Lanterns and a thousand windows
Bucharest
Dare. Take the side of the night army and win without losing your queen.
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Bucharest is a board lit by lanterns: boulevards for long diagonals, hidden courtyards for sneaky knight forks, and a lake meadow where nobody trusts the dark squares. Its six armies play like six openings: one strolls, one dances, one charges like a dragon. Every crossroads is a fight for the centre.
Press an army
Boulevard Promenaders
Lamplit avenues where the whole city dresses to be seen
“Stylish, calm, always one step ahead.”
Iele
Veiled dancers who circle the lake meadows by moonlight
“Beautiful, quick, and not to be crossed.”
Călușari
Sworn dancers in white and red, bells ringing at their ankles
“Light feet, loud bells, and an oath they never break.”
Balauri of the Reed Delta
Many-headed dragons asleep under the reeds and still water
“Loud, fierce, all fire and no fear.”
The Rebels
Free clans from the city's edge, rich in gold, fiddles and horses
“Free, proud, and never asking permission.”
Dracula’s Night Court
The count's night court rides out when the city's lamps go dark
“Dark manners, deep plans, a long memory.”
