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The Long Road

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The Long Road, the world

The world

Where it happens

The Eldermarch runs from a grey harbor where a mist never lifts to a northern wall where three strongholds hold one line: the granite city of men, the elves’ living fortress whose walls are grown as much as built, and the dwarves’ iron gate. South of the wall lie hedge-country and river towns, a scholar-city too proud for guest-right, horse plains whose riders are the world’s post, and a deep wood with a dark heart. Beyond the wall, a land that is losing its colors — and the one who wears the Black Crown. Most folk do not believe he is returning. You will know better, and be disbelieved.

The journey is the game: legs and weather, rations and rests, a named pony, camps where the watch rotation decides who becomes your friend. Power is priced — every shortcut feeds a meter called the Shadow that whispers at the moment of choice — and Hope is earned by mercy, song and kept promises, then spent to stand back up. Nothing here casts spells: the world’s quiet magic is song and rune-craft, its best blades are heirlooms with names, and no one comes back from the dead. Victories are real. They cost. That is the point.

Greywatch — the horn-wall of the settled kingdoms
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Greywatch
Greenspire — the living fortress of the Steadfast
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Greenspire
The Thornwald — palisade hamlets under old trees
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The Thornwald
Reedholm — the stilt-town on the lake
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Reedholm
The Windmere Isles — free sails on grey water
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The Windmere Isles
the old roads of the March

The law of the road

The journey is the game

The March is crossed on foot, and the crossing is the story. Legs are played day by day — rations, weather, the quality of the night’s rest, a pony with a name and opinions. The first trouble on a leg stops it, and what you do about it is the day’s tale. Arriving changed matters more than arriving fast.

And the road has law. Bread and salt are sacred where the good peoples live — host or guest, whoever breaks them is marked for it. Inns are truce-ground: no steel under an inn roof, so you may sit across the table from your enemy and talk. You can feel where the world is still warm by whether the old courtesies hold.

Waymarks
The wardens’ carved trail-code: bad water, orcs near, safe camp. The Enemy has learned to forge them — a warden checks the cut before trusting the message.
The three crossings
Every range crosses three ways: the high pass, the dark road beneath, the long way around. No right answers — only prices.
One more hill
An exhausted company may push one more leg, at a price the body keeps. The chases need it, and the world named it.
The camp
The watch rotation decides who becomes your friend; a pipe, tea and honey-cakes lift the rest — and carrying that small joy under a hard pack is a real choice.
The rider relays
News travels at horse-speed, and the Tavanni are the world’s post. A raid can outrun the news — reaching the vale before the wolves do is a whole day’s work.
By water
The great river is the world’s highway: barge legs spare the feet, but the river chooses — tolls, shallows, night moorings by the fens, and fords that must be earned.
the pressure that drives play

What drives it

The Shadow, and Hope against it

The Shadow is the price of the easy road: cruelty, betrayal, broken bread-and-salt, the Enemy’s things carried too long. It speaks — always to you, always at the moment of choice, always offering the easier way — and the world can see it on you long before the end. Against it the March keeps one currency the dark cannot mint: Hope, earned by mercy shown and promises kept, spent to stand back up when the dark is too much. There is no resurrection and no magical healing here — there are herbs, chirurgy, songs, and the people who hand you their own light.

Shadow runs 0–10 — what each band costs you

  • 1–3: the voice begins — at moments of choice, it offers the easier road
  • 4–6: it shows: dogs growl, doors hesitate, honest folk feel it without knowing why
  • 7–9: the whisper is near-ceaseless, and the good places dim a little as you pass
  • 10: The Shadow reaches 10 — the voice wins. The GM resolves their fate (a Hollowed thing wearing their face, a walk north from which none return, a quiet seat at HIS table) — and the company inherits the grief.

The Shadow never commands. It offers — always to you, always at the moment of choice: “you could just leave him.” One voice of temptation across a whole campaign. You will come to know it. That is the point of it.

The Long Road, how it plays

How it plays

The systems you can ask for

These mechanics are original to The Long Road — you will not know them from any rulebook. Read them here, then simply ask your gamemaster for any of them at the table; the engine owns every tracked number, and your gamemaster plays out the rest.

