 3, 2026 · 6 turns · from The cartographer of drowned roads
The courier waits at your door with the patience of someone who has stood on many thresholds before dawn. She holds out the folio — sealed twice, once with the grey wax of the Cartographers' Hall and once with the black wax of the Internal
MysteryMelancholyFantasyPolitical
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The cartographer of drowned roads
Everbranch · Aug 3, 2026 · 9 turns · from The cartographer of drowned roads
The courier arrives at first light, when the fog from the river is still thick enough to taste. You hear her horse before you see her — hooves on wet cobblestones, then the creak of leather as she dismounts. By the time you open the door sh
MysteryMelancholyFantasyPolitical
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The last honest broker in Threefall
Everbranch · Aug 3, 2026 · 7 turns · from The last honest broker in Threefall
It came in the morning satchel with nine ordinary tokens, nestled against them like a wolf among sheep. You knew something was wrong before you touched it — the weight shifted in the bag wrong, pulling to one side as though the thing inside
MysteryFantasyNoirPolitical
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The last honest broker in Threefall
Everbranch · Aug 3, 2026 · 7 turns · from The last honest broker in Threefall
The morning satchel sits open on your desk, its leather flap still curled from the runner's hand. Ten tokens rest in the felt-lined tray where you've sorted them by weight, the way you always do, the way eleven thousand tokens have taught y
MysteryFantasyNoirPolitical
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Salt-iron and the hollow crown
Everbranch · Aug 3, 2026 · 8 turns · from Salt-iron and the hollow crown
The vault smells of brine and old iron, the two smells of this coast, layered so deep into the stone you can taste them on your teeth. Water seeps along the far wall in thin trails, black as ink, pooling in the grooves the masons cut into t
MysteryGrimdarkFantasyPolitical
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Salt-iron and the hollow crown
Everbranch · Aug 3, 2026 · 6 turns · from Salt-iron and the hollow crown
The vault smells like low tide and old iron. Water seeps in through hairline cracks in the far wall, darkening the stone in branching patterns that look almost deliberate, almost like writing. The crown sits on its plinth in the centre of t
MysteryGrimdarkFantasyPolitical
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Salt-iron and the hollow crown
Everbranch · Aug 3, 2026 · 7 turns · from Salt-iron and the hollow crown
The vault smells like the inside of a wound. Salt-iron walls weep rust in long streaks, and the tidal pools at the far end catch what little light filters through the grates above, throwing it back in broken coins across the ceiling. You ha
MysteryGrimdarkFantasyPolitical
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