marblewick

a warm hearth at the edge of a silent world.

hunt them. name them. bring them home for supper.

in production · the bells are being tuned
the marblewick spire at dusk. lantern slits glow down the tower, a hearth bowl burns at its base, and two dragon-head silhouettes flank the horizon.

what it is

marblewick is a small, warm, stubborn strategy game about a flight of named dragons and the hold that waits up for them. you pick who flies. you pick where. the silence picks the rest.

every dragon has a name and an element. every death leaves an empty chair at the long table. every return rings the bell twice — once for arrival, once because pegs insists.

the hunt is a ring. the ring is closing. your flight is what keeps it open.

"scales patched, hoard counted, soup on. i won't ask where you've been. i'll ask if you brought everyone."
filed · eyrie
marblewick memorandum header

the homecoming

every hunt ends the same way. bells twice. lanterns lit. pegs at the hearth pretending he wasn't worried. the hold is a ritual — the flight lands in an arc, the hoard is weighed, the lost are named aloud in a gold-lettered roll call, and then somebody always says "again tomorrow?" and somebody always says "again tomorrow."

a homecoming scene at marblewick. dragons land around the roost, the hearth glows, the bronze marblewick title glows at the top.
the homecoming bells twice. soup on. chairs pulled in.
the roll call ceremony. the names of fallen dragons carved in gold across a darkened hall.
the roll call names carved in gold. one at a time. slowly.

the long table

marblewick has a physical heart. a carved oak table where every dragon who ever flew for you has a seat — living, retired, or lost. fallen dragons leave a keepsake on the shelf: a scale, a coin, a chipped tooth, a single bad-tempered poem. every returned hunt carves a little line into the wood.

the table is also where arguments happen. stormling in particular has opinions about seating order. pegs mediates. badly. kindly.

"ironback's chair stays where it is. we don't move it. we just clean around it. and i keep putting a bowl out. don't look at me like that."
record · long table
the long table hall. portraits of retired captains hang above a warm wooden plank. living dragons are seated with their names etched, empty chairs for the fallen, pegs at the head.
the long table every seat is yours to fill. and yours to lose.

the elements

every dragon carries an element — ember, storm, stone, arcane, mist, wind, life — and every patch of ground under them has an opinion about it. stormfangs crackle over drownfen water. ember dragons burn brighter on the emberwastes. mist-stalkers thicken under the canopy of a deepwood. a wind dragon riding a thermal in the skybreak moves faster than the hunt knows what to do with.

the hold is flagged for you on every dragon's card. a green pulse when the ground favors them. a red pulse when it doesn't. no menu. no gate. just a quiet nudge saying this dragon belongs here — or doesn't.

"you want to bring the firebrand to the flooded flat, captain, you go right ahead. just bring a towel."
codex · elements
a breath cone attack in the reach — a dragon exhales a flame arc across enemies while the flight holds formation.
the hunt breath cones, lightning arcs, the ground choosing sides.

the reach

the world map is a ring, and the ring is getting smaller. your flight holds what it can and pushes the silence back a little further each hunt. held territory trickles hoard home while you plan the next flight. some nights the bell rings slow. some nights the bell rings twice and nobody is late.

a hunt is a wager: how far out, how long out, how much you trust the dragon on your left to come back. pegs does not place bets. pegs just keeps the kettle on.

the reach has seven terrains under claw — plains, forest, deepwood, drownfen, ridge, emberwastes, skybreak — each with its own enemies, its own treasures, its own favored flight. wildbloom pockets drop herbs for the apothecary. elite hunters materialize out of the brush with names you'll have to learn. provision caravans roll in every few cycles with a trader's menu spread on your long table. none of it happens on a schedule. all of it happens because you went looking.

the launch prep screen: the region map, held nodes warm with ember halos, directive and tactic choices on the left.
the mapheld nodes. the flight. the plan pegs didn't like.
a combat scene in the reach. the flight holds a line while enemies approach from multiple angles.
the hunthold the line. mind the tail. don't be a hero.
an elite encounter modal: a named hunter drops on the flight, warm red ember halo around the choice card.
the elitenamed hunters drop on your flight. push through or fall back.
a roadside crossroad event in the reach, with two choice options lit in warm ember.
the crossroadthree per hunt. the reach likes to ask questions.
the hold-secured card. warm gold title on a parchment plaque, confetti drifting, a small fort glyph beside the node's name.
the conquesta hold goes quiet. the bell at the hearth rings anyway.
the post-hunt summary screen: gold breakdown, the flight outcomes, fuel debrief.
the debriefevery coin counted. every dragon counted. especially the one who isn't there.
the hatch reveal ceremony: an egg opens to reveal a new dragon with a gold-lettered name etched above.
the hatcha new name joins the long table. pegs has already picked out a mug.
the song loft music workshop: a step sequencer of bell and drum tracks, warm ember wood panels framing it.
the song loftearned, not unlocked. shape what the hall hears at dusk.

when the bell rings

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