Sovereign Syndicate

I came into Sovereign Syndicate as someone who has played through Disco Elysium enough times to have opinions about which build order hits hardest, and I want to be upfront: yes, the comparison is obvious, and yes, Crimson Herring Studios absolutely invited it. That's a high bar to clear for a debut title. The short version is that they mostly hold their own, and the places where they fall short are forgivable precisely because what they've built around those gaps is genuinely interesting. The setting is the game's most confident achievement. This is not the drawing-room steampunk of zeppelins and monocles. The East London you explore here is grimy, morally compromised, and densely imagined, with werewolves corralled into a containment zone at every full moon, centaur police officers patrolling cobblestoned docks, and blue-collar workers competing with steam-powered automata for work. You rotate between three protagonists across 18 chapters: Atticus Daley, an alcoholic minotaur illusionist drowning in debt; Clara Reed, a former corsair and high-society escort with an exit plan; and Teddy Redgrave, a dwarf engineer and monster hunter accompanied by his automaton Otto. Each character gets their own voice, their own web of relationships, and their own flavour of internal monologue that chimes in at decision points, very much in the Disco Elysium tradition of your own brain as unreliable narrator. The writing is thick and occasionally Oscar Wilde-adjacent, and hovering over highlighted slang gives quick glossary pop-ups so the world's invented vocabulary lands instead of alienating you. The mechanical spine is the tarot card system. Each character has four Minor Arcana decks, one per attribute, and skill checks draw from the relevant deck, adding the card's value to your base stat. The deck cycles, meaning a lucky run on a weak stat will eventually exhaust itself, which gives the randomness a satisfying pressure beyond a simple dice roll. Major Arcana cards function differently: they unlock personality traits that gate specific dialogue branches, so the build choices you make at character creation ripple into which conversations you can even access. A high self-discipline Atticus might lean into the Illusionist trait; a more desperate Clara might accumulate Despair instead of Hope, opening rougher, blunter paths through negotiations. Failure on a skill check is not always a bad outcome, and the game is smart enough to make some of its best story beats contingent on things going wrong. That design instinct is exactly right. Where Sovereign Syndicate stumbles is in the connective tissue. Moving between locations can feel hollow: the map is compact, but the density of meaningful interactions does not always justify how much time you spend walking the same stretches. Some side quests are genuinely rewarding; others feel thin, closer to errand-running than the morally textured vignettes the main narrative promises. The ending has been cited by multiple reviewers as rushed and undercooked relative to the setup, and there is no voice acting, which puts the full weight of characterisation on the prose. When the prose is good, that works. When it's merely competent, the absence of performance is felt. Minor launch bugs were present at release, and the roughly twelve-hour runtime means there is not a huge amount of room for the world to breathe. None of that undoes the core case for playing it. The three protagonists are some of the more distinctively written player characters in recent CRPG memory. The world has real texture and the kind of environmental storytelling, side conversations evolving without player intervention, locations shifting state across chapters, that makes you want to slow down and pay attention. For anyone who finished Disco Elysium and has been waiting for something to scratch that specific itch, this is the closest thing available and it is built with genuine care. Expect a contemplative, text-heavy experience with no traditional combat to speak of, a small studio's ambition occasionally outpacing its execution, and a Victorian London weird enough to stick in your head. Monika, Scout Team