The journey is the game
Legs, weather, rations, rest quality, hard packs — arriving changed matters more than arriving fast, and “one more hill” is a real choice with a real price.
Hope, the world’s light
Earned by mercy, song and kept promises; spent to stand back up — the one currency the dark cannot mint.
Songs of power
The world’s only magic is sung: performances that can fail, priced in breath — courage and fear are the currencies, never fireballs.
The fellowship
Companions with loyalty the engine tracks: they bond on night watches, volunteer for rearguards, and can leave you for good — bonds must be tended.
Heirlooms and the great making
No plus-numbers on any shelf, ever: the named things are earned, and the greatest are forged with war-runes by masters of whom few remain.
Guest-right and the law of the road
Bread and salt bind, inns are truce-ground, and breaking either marks the breaker — hospitality is law where the good peoples live.
Captivity, not the grave
Defeat usually means chains and a column moving north — escape and rescue are the shape of losing, and half the great tales start there.

Every role commits to a discipline as it grows — Wilds-Keeper, Oath of the Wall, Quiet Hand, Scriptorium Scribe, and more. See every path ↓

“The road gives, the road takes.”

said at every hearth in the March
The Long Road — a day on the road, at the table

A day on the road

Read a leg of the journey

What play actually feels like — a leg of a real journey, gamemaster and player, every number the engine’s own.

GamemasterThird day out of the crossroads town. The rain stopped at dawn; the hedges steam. Your pony — Bramble, she has opinions — keeps looking north. On the milestone someone has cut a fresh waymark: three notches and a barred circle. Your Waywarden reads it at a glance: BAD WATER, and it was not cut by a warden’s hand.
PlayerA forged mark? I check the cut before I trust it — and I want to know who’d poison a well on the Kingsway.
GamemasterRoll Sense. — a 17: the bevel is wrong, cut left-handed with a knife, not a warden’s chisel. Someone wants travelers off this road and onto the fen path. The engine logs the forged waymark to your journal. It is eleven miles to the ring-fort; the light will not hold if you take the safe way around.
PlayerWe push. One more hill — I sing them up the last stretch.
GamemasterThe forced march costs: the engine marks a Weariness risk for the company — but your Minstrel’s road-pipe pays part of the toll, and the dice say the song holds. You crest the rise with the sun. Below: the ring-fort, gates open, a refugee column filing in — and on the road behind them, dust.
PlayerWolf-riders? I count them. And I ask the fort’s warden what the drill is — we’ve got maybe an hour to get these people inside and the palisade mended.
GamemasterSeven riders, coming easy — they think no one has read the road right. You have your hour. Every barricade you raise now is a die the night battle will remember; the engine counts your preparations, and the preparations decide the fight. The old woman you helped over the stile presses a honey-cake into your hand. Somewhere in the column, someone starts a hymn to the Hearthmother, badly.
PlayerI take the honey-cake. And I finish the hymn properly.
GamemasterThe engine grants you Hope. You will want it before morning.
the peoples of the March at one inn table

Hope, and the world’s one magic

The song is the spell

No one here casts spells. The world’s one arcane register belongs to the Minstrel: a Song of Power is a performance — it can fail, it costs real breath, and it moves the two currencies this world actually fights with: courage and fear. The old songs are composed in the elven high speech; learn the song and you learn the tongue.

Song Against the Dark
The one “weapon”: the Shadow’s creatures falter and give ground. It works only on the Shadow’s kind — never on mortals.
Song of Courage
The company shrugs fear; a line about to break holds one more breath.
The Lament
Grief turned to resolve — a loss becomes Hope, sung properly. The March’s own answer to loss.
Song of the Road
The miles lighten; a day’s weariness is walked off in the singing.
Song of the Hearth
The camp rests as if sheltered — the fire burns a little warmer than it should.
The Riddle-Song
The wager’s opener; some doors and some creatures answer only this.
The Song of Unveiling
A lost song — found, never known from the first: it strips a woven disguise, and everyone present faces what stood under it at once.

The dark answers with the wail — where song gives courage, the wail sows dread — and a minstrel of rank may answer back: the duel of songs, with the room’s courage riding on it. Lost songs are treasure in this world, and the love-ballads are the most-sought of all.

Behind every song stands the world’s own light: Hope — earned by mercy shown, promises kept and songs sung true, spent to stand back up when the dark is too much. There is no resurrection in the March and no spell that mends despair. There is Hope, and the people who hand it to each other.

the peoples of The Long Road

Who you can be

13 peoples

Valeman

Valeman

The settled kingdoms' everyman — farmer, levy, wall-mason, king. The March is held together by Valemen who turned a hand to whatever the day required and never made a song about it.

Plays well as The free skill fits every calling; Waywarden and Warrior wear it best, and a court-minded Valeman makes a fine Loremaster.

