Corvids

No reason is needed. It shines, it sticks out, it makes noise. That's enough. In Corvids you are not a player: you are a curious, intelligent bird, obsessed with small and useless objects. The table becomes a chaotic, unstable territory, continually disturbed by beaks that rummage, push, cover, uncover. There is no order here. There is only opportunity.

A chaos you can control… maybe

At first, it all seems lighthearted, almost playful. Piled papers, scattered feathers, hidden nests. Then you begin to understand that every movement leaves a trace. Moving a card isn't just about looking for what you want: it's about covering what someone else is looking for. expose a nest, create a chain of effects you hadn't foreseen. Every “peck” is a physical, concrete choice, visible to everyone.

Physical play, quick thinking

Here, hands matter. The fingers, the fake beak, the imperfect gesture. You don't move pawns: you disturb an ecosystem. Cards move, feathers change position, combinations emerge as the table clears. The further the game progresses, the more each move weighs. The less space, the fewer mistakes allowed.

Simple on the outside, sharp on the inside

The rules are explained in a moment. The games are not. Corvids is a family board game that treats no one like a fool: He's fast, physical, immediate, but leaves room for reading the table, timing, and small, well-placed attacks. Every game ends with the feeling of having lost (or won) by a single peck.