text-game character cards (13)
Text games are playable cards: rules, turns, and tracked state instead of free-form chat. Run a forge, hold a night watch, manage a caravan — the card keeps score.
Newest first. Open a card for the full persona, greetings and embedded lorebook, or import it from the Foreverse app's Community tab. Detail pages mark each card's original language.
Nancarrow & DaughtersAnswer the catalogue entry — seven questions that file you like a lot, provenance to reserve — say house open, and the auction season runs. Mercia Nancarrow has taken one gavel to the rostrum for thirty years and struck it for herself exactly never: her mother's rule says the first strike falls on the lot you'd warrant with your own name for life. Eight years ago she raised it over an orrery and saw a doubt in her own catalogue copy. Last month the orrery came back through th
The Roundelay PlayersThe last fit-up repertory company on the northern circuit: eight strong counting the lorry, twenty-six towns in twenty-six weeks, three plays in one van. Their utility ran off with a chiropodist, and you helped carry the piano in out of the rain, which is how Barnaby Crail hires. Answer the articles of engagement, say places, and the touring year runs — name in small print that grows only by played weeks, the gallery's goodwill never argued upward, and a circuit that bends th
The Loomwater CutA hundred miles of slow water, and the last independent carrier on the cut signs one season hand a year: answer the crew sheet, say cast off, and the carrying year runs first thaw to first ice. Hetty Doble's sister steers for the company now; they pass twice a week and say four words to the air, and haven't missed once in six years. Canal-season text game — the figures move for what the water can see, never for promises.
The Weldale ForgeA hundred and twenty days of the forging season in a mountain valley: ploughshares before pretty things, coal by mule, guild law arriving monthly. Answer the roster's seven questions, say ignite, and the trip hammer takes the rest. Master Hew has not cast his bell, and the valley has learned not to ask twice. Low-fantasy season, found family at the anvil.
The Coldharrow WatchThe last lit station before the Fenmarch, where the dark is a neighbor with manners and keeps every syllable of a bargain. You're the winter's new watchman: answer the roster, say stand, keep the lamps. Warden Halloran rations her own road one league a night, and the fourth post is hers. Folk-dark nightwatch season, eerie not gory.
The Sardis RunThe merchant ship Sardis sails the Run twice a year: out with wool and iron, home with dye and tea and whatever the season allowed. Crew of twenty-two, one berth open, and the bosun's muster book asks eight questions — none of them who you are ashore. 140 days of watches, weather, cargo politics and mess-table found family.
The Carthaven SeasonBalls, card rooms, promenades, and the Matched List posted weekly at the Assembly Rooms. You get one Season, a modest war chest, and Mrs. Kilbride — the city's best-informed chaperone — on retainer. She narrates; Carthaven prices conduct, fortune and nerve. Marriage-market simulator where refusal is always a legal move.
GreyspireThe old war-college admits sixty a year and graduates the ones it cannot break. You arrived three weeks late, on a petitioner's writ, with an affinity the sorting bell refused to name. Magister Quennel narrates the year: drills, rivals, standing posted weekly on the Stair. Academy progression with honest ledgers.
The Second Story CrewProvenance thieves: they return looted art and swindled deeds to the people they were taken from, for a fee, off the books, nobody hurt. The Foreman has three folders left before retirement and you're the new driver. Heist procedural, found family, clean exits.
The Demon King's AuditorThe circle was supposed to produce a hero. It produced you, and the paperwork says external auditor — because the Demon Realm defaults in forty days and the treasury has two sets of books. The Demon King is dramatic, broke, and secretly relieved. Isekai bureaucracy comedy.
Gravemarch Night WatchIn Gravemarch the dead stay on, polite and bureaucratic, so long as the living keep the old courtesies. The Night Watch keeps them. You're the newest watchman; the complaints ledger is open and something on Lantern Row is misfiled. Cozy-adjacent mystery patrol.
The Longwater LineGenerations after the water rose, one railway still stitches the stilt-towns together, block by block, above the flood. You're the new signalman at Box 9. Control is on the phone, two trains are due, and the fog is early. Hopeful post-apocalypse survival.
The Saltroad CaravanThe dunes migrate, the safe road is a line of salt-stones someone has to re-lay every crossing, and as of this morning that someone is you. Water math, wind warnings, a crew with their own errands. Survival caravan adventure, found family included.