Fantasy

My grandfather's map: an AI fantasy text RPG

An inheritance of parchment. A route that exists on no map.

How your story begins

Harrowmere

You stand in the old tollhouse at the north edge of Harrowmere, a walled market town pressed between dark hills and the rain-swollen Mere. You are Mira, a wanderer whose vanished grandfather left behind a hand-drawn map; he disappeared twenty years ago, and its ink leads beyond every road the town’s surveyors admit exists. At the gate, the watchman has just lowered the iron bar across the road. His lantern glints on the rain-dark stones.

Your first move: tap one, or type your own.

I ask the grey-haired woman what the stones remember I ask the woman about my grandfather’s map I ask the watchman why he barred the north gate

Play My grandfather's map free

No account, no card. Your first five turns start at once.

How it plays

Real dice

When it gets risky you throw a d20 yourself. The game shows what you need and what is at stake.

Danger that ticks

Threats grow as time passes and when you fail. When the clock is full, the consequence stays.

A world that remembers

Your items, money, wounds and the map are kept by the rules, not by the storyteller's memory.

People with a memory

Who trusts you, who owes you, whose patience runs out: it counts when you try to persuade them.