Ability score
+1 Hardiness · +1 Heart
Abilities
Steady Stock — One extra skill proficiency of your own choosing at creation — a Valeman turns a hand to anything.
Of the Kingdoms — Your name and manners open the halls of men a step easier; the heralds know your house.
Tavanni

Tavanni

The riders of the horse plains, whose relay saddles carry the free lands' news. Their best horses are never sold — only GIVEN, and the gift is the highest honor the plains know.

Plays well as A mounted Waywarden or a Banner-Captain Warrior; the saddle advantage makes every relay leg yours.

Ability score
+1 Swiftness · +1 Sense
Abilities
Born to the Saddle — Advantage on riding checks — riding is not a skill to you, it is a gait.
Herd-Sense — You read a horse's fear before it bolts, and the plains' weather a half-day out.
Duskarl

Duskarl

Exiles by generations — the Thrallmarks were their Hearthvales once, and going home is the dream their songs keep lit. They never bowed to a crown; what they lost is land.

Plays well as Waywarden and Loremaster carry the exile's craft best; a Duskarl Minstrel keeps the Night of Names burning.

Ability score
+1 Hardiness · +1 Sense
Abilities
The Old Blood Knows the Road — Once a session you simply KNOW — a road, a ruin, a danger of the north; ask, and the answer is honest.
Songs of the Vales — They name every farm and stream of valleys none living have seen — and the road-craft of a wandering people rides with it: advantage on survival checks.
Thornwalder

Thornwalder

Palisade-hamlets in the Thornwald's clean marches — the only human culture without a crown, and proud of every missing coin of it. Their war-tradition is led by shield-maids, and old pacts with the wood-keepers keep them alive where the forest sours.

Plays well as Waywarden and Warrior thrive here; a shield-maid Banner-Captain is the March's oldest war-story.

Ability score
+1 Brawn · +1 Sense
Abilities
Wood-Wise — The forest feeds, hides and warns you — advantage on survival checks.
Unbowed — You kneel to no crown and no terror — advantage on saves against fear.
Aethel

Aethel

The haven high folk of Everhithe, the elder light still in them — lore, song, and the memory of the first war. Their veterans are the world's finest blades, and the ones who weep when a Seeming drops, for they knew the face beneath.

Plays well as Minstrel and Loremaster sing in the mother-tongue of the old songs; an Evenblade Warrior is the haven's answer to the dark.

Ability score
+1 Wit · +1 Heart
Darkvision
60 ft
Abilities
The Elder Light — They see through a lie — charm slides off (advantage on those saves), and sleep never takes you.
Songs of the First Age — The high speech and the old scripts come with the cradle — old tongues are yours.
The Evenblade Teaching — You may take the Evenblade Grace devotion freely at your first arming.
Wealden

Wealden

The deep-wood elves — rooted, quiet, the sea's calling answered with the wood. This is the archer the songs mean.

Plays well as A Wealden Waywarden with the Bow-Song is the bow the March measures all others against; Burglar suits the quiet step.

Ability score
+2 Swiftness
Speed
35 ft
Darkvision
60 ft
Abilities
The Quiet Step — Soft-footed everywhere, for the habit never leaves — advantage on stealth; charm slides off, and sleep never takes you.
The Bow-Song Teaching — You may take the Bow-Song devotion freely at your first arming.
Meredi

Meredi

The elves of the waters — coves, river-isles and the white boats; the fewest-seen and gladdest-met of elves. Their door weighs PEACE, and they carry no weapon teaching by their own design: their gift is peace, not iron.

Plays well as Healer and Minstrel fit the coves' peace; the Long Sight makes an uncanny Loremaster.

Ability score
+1 Sense · +1 Heart
Darkvision
60 ft
Abilities
Water-Born — At home in and on the water — the river is a road to you.
The Long Sight — You see what comes a moment early — advantage on perception, and once a session a true glimpse in images.
The Glad Welcome — Whoever guests at a Meredi hearth leaves lighter than they came; who brings strife finds no cove.
Steadfast

Steadfast

The Staying — they refused the Calling, not for a known paradise but against an unknown, and bound themselves to the world: they found, they plant, they look FORWARD. Many stayed for love of mortals; all stay for love of the world.

Plays well as A Steadfast Warrior on a wall is the world's stubbornness made flesh; Hope's Keepers crowns a Healer.

