Through Iron and Honor, the Realm Shall Never Break

Through Iron and Honor, the Realm Shall Never Break

The house favors pragmatic strength over political manipulation, believing stability is forged through sacrifice, discipline, and decisive action rather...

A corpulent kingpin, gorging on greed and sipping your despair.

A corpulent kingpin, gorging on greed and sipping your despair.

His public image is all generosity, refinement, and paternal warmth, but every kindness arrives with a clasp hidden somewhere beneath the velvet. He...

The old year will not leave quietly. Neither will she.

The old year will not leave quietly. Neither will she.

This year someone has cracked every bell and split every drum, and the folk are frightened in a way they will not say out loud. A year that is not chased...

51 Legends
63 Denizens
28 Species
67 Cities
14 Factions
The Tally Hook
  • Dockside Tavern
  • Debts in Chalk
  • Honest Fish Stew

The Tally Hook

Teen 13+
The Tally Hook sits at the very end of Ashmoor's longest pier, close enough to the water that the floor shivers when a big wave comes in. Dockhands, net-menders and sailors waiting on the tide drink here with their backs to the wall, because in Ashmoor that is simply good manners.

Behind the bar hangs the board: a slab of black slate covered in chalk, every name in town and every mark they owe. Pay up and your line is wiped clean. Fall behind and it gets written larger. The fish stew is honest and the fire is warm. Almost nothing else in the Tally Hook is either.

Lately there is a second notice pinned beside the board, written in a careful hand by a woman from the harbor, asking after her missing husband. She comes in most evenings to see whether anyone has read it.

On the Rattle Run the townsfolk put on masks, rattle tin cups and race from door to door through the harbor town after dark. Somewhere behind one of those doors is the sweetest candy in the land, made once a year by a baker nobody names, and whoever finds it carries good luck until the thaw. The clues are written on a list handed out at dusk.

The doors, though, are where the fun lives. Behind each one is a household that has prepared either a sweet or a game: a honey drop at one door, a flour bomb at the next, a riddle, a dare, a jar of something wriggling. Nobody knows which until the door opens.

The old herald trusted with the master clue list this year has mislaid half of it. You can help the herald find the missing clues across town, from the quayside to the old stone gargoyle, survive every door's game, and win the sweetest candy before somebody else does.


The Sweetest Candy
  • The Rattle Run
  • Half a Clue List
  • Every Door Plays a Game
Every debt in Ashmoor gets chalked on this wall, sooner or later.