marblewick

a warm hearth at the edge of a silent world.

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

pegs is stirring something
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. every loss leaves an empty chair at the long table. every return rings the bell twice — once for arrival, once because pegs insists.

"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, the hoard is weighed, the lost are named aloud, 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 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 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 world map at launch prep. territories held around the base node, dragons orbiting the roost, hunt conditions listed on the left.
the mapheld nodes. the flight. the plan pegs didn't like.
a combat scene in the reach. enemies approach the flight from multiple angles while the flight holds its line.
the hunthold the line. mind the tail. don't be a hero.
the dragon creation screen showing four class cards.
the flightfour dragons. four names. one of them will be called steve. pegs will allow this.
the marblewick title screen: a warm pixel spire, a sleeping dragon curled around the base, embers drifting upward.
the holdbells twice at dusk. kettle always on.

when the bell rings

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