Ability score
+1 Hardiness · +1 Heart
Darkvision
60 ft
Abilities
The Refusal — A will that told the Calling no does not break for terror nor bend to a lie — advantage on saves against fear and charm, and sleep never takes you.
Hope's Keepers — Once per long rest, hand your own standing-up to another — kindling a companion at your own cost is their signature grace.
Wall-Wardens — Greenspire's garrison drill; the second battle-line of the north.
Farring

Farring

The traveling traders of the Road — the walking market and the news of the world; the House of the Road is their kinship. The road hears a dwarf's road-name; the TRUE name is spoken once in a life.

Plays well as A Farring Burglar or Loremaster turns every market into a home game; the House of the Road opens doors coin cannot.

Ability score
+1 Hardiness · +1 Heart
Speed
25 ft
Darkvision
60 ft
Abilities
Stone-Blood — Venom finds little purchase in the children of stone — advantage on saves against poison.
The Merchant's Eye — Advantage on haggling, and once a scene an honest appraisal at a glance — false silver known by TOUCH.
Road-Names
Delven

Delven

Miners-warriors of the Vein; Irongate's garrison. Delvenhame was their HOME, and its broken gate is their grief and their unfinished business.

Plays well as Warrior — the Axe of the Vein — is the obvious road home; a Deep-Hardened Healer refuses to be the first to fall.

Ability score
+1 Brawn · +1 Hardiness
Speed
25 ft
Darkvision
60 ft
Abilities
Stone-Blood — Advantage on saves against poison.
Deep-Hardened — The hold's toughness, born and drilled — one extra hit point every level.
The Axe Teaching — You may take the Axe-Vow devotion freely at your first arming.
Emberhand

Emberhand

Masters of starsilver and renowned arms — the great making is theirs, and the world's famous heirlooms come from their fires. Some formularies now have ONE keeper left.

Plays well as Craftmaster to the bone — the Great Making is their birthright; a forge-wise Warrior carries better steel than any shop sells.

Ability score
+1 Wit · +1 Hardiness
Speed
25 ft
Darkvision
60 ft
Abilities
Stone-Blood — Advantage on saves against poison.
The Maker's Hand — Advantage on craft — and a made thing, including a MADE disguise, cannot easily hide its work from your eye.
Keepers of the Formularies — The war-runes and the starsilver temper are taught only here, rank by rank.
Hedgern

Hedgern

The hearth breed of the small folk — burrows with turf roofs, gardens, pantries, and genealogy-keeping aunts who treat matchmaking as sport. The courage of small folk is the oldest truth in the March.

Plays well as The born Burglar; a Hedgern Healer feeds a company body and soul, and the Luck saves whoever needs it most.

Ability score
+1 Swiftness · +1 Heart
Speed
25 ft
Size
Small
Abilities
Brave at the Bottom — Fear runs off them slower than off bigger hearts — advantage on saves against fear.
The Luck of the Small — Once in a session's turning, luck sides with you outright — a failed throw taken back and rolled anew.
Quiet Feet — Small, soft-footed, easily overlooked — advantage on stealth.
Longshanks

Longshanks

The tall breed of the small folk — a head taller, fewest, boldest; hunters, wanderers, leader-blood. They build timber houses with an open face to the world; burrows are the Hedgerns' art.

Plays well as A Longshanks Banner-Captain outshouts men twice his height; Waywarden fits the wanderer blood.

Ability score
+1 Swiftness · +1 Sense
Speed
25 ft
Size
Small
Abilities
Brave at the Bottom — Advantage on saves against fear.
Bold Blood — Once a session, when surprise comes, you are already moving — the leader blood wakes before the fear does.
At Ease with the Big Folk — Advantage on persuasion among men — you deal, guide and lead as if size were a rumor.

Where you commit

Every path your role can take

Every role here is original to The Long Road, and each one commits to one of two disciplines at level 6 — an earned milestone, not a starting pick. You pick the path you want, and its features unlock as you climb (levels 6, 10, 14, 18). Committing also grants a signature gift — a piece of gear, and some Pennies to go with it, that marks the path. This is every path in the world, so the moment you start you already know where you can be headed. The features are named here; ask your gamemaster what each does in play — and the signature gift each path grants carries a real, counted charge: spend it and the dice remember until you rest. In this world a character walks one road — you commit to a single role and go deep; there is no blending of two.

Waywarden Wilds-Keeper · Shadow-Hunter

Wilds-Keeper

A warden who reads sky and ground a day ahead — storms met with tents already staked, camps set where the wild is kindest, and a company that is never again surprised by the land it walks.

