the weight of blood.
every bloodline begins as a single name pressed into wet ink. you carry it
for as long as it lasts — and it will not last.
each generation deals you ONE HEIR: their genome, their temperament, the
realm's pressures faction by faction, and the chronicle the last hand left
behind. you spend their life. then the page turns to the next.
one hundred generations. one ledger. the Soul Teller writes down everything
you do.
▸ BREED
every heir is a knot of inherited tissue and inherited temperament — body,
mind, word, hand. read them the way the chronicler does: not as numbers, but
as a hand the family is dealt and forced to play.
▸ DECIDE
the witan convenes. events strike without warning. the crucible tests the
blood. you make the call, the ledger logs it, and every choice compounds
down the generations.
▸ READ
turn the page and read your house like a book — the heir illuminated, the
chronicler's account of the age, the running weight of power, wealth, and the
blood's own dream. a saga you don't watch so much as witness.
▸ END
bloodlines fail. when yours does — and it will — the Soul Teller sets down the
whole run in unsparing prose. there is no clean ending it leaves out. you will
read about yourself.
▸ PROC GENESIS
procedural everything: heirs, faces, names, events, factions, eras, mutation
pressure, cultural memory — and the prose itself. no two ledgers read the same.
when one line closes, the page opens for the next.
so — when the Soul Teller finally reads your story back to you... what will
it say?
