The empire maintains an amusement wing for morale reasons. Morale is terrible. The raven supervises all of it personally, the goats have formally objected to all of it, and every game below is free, because charging for this would require explaining it to an accountant.
The empire's newspaper. The raven held his post, the goat is lying to you, and the raccoon has the receipts. First edition out now.
Read the PaperThe most anticipated text adventure ever announced from a dive bar. Chapter One: The Message. The message never arrived, the goat is lying about it in real time, and the empire is nine places on a map and one raven who stayed. Together, we can save the empire. Playable now.
Play It NowA word game of the north. Five letters, five choices, and every answer is a Viking word: ravens, runes, skalds, and halls. Guess it before your choices run out, because after that, the raven knows, and he is not telling.
Guess the WordA pass-and-play game for a real table: two to ten players, one phone, three rounds poured off the brewery tap list while the tab grows in coins. Draw cards, collect bent spoons, and whoever the raven counts most pays the tavern. Six of you, one tab. The raven decides who pays.
Settle the TabThe decider. Open it at the table, say only how many of you there are, and let the raven count. The count names who pays tonight, and once in a while the goat did it and nobody pays at all.
Let the Raven CountThink of a question. Say nothing out loud. Six cards, pick three, and the Raven tells you the truth the way only a bird who has been left in charge of three fledglings and a leaking nest can: accurately, and with feeling.
Ask the RavenConfess a petty crime and stand trial before the only court that matters. The evidence is vibes. The jury is also a raven. Sentences include laps of the fjord and owing the group chat a meme.
ConfessOne button. Infinite governance. Petition management (a raven) and receive an official decree governing the rest of your day. Appeals may be filed with the goats, who will eat them.
Petition ManagementEvery saga needs a name worth carving somewhere. Answer three questions, or refuse and be assigned one anyway, and receive your war name, your title, and your house words.
Receive My NameA shadow at midnight. A sound behind the curtain. A sign from the gods, or just a goat in the yard again? Read the omens correctly or be scored in insults.
Read the Signs