  • L6 Read the Sky — You read weather a day out and ground a half-mile out: the company is never surprised by storm or terrain you have seen coming, and your camps sit where the wild is kindest (wild rest risk one step lighter).
  • L10 Friend of Beast and Bird — Wild beasts do not startle at you and working animals trust you; once per session you may read what a beast or bird lately saw (the GM answers honestly, in images).

Unlock gift (L6): Oilskin Field-Kit — A wax-sealed roll of snares, lines and weather-tells; once per long rest, advantage on a survival or beastcraft check. (+30 gold)

Shadow-Hunter

A grim tallykeeper of the Shadow’s creatures who feels a wrongness before it shows its teeth — one of the few walking who can look at a too-perfect stranger and know the lie for what it is.

  • L6 Feel the Wrongness — The Shadow's creatures read as WRONG to you at a glance — and a woven Seeming itches: you are one of the few who may pierce a Sovereign's disguise (a Sense check the GM calls).
  • L10 The Long Hunt — Once marked in your tally-book, a creature of the Shadow cannot lose you by mundane flight: you track it across regions, and your first arrow against it each fight strikes with advantage.

Unlock gift (L6): Hunter's Tally-Book — A grim little ledger of banes and habits; once per session, declare you KNOW this creature of the Shadow — advantage on the next roll against it. (+35 gold)

Warrior Oath of the Wall · Axe of the Vein · Banner-Captain

Oath of the Wall

A soldier sworn to the space between the enemy and the ones behind — the shield that does not step back, and the last name read out with honor when the horn finally sounds.

  • L6 Interpose — When a creature you can reach strikes at a companion beside you, you may take the blow instead: the attack resolves against you. The wall is not a place; it is a decision.
  • L10 Hold the Door — In a doorway, on a bridge, at a stair — where only one can pass, you count as a wall: enemies cannot press past you while you stand, and your interpose reach widens to anyone behind you.

Unlock gift (L6): Wall-Oath Cloakpin — A plain iron pin of the garrison; once per long rest, take a blow meant for a companion at your side — the attack resolves against you, at disadvantage. (+40 gold)

Axe of the Vein

A garrison axe of the deep holds, drilled where the corridors are narrow and the dark fights back — every swing measured to end the matter before it reaches the lamps.

  • L6 The Deep Swing — Your two-handed blows carry the hold's weight: when you fell a foe, the follow-through may carry into an adjacent enemy (the GM grants the cleave when the fiction earns it).
  • L10 Garrison Temper — Pain banks, it does not spend: while below half your health you strike as if fresh — your attacks suffer no penalty from fear, wounds or Weariness.

Unlock gift (L6): Garrison Greataxe — Irongate issue, notched and true; once per short rest, reroll one damage die and take the new roll. (+40 gold)

Banner-Captain

A leader whose voice is a rallying-point — the horn-call that unbreaks a line, the raised standard that turns a huddle of frightened neighbors into a company that holds.

  • L6 The Rallying Word — Your voice carries orders through chaos: once per fight, a companion who hears you may immediately shake a fear effect or re-form (stand, re-grip, re-set) without losing their action.
  • L10 Banner of the Free — Where you plant your standard, the line holds: companions fighting within sight of your banner test loyalty and courage at advantage, and the militia you drill counts as soldiers for one night.

Unlock gift (L6): The Company Horn — A bound war-horn, small cousin of the Unblown Horn of Greywatch; once per long rest, SOUND IT — rally the company (each ally shakes one fear effect, the next roll of one ally is at advantage) or call any aid within earshot. (+50 gold)

Burglar Quiet Hand · Riddle-Master

Quiet Hand

A burglar of the old discipline — waxed picks, patient hands, and the professional pride of leaving a room exactly as it was found, minus one carefully chosen thing.

  • L6 Soft Entry — Locks, latches and shutters open to you without noise or trace; a room you have burgled cannot prove you were ever in it.
  • L10 Pocket the Moment — Once per scene you may already HAVE done the small sleight — the guard's key lifted, the letter swapped, the coin palmed — declared after the fact, if the fiction allows you were close enough.

Unlock gift (L6): Wax-Boxed Picks — Fine picks bedded in wax so they never ring; once per long rest, advantage on a thievery check. (+30 gold)

Riddle-Master

A gambler and riddle-wit who plays people as surely as games — bluffs read like open books, wagers steered by a smile, and riddling doors that answer a shade kindlier.

