Spirefall

The Land of Spirefall
Between the spires and the fall line — where mountains meet sky and the ale flows slightly faster than good sense — lies a kingdom of rival factions, ancient grudges, and suspiciously competitive innkeepers.

Merchant princes count coin at one table. Technocrat artificers calibrate their contraptions at the next. Bards lie about everything at the table after that. And somewhere in the corner, someone is absolutely certain the stew was fine on Tuesday.

(It was not fine on Tuesday.)

You are a traveler with ambition, a starter deck, and just enough dignity to lose it gracefully in public.

The wars are fake. The grudges are real. A roguelite deckbuilder set in the taverns of Spirefall — win the Gauntlet, build your caravan, and conquer the greatest tables in the realm. One card at a time. Probably after questioning the stew.