A farm in the Northeast Kingdom, a hundred and twenty-eight villages with their real names, and every neighbor's goods in plain sight. A slow-strategy game: the field grows on its own, the crew takes as long as the road takes, and whatever you don't spend or sow belongs to whoever comes for it.
The field fills at its own pace, whether you're there or not. Time isn't watched here — it's reckoned. No alarms, no nagging: you know when it will be ready.
Send your crew to someone else's farm. The rule is old and fair: you risk what you were going to take. Get thrown off the gate, and you pay it.
Arrange with friends to knock on the same gate at the same hour. Each crew sets out from its own village; arrive as one, and you strike as one.
On the 1st of every month the books are closed. Whoever ended up richest is counted, the names are written down, and everything starts over from scratch.
Only what deserves a ballad gets sung: the blind singer tells yesterday's worthy deeds, with both sides' forces in plain sight. Fresh news is tactics; old news is ballad. Read today's sheet.
The game is coming to Android too, and the first trials need trustworthy hands. Want to play it before anyone else? Write to hola@huertasyhurtos.com and we'll let you know when the gate opens.
The county plays in your language: La Alcarria en español, the Northeast Kingdom in English, le Luberon en français. One board, three landscapes.