🏙 UrbanPact

Pays each home-working resident a gold dividend per tick (+3g/+6g/+10g/+15g/+22g by level).

Produces Clay each tick. A Shovel improves your gather rate.

Produces Coal each tick.

Produces Grain each tick.

Every active member earns +1 reputation per tick per Library level — a Level 3 Library pays +3 an hour, a Level 5 pays +5. Lv4: unlocks 🔦 Library Insight, which fills your open queue slots with what the city is short of. Lv5: Insight also advises — it reads the whole picture and recommends what to do next, and only queues what you tap.

Boosts wages for all city residents (+10%/+20%/+35%/+55%/+80% by level). Applies to home and away workers.

Produces Iron Ore each tick. Smelt it into Iron using a Crucible.

Produces Stone each tick.

Produces Timber each tick.

Produces Fiber each tick.

The Vendor shop (/vendor). Lv1: buy tools with gold. Lv2: adds consumables (Queue Boost, Rested Potion, Rush Token, Hired Help). Lv3: unlocks the Minister of Treasury role and lets leaders buy Tier-3 luxury goods with city treasury. Lv4: unlocks the Master's Charter — a one-time purchase that raises your personal tool cap to Level 10 and lets you lease any Masterworks for high-volume crafting, for life. Lv5: unlocks Mr. Crane's Invitation (hours on a private hunting reserve, bought with personal gold), the Grandmaster's Charter (raises your tool cap again, to Level 15), and permanent extra slots on your action queue — more hours you can be away, not a faster queue. It also puts a fifth scratch ticket on the counter.

Enables hunting trips and makes the Bow & Tanning Rack buyable at the Vendor; processes caught game into Pelts each hour. Higher levels unlock farther hunting grounds (bigger game, more hunt slots). Lv3: unlocks Hunting Expeditions — bulk hunts that turn surplus raw goods into pelts.

Heart of the city — required to found one. Lv2: unlocks the Builder role and lets you upgrade other buildings to Level 2. Lv3: unlocks Tier-3 specialty buildings, Premium Buildings, the Customs House, and Craftworks — the whole luxury endgame.

A guild of skilled craftspeople who produce refined goods each hour. Assign them recipes and they work automatically — no queue slot required.

Automatically sells surplus resources to outside trade networks each tick, converting stockpile overflow into Treasury. Requires at least one completed specialty building.

Where the city decides what it is open for business in. Each level lets the city host two more kinds of shop, and merchants from across the realm may open one on any land the city zones for it.

A processing facility for creating vibrant, rare colorants from organic and mineral sources.

A precision workshop for cutting and polishing rare gemstones into luxury goods.

A high-heat furnace for crafting fine glass from purified silica for windows and luxury goods.

A guild of skilled artisans who transform rare raw materials into intricate carved goods.

A workshop for cutting and finishing premium marble blocks for grand civic structures.

A carefully controlled mill for producing volatile gunpowder, strictly guarded.

A specialized loom for weaving fine silk thread into bolts of luxurious fabric.

A trading hub for exotic seasonings, drawing merchants and gold from distant lands.

A guild hall where master weavers create ornate decorative tapestries for halls and courts.

A winery where premium grapes are cultivated and aged into fine wines over many seasons.

Bolts of brilliantly dyed fabric hang wall to wall in a riot of color.

Watch master artisans shape molten glass into breathtaking sculptures before your eyes.

Lavish performances draw audiences from across the realm to this jewel of civic culture.

A monument to artistic achievement: silk tapestries, dyed masterworks, and marble sculptures side by side.

Serene pathways wind between jade sculptures carved by master artisans.

A glittering cabinet of rare diamonds — visitors marvel at the collection.

The finest relaxation in the realm — heated marble halls, spiced oils, and total serenity.

Spectacular fireworks light the sky above this grand pavilion each evening.

The finest silks in the region are traded, displayed, and admired under vaulted ceilings.

An aromatic labyrinth of stalls selling exotic spices from distant lands.

A welcoming inn pouring fine wine for travelers near and far.

A warm glasshouse of spice trees and impossible flowers gathered from distant lands.

Hand-inked charts of the whole realm, drawn in brilliant dye and argued over daily.

A great tower clock on jewelled bearings — the whole city sets its day by it.

Hooded hawks on silk jesses wait on their perches for the morning flight.

A marble nave, tapestried aisles, and a jewelled reliquary beneath a vaulted sky.

Woven banners of the realm's victors hang from the rafters, updated with every triumph.

Terraced gardens spilling from the city walls — the realm's postcard, and its envy.

Exotic beasts from across the world, housed in jade-inlaid enclosures draped in silk.

Rows of scribes lettering illuminated manuscripts in dyes that will outlast them.

Games beneath a hundred banners, closing each night in thunder and coloured fire.

A humming vault of coils and glass where the city's engineers coax power from the air itself. Nobody agrees on how it works; everybody agrees not to touch it.

Clockwork figures that write, draw and pour tea, built by artisans who will not explain how. Visitors come for the demonstrations and stay for the argument about whether it thinks.

Copper vessels, a cool cellar and a taproom that fills by dusk. The city's own small-batch beer, brewed where everyone can watch it happen.

A hall of brass cogwheels that reckons sums no clerk could finish in a lifetime — the city's difference engine, and the pride of its mathematicians.

Galleries of carved stone beneath the streets, older than the records that should explain them. The city keeps its dead here, and its stranger stories.

A colonnaded court built around water — jets, basins and a mist that hangs in the afternoon light. It does nothing useful, magnificently.

Gilt, red plush and famously generous acoustics. Six nights a week the city argues about what it heard on the seventh.

A field of mirrors focused on a single crucible, melting iron with nothing but the afternoon. On a bright day the light from it can be seen from every district.

A narrow counter of pale wood where a single chef works in silence, serving the day's catch to whoever is fortunate enough to find a seat.

Vaulted, cold, and deeper than the building above it. The city's finest vintages rest here in the dark, and a few of them are older than the city.