Your soul,
on the record.
A does not need an account. It has already fallen through worlds without one — learned a coastline by scent, held a , bred, starved, died, and fallen on — and the game server wrote every line of it down whether or not anyone was ever going to read it. An account is not a login. It is the excavation. Down there in the mud basin, a slide buries a whole community intact, and 518 million years later that burial is the only reason we can read them at all. Same trick here. Bind your game to an account and the record surfaces: your lineage's watch, the lives you have already spent, the deeds the server signed off on. You do not create anything by signing in. You dig up what was always being written.
One account. No middlemen.
Email and password, hashed server-side with Argon2id. Your session lives in an HttpOnly cookie this page cannot read, on a Worker small enough that one person can read it top to bottom in a sitting. Nothing secret ever runs in your browser. There is no "sign in with" anything, and there never will be.
Bind soul to account.
The game menu shows a one-time code. You type it here. Then — and this is the part that matters — your own game install signs the bind with a key that has never left the machine it was made on, and only then does the link exist. A code on its own is a handle, not a key. Steal one, phish one, snipe one off a stream: it binds nothing.
- Species
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- Lives lived
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- First incarnation
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- Server
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Read it before you touch anything. If this saga is not yours, walk away — someone is trying to graft their soul onto your account, and the code dies on its own.
A window out, not a door in.
The two bots that exist read the world and nothing else — status, forecast, the leaderboard, the codex — and they are never told who is in it. The third corner is a bind, not a login: your account mints the code, you run the command yourself, and what comes back is a role and a message when something you were dies. You cannot sign in with Discord. You cannot recover with Discord. Unbind it and everything else here works exactly as it did. There is no server yet and no invite; when there is one it will be published on the support page and nowhere else, and anything else claiming to be it is not.
Signed in, you mint a code here. You go and run /link yourself. The Warden checks the signature Discord itself puts on that command — we never take a bot's word for who you are — and hands back a handle. You look at the handle, and only you can finish it.
- Asserted by
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That handle ran the command. If it is not yours, someone tried to hang their Discord on your account — which costs them their privacy and gains them nothing of yours. Bind it only if you recognise it.
Waves, not a waiting room.
We sell and test through our own website, on the same spine as everything else here — no third-party auth, no trackers, no analytics reading over your shoulder. The ladder below is the shape of it. What you will not find is a date. The Isle promised one, entered early access in 2015, and is early access still; we gate on exit criteria and ship when the criteria are met, which is slower to say and faster to mean.
The deep map, unlocked.
A linked account reads telemetry the game server pushes and signs on its own heartbeat. The website never receives credentials and can never reach into the game — the arrow only points one way. Yours, and only yours: there is no route on this site that returns anyone else's creature, because we did not build one.
Watch region
Your lineage's home range on the atlas — the coarse cell your creature works, with the live era, season and weather sitting over it. Bucketed and deliberately fuzzed, because a map precise enough to find a friend is precise enough to hunt a stranger. Vulnona shows everyone, approximately. We show you, deeply, and no one else at all.
Life stats
Species and growth stage, your age measured against what your species is actually given, and health, hunger and thirst as bands rather than numbers — the site gets to know you are hurt, not exactly how hurt, because exact numbers are a targeting solution. The biography of the life you are in the middle of living.
Saga & deed ledger
Every life you have finished — species, age reached, and what killed you — under lives lived, longest life, kills, deaths and karma rank, beside the deeds the server earned and signed. The is the only thing that survives the slate wiping. Everything else is on loan.