  • L6 The Wager's Friend — You know the riddle-canon and the etiquette of every wager in the March: you may always PROPOSE the contest of wits instead of the contest of arms, and creatures of the old customs must at least listen.
  • L10 Read the Table — Bluff, tell and hidden intent open to you like cards face-up: advantage to see through a lie in any game, wager or bargain — and rune-doors that answer riddles answer YOU a hint kindlier.

Unlock gift (L6): Carved Riddle-Ring — A puzzle-ring of hedge-oak, worn smooth by thinking thumbs; once per session, advantage on a riddle, wager or lore check. (+30 gold)

Loremaster Scriptorium Scribe · Counsel of Kings

Scriptorium Scribe

A traveling scholar with a folding desk and an appetite for old scripts — the one who copies the fading page tonight, because no one else will pass this way in time.

  • L6 The Fair Copy — Your transcriptions are archive-grade: a chart you copy keeps its secrets (moon-writing included), and the Chartwright pays copyist rates for your surveys — the company's miles become money in your hand.
  • L10 The Closed Stacks — Scriveholm's locked shelves open to your seal: once per session, name a text the archives COULD hold — the GM tells you honestly whether it exists, and where.

Unlock gift (L6): Traveling Writing-Desk — A scholar's lap-desk of Scriveholm make; once per long rest, advantage on an old_tongues or lore check. (+35 gold)

Counsel of Kings

A quiet voice behind the high seats who reads courts the way wardens read weather — and sees the lie at a table where everyone else sees an honored guest.

  • L6 Standing at Court — Halls that weigh name and letters seat you: you may request audience at any court of the free peoples, and your letters of passage carry a counselor's weight.
  • L10 The Untangled Word — You hear the shape of a poisoned counsel: advantage to detect advice that serves a hidden master — and when you expose it before the court, the whisperer's work loses a segment publicly.

Unlock gift (L6): Sealless Signet — A signet bearing no house — the mark of counsel owing none; once per session, advantage to EXPOSE A FALSEHOOD (and it wipes a whisperer-clock segment when it lands — GM). (+40 gold)

Minstrel Hearth-Song · March-Song

Hearth-Song

A singer of the near kind — the song that steadies a shaking room, mends the evening after a hard day, and sends Hope around the fire like bread.

  • L6 The Kindled Camp — Your evening music is a hearth without walls: the camp rests one step better, and a companion who took the Grief today feels it loosen a little.
  • L10 Song of Mending — Sung over the Healer's work, your music steadies the hand and the patient: treatment checks near your song roll at advantage, and Hope returns a step easier under your roof of sound.

Unlock gift (L6): The Small Harp — Lap-harp of seasoned cherry; once per long rest, the evening's music makes camp rest as if sheltered (rest quality up one step — GM). (+35 gold)

March-Song

A road-piper whose tunes carry a company one more hill — feet keeping time forget they are tired, and fear finds no room in a line that is singing.

  • L6 Keep the Step — The company marches to your time: on a forced march ("one more hill") your song pays part of the price — one companion of your choice takes no Weariness from it.
  • L10 Voice Against the Wail — You may answer an anti-song in the field: your Duel of Songs shields every ally who can hear you — while you hold the melody, the wail's dread cannot take root.

Unlock gift (L6): The Road-Pipe — A whistle-pipe cut for marching time; once per long rest, the company shrugs one fear or Weariness effect on the march. (+30 gold)

Craftmaster Camp-Forge · The Great Making

Camp-Forge

A smith who carries the forge to the work — a field anvil off the pony’s back, a night’s repairs by ember-light, and gear that holds because someone mended it with love.

  • L6 The Tinker's Round — Every village needs you the day you arrive: pots mended, blades set, harness stitched — you can earn honest pennies anywhere with a hearth, and the gossip comes free with the work.
  • L10 Make Do and Mend — At your fire, broken is a temporary condition: once per long rest you restore a ruined piece of kit to serviceable — and gear you maintain simply does not fail at the bad moment.

Unlock gift (L6): Field Anvil — A back-broken little anvil every tinker curses and none abandons; once per long rest, advantage on a craft check at the fire. (+35 gold)

The Great Making

An apprentice to the old high craft — named works undertaken under a master’s eye, and a reader of makers’ runes from whom no made thing can hide whose hand it truly was.

  • L6 The True Anvil — The holds recognize your punch-mark: you may work a true anvil wherever the Hold-Kin keep one, and formulary recipes open to you one rank early.
  • L10 Apprentice to the Great Making — You may undertake NAMED works (craft_magic: silver + days + a component) under a master's eye — and you can READ a maker's runes: the provenance of any made thing, including the unmasking of a gift that was never a gift.

