Planned Release Date: Nov 5, 2026

About This Game

You never go on the adventure. You only decide who does.

Your grandfather Karl left you an adventurers' guild and alehouse at the edge of Eldenmarch: a counter, a board, a bar, a hole in the roof, and a book full of the things he knew.

What is out there

The road, the fen and the old quarry are full of things that take sheep, and sometimes people. Thunderboars and dire wolves, cave bears and wyverns, giant spiders, great worms under the fields, goblins, orcs and trolls, and once a year something with a name. The petitioner only knows that the stock is going missing. Send somebody to look first, and you will know what it is, and what it will take.

Petitioners make light of what a job asks, or keep it back. A creature with a name is strong from the start: each time it turns a group back, the town is hurt, and left alone it does not go away. Failures one after another bring orcs and goblins in numbers. When it is beyond the hall, the lord and the kingdom can be asked.

A week

In the morning, whoever has come to the counter tells you what they need. By day you pin work to the board and spend your three errands for the week: look at a job before you post it, ask around about a group, or take the cart's haul into town while it still fetches a price. In the evening you stand at the door, and whoever is due back comes in. Or does not. At night you pour at the bar. Upstairs, there is the book, and the week's sums.

The sheet you write

Every job goes out on a sheet in your hand. How much goes to them. How plainly you write the danger. Whether they may turn back. The sheet also says what the hall pays if it goes wrong. Nobody makes you tell the truth, and until somebody has looked, the board only knows what the petitioner said.

The people who sign it

The groups on your bench read the sheet and decide whether to go. Write the danger plainly and grant the right to turn back, and they come to trust the hall. Leave the warning off, and the report that comes through the door will tell you what it cost, in words, because the fight is never shown. Every death can be traced back to a warning somebody chose not to write. A week somebody does not come back, the room goes quiet, and a quiet room does not sign. The churchyard helps, a little.

The name of anybody who does not come back is chalked on the wall by the door, then cut into the wood. Anybody sent without the danger written down is cut in red.

Ale takes a week at the least. Brew before the cellar runs dry.

Karl's note, and the knock at night

Karl left a note with the brewery. It falls due at the end of every season, more each time. What the box cannot meet goes on the brewery's slate, and the bar's takings go across to him until it is clear.

Some nights something knocks with no warning: a runner from a party that is out, a stranger bleeding on the step, a fire in the kitchen, somebody you turned away come back, a letter from home. You answer before morning, and either answer can come back the wrong way weeks later. Every precaution has a shadow, too. Careful people turn back early from work they could have done. Bandits kept off the hall go out on the road.

The year, bound

A year runs from spring to winter and the old quarry at the end of it. It ends in one of several ways, and what lies under the quarry is not the same in every town. However it ends, it is bound into a book with your name on the spine, to read again, print at A5, or send to someone else.

Keep the town alive

The hall's work is to keep the town alive. A hall that goes under can open again; a town left empty is the end of it. In a town of many years you spend on a district's wall, ditch and keep, on guards, stores, help from outside and a share in the merchants' house. A town grown old brings works in stone and the town's great work, and from the thirtieth year a work in stone can be raised once more, to its finest. Send a group on the rounds, and it walks the most troubled district the hall still works; that week the trouble there settles a little. And the troubles come in as the years go on.

A town nobody waits for

Keep your hall in a town with up to a hundred others. Every hall starts in the town's first week and plays at its own pace. The halls ahead leave their marks on the weeks you have not reached: their dead are stones in your churchyard from the week they fell, their troubles are talk at your bar, and what they lost in the fens can turn up in your hands with a note of whose it was. Stand at another hall's stone and that hall hears of it. A town can last one year or fifty. Open it in a friends-only Steam lobby and invite friends from the overlay: no address, no port. Your game keeps the town, and your friends play on while it is closed.

The name, and who comes after you

The silver in the box is spent by the end of every year. The hall's name is what carries. A high name brings better hands to the door and bigger work to the board; a low one brings whoever has nowhere else to go. Some weeks you bet: brew winter ale for a festival that may not happen, lay in food against a famine that may not come, send someone after a creature that has a name. War, plague and flood come when they come. What you do afterwards is still yours. In a long town the keeper grows old, and after the twelfth year the hall passes to someone who once came in through the door.

No fight to play and no gore on screen. The deaths are in the reports, and they are yours.

When you are lost

The first time you meet a scene, Alfrance the apothecary lays a slip once: what is happening, what comes of it if nothing changes, and what can be done. Beside a greyed button, "Why?" tells you the same. "Try one spring (12 weeks)" on the title plays a single spring.

Streaming and videos

Stream it and post videos of it wherever you like, and monetize them with your platform's own features (ads, memberships, tips). You don't need to ask us. Clips and edits are fine too. Please put the game's name in the title or description. Please don't share the game's files, or sell its music on its own.
In Settings, "Streaming" makes the text larger and keeps the bottom-right corner clear for a camera. "Viewer names" gives your viewers' names to new adventurers. Every town has a number, and viewers who type it in play the same town.
Every town deals a different cast and a different answer under the quarry, and the ending turns on how you play, so a stream rarely spoils anyone's own year. You can also share a town with friends, each keeping your own hall.

AI Generated Content Disclosure

The developers describe how their game uses AI Generated Content like this:

The scenes, portraits and item pictures in this game, and the store art, were made with AI image-generation tools under the developer's direction. The paper and dark of the screens and the guild's red seal come from public-domain prints of the 15th to 17th centuries. Most of the written text, including the Japanese translation, was drafted with an AI model under the developer's direction and revised by hand. Music and sound effects were synthesised procedurally without AI. Nothing is generated by AI while you play.

Mature Content Description

The developers describe the content like this:

Adventurers are hurt and die off-screen, and the reports describe it in words; no blood or gore is shown. The player runs an alehouse and serves ale. The game deals with grief and loss.