Once the Queen's glittering capital, it now lies in ruin.

Collapsed spires and dust-choked avenues radiating from her shattered throne like ribs of a broken crown.

Petrified blossoms stand frozen mid-bloom, their stone petals weeping black corrosive tears that whisper of the paradise these gardens once were.

Violet fog curls over mire and moss while half-buried stone giants slowly surface, their rune-scored skin said to hijack the minds of any who dare touch it.

A crimson woodland crackles with cold blue fire, its sundered Frozen Pyre glowing sapphire at the core where the Queen's death split the great tree in two.

Waterfalls of molten light streak the towering escarpment, pooling as the Queen's "glimmering tears" in iridescent basins that gild the land below.

Custodians of the cracked Harmonium, they chart hidden routes, archive forgotten lore, and counsel rulers, believing the relic's wisdom can still be restored. Yet doubt shadows their ranks: some now trade secrets for gain, convinced the Realm may be beyond repair.

A fragmented and diverse group. They are not a unified faction but instead consist of smaller sects. each aligning themselves with specific shards of the crown. Despite their differences, they all revere the Shardcrown and seek to influence how power is distributed across the Realm.

Ledger-keeping philosophers stamp every coin with the Ashen Scale, auditing trade to echo the Queen's lost balance. Idealists police exploitation, yet profiteers inside the order quietly tip the weights, turning justice into Leverage.

Veiled in ember-lined black steel, these lantern wardens roam the Realm's fringe, steering lost souls home and repelling the shadows beyond. Each follower they recruit sparks a fresh beacon, their dim light staking new ground against the dark.

Assassins and spies who live in the shadows, they sway each Reckoning with vision snatched from every mirror. Some in the group insist on open consent and public sightlines, while others dive through private glass without remorse.

Forged from splinters of the Five Pillars, the crown's fractured gems still shift power across the land-but with every pulse it risks tearing one pillar bright while the rest go dark.

Its ash-stone plates once weighed virtue alone; now they tip for whoever piles the most coin, corrupting judgment into commerce.

A cracked crystal sphere suspended in tarnished gold still sings of perfect paths, yet each note now diverges, luring seekers toward conflicting destinies.

Once a flawless obsidian mirror that revealed every soul's true nature, it now acts as a dark periscope... its cracked surface linking to every mirror in the Realm, letting its bearer spy on any corner from the shadows.

The eternal flame that once guided every wandering soul now burns faint, meant only for a select few... granting its bearer sway over who finds their way to the afterlife amidst the fog.

Reckoning Cards trigger high stakes bidding wars for the right to construct monuments and score.

Collect resources, build your strategy.

The center of your drafted card provides resources: coins, acolytes, wardens, or mercenaries. These are the fuel you'll spend to win Reckonings, create monuments, or convert into points.