Unlock gift (L6): Master's Hammer — A smith's hammer bearing an Emberhand punch-mark; a tool, a weapon, and a promise — once per short rest, reroll one damage die. (+45 gold)

Healer Herb-Lore of the Green Roads · House Chirurgeon

Herb-Lore of the Green Roads

A healer of the hedgerow school — the right leaf known at a glance, a fever ended for a handful of pennies, and a green satchel worth more than a sword on the tenth day out.

  • L6 The Green Roads — You gather as you walk: on any leg through living country you restock one spent Salve for free — the road itself is your pharmacy, and you know which hedgerow hides what.
  • L10 Field Physic — Your poultices work at marching pace: stabilizing or treating a companion no longer slows the company, and a patient in your care shakes an affliction one day sooner.

Unlock gift (L6): Green Satchel — A gathered-and-dried pharmacopeia on a strap; once per long rest, advantage on an herbcraft check. (+30 gold)

House Chirurgeon

A healer of the trained house — needle, gut and steady hands that pull the badly hurt back from the edge, and the standing to order a lord to lie still.

  • L6 The Steady Hand — Grave wounds are your trade: your treatment of the Cold Wound, Frost-rot and the deep hurts counts as a haven's care for one step of healing — the House taught you what the road cannot.
  • L10 Against the Grave — Death negotiates with you: once per long rest, turn a companion's failed death-state into stabilized — a scar remains (the road writes), but the story goes on.

Unlock gift (L6): The Rolled Kit — Needles, gut, clamps and a steady-handed reputation; once per long rest, advantage on a check to treat a grave wound or affliction. (+40 gold)

the roles in action

What you can do

7 roles

Waywarden
The road’s own calling: tracks, bow, waymarks — and the wild’s table set for the whole company.
Warrior
The front line for anyone — the wall’s oath, the hold’s axe, or the captain with the war-horn.
Burglar
Locks, pockets, riddles and luck — the small folk’s trade, raised to an art.
Loremaster
The company’s tongue: old scripts, letters of passage, and the counsel that unmasks a lie.
Minstrel
The keeper of Hope: songs of power on real breath, and the duel of songs when the wail answers.
Craftmaster
The tinker of the road or the master of the true anvil — the great making is the summit.
Healer
Nothing magical mends in this world; the Healer is why the company lives.
the iron gate of the deep hold

Whose door opens

Every door weighs its own currency

The March has no adventurers’ guild. It has houses, orders and hearths, and every door weighs its own coin: the haven weighs blood, the hold weighs deeds and craft, the lord’s hall weighs name and dress, the scholar-city weighs learning — a citation opens what silver cannot — and the quiet coves weigh peace. Learn what a house honors before you knock.

The Waywardens
The watch that walks — trail-signs, the hound bloodline, and the roads kept open. A warden eats and sleeps at any wayhouse of the order.
The Healers’ House
The green medicine — herb-craft, chirurgy, and the oath to treat whoever bleeds. Nothing magical mends here; they are why the company lives.
The Scriptorium
Letters, tongues, and the old songs’ matter — knowledge saved before it leaves the world.
The House of the Road
The walking market: convoys, ledgers, and the iron rule that false silver is everyone’s enemy.
The Haven Hearth
The havens seat their own on sight — blood is blood, and no coin or charm changes it. An exception is a story.
The Hold-Kin
Charm moves nothing at the iron gate; a well-made gift moves much. Even a dwarf of the Road returns as a guest, not automatically home.
The Quiet Covenant
The ones who call the Shadow a tool: “the meter is a door, and doors are for opening.” They truly do know things. That is what makes them dangerous.

Join one and the belonging is real: duties kept raise your standing, rank opens doors and shelves, and rivals will not share you — the wardens and the healers hold the Covenant in open contempt.

a traveler’s journal and a pressed leaf

The named things

Plain steel — and the things you cannot buy

The shelves of the March sell kit: honest wool, plain steel, rope that holds. Nothing on them carries a plus-number, and nothing ever will — anything with a virtue is an heirloom: named, storied, and earned. Won, given, inherited; never shopped. Losing one is a story, and an heirloom wants an heir — your old hero becomes the ancestor in the new hero’s songs.

