NovelFarerThe caravan across the salt flats: an AI fantasy text RPG
Ten days of desert. A chest nobody may open. And riders who want it.
How your story begins
The White Salt RoadYou stand in the caravan’s middle wagon on the White Salt Road, a salt flat so broad the horizon looks scraped clean. Beyond it lies the city of a hundred towers, where you are bound as a sellsword in the caravan’s pay; behind you, riders have followed for three days, their dark specks never quite swallowed by the glare. Ahead, the iron chest rides chained between sacks of grain, and its whisper slips through the wagon boards though no one stands near enough to speak.
Your first move: tap one, or type your own.
Play The caravan across the salt flats 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.