The old elven work sings — a thin warning note near the Shadow’s creatures, thinner as the dark thickens: a living danger-gauge, made by lines now gone or going. And rarest of all, starsilver: the gods’ binding-metal, the very bars of the broken seal under the fallen deep halls. It bites the spirit-clothed where honest iron passes through — and he strips and destroys every vein he can reach, because he knows what a blade of it can do.

War-runes are graven only by great masters, and some formularies have one living keeper left; if they die untaught, the art dies with them. “Save the knowledge” is a quest this world takes seriously. And when it is there at all, the dearest thing on the Provisioner’s shelf: the Turnback Stone — break it, and the road gives the day back.

the arms of The Long Road

The arsenal

Arms, and what they cost

Real rows from the engine's own tables: the dice are the dice, the prices are the prices. Your gamemaster cannot fudge them, and neither can you.

Evenblade1d8

The elven curved sword — single-edged, graceful; the haven teaches it with the song.

Longbow1d8

The wood’s teaching; the famous archers of the deep wood take its devotion free.

Greataxe1d12

The iron gate’s register — the hold teaches the axe as a garrison creed.

Long-knife1d6

Elven pattern, worn in pairs — the hunter’s close work when the bow is too near.

Chain mailAC 16

The hauberk, pride of the wall garrisons; on the road it is a choice, never a default.

Banded mailAC 17

Dwarven plate-and-mail, sold practically only at the hold — and above it, only the named works.

… and 50 more priced pieces in play.

a fair face, half-fallen

The dark in the north

A dark lord you cannot simply fight

The world does not speak his name — fear, and the old wisdom that names call. Every people curses him its own way: the North-King, the Wolf-Herd, the Thief of Vales, the Axe-Bringer, the Marrer, the Oathless, the Long Shadow. He is not a battle waiting at the end of a map. He is a pressure: the crows wheel, counterfeit pennies spread through honest markets, and at more than one court a soft-spoken counselor is very interested in your route.

And there are the Seven. Raised kings and queens of the seven fallen elven realms, sent — never wandering — and wearing woven faces so ordinary that nobody looks twice. The haven veterans will not speak of what stands under the Seeming, except this: it is beautiful, and it is the worst thing they have ever seen. If one has come to your road, it is because you earned the visit.

He talks, too. At some stage an emissary arrives with a real, tempting offer — true relief, honestly delivered, priced in something you will miss later. You can speak with the dark in this world. It always costs.

Hardest of all: the world does not believe you. The wolves have a mundane explanation, lords who warn are called alarmists, and the one who knows walks disbelieved — until the great horn on the wall, which has never been blown, sounds at last.

what hunts you in The Long Road

The opposition

What hunts you

Every foe is statted before the fight starts; what your party learns about them is recorded, hunt by hunt.

Scrag raiderHP 11 · AC 12

The night-swarm of the orc ladder — daylight is the folk’s old insurance.

Iron Breed vanguardHP 26 · AC 16

His bred elite: armor, discipline — and no fear of the sun at all.

Barrow-wightbane: starsilver · song

Plain steel passes through; they sleep one night a year, while the living read the dead their names.

Werewolfregen 5

A fallen spirit clothed in wolf-flesh — the binding-metal and the Song bite where iron cannot.

War-camel of the SzarkhanHP 70

A walking hill with towers between its humps; its smell panics horses.

Risen SovereignHP 120 · regen 10

A raised elf-king of terrible beauty, walking veiled among us — “slain,” it is merely raised again in the north.

… and 30 more in the bestiary.

the Mistgate beyond the last pier

The saddest road runs west

The door in the mist

West of everything, past the last pier of the elven haven, hangs a mist that never lifts. In it stands the Mistgate — the door only elves may pass, kept by the Mistward, who opens for others a door he himself can never enter. What lies beyond, no one knows. None has returned to tell.

The Calling touches every elf alone: some pass in joy, some in weariness — and some refuse. The Steadfast said no as one line, bound themselves to the world, and garrison the living fortress looking forward. Pilgrim trains move west along the road all year; guarding one is the saddest work a company can take, and the most honored. Every farewell on that contract is forever.

Elves love once, centuries deep — and for an elf and a mortal this world offers no comfortable answer at all: two doors, and no one knows where either leads. And still they love. That is the March.

Set out on The Long Road

The Long Road is a members’ world — the membership’s best-crafted country, whole from the first step. Five other worlds play free, full campaigns each; this one is what the membership buys.

Inside, nothing is held back: all thirteen peoples, all seven roles, every teaching, every road. The road goes on. Walk it.

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