The game
Six ideas the whole game is built on, and what they look like in play.
No classes. No levels. No stat points. Take up a sword and you fight like a swordsman; swap it for a staff and every ability changes with it. A helm, a chest piece and boots each add one more. A new character arrives with nothing in hand, and a bare hand stays a bare hand however long you have played.
No merchant sells a sword and no monster drops one. Monsters and chests give raw materials. Players fell the timber, dig the ore, refine it at the bench and forge everything anyone in the world will ever wear.
The Destiny Board is a great tree of nearly two hundred nodes. You climb it by doing: fighting with a weapon, gathering a resource, crafting an item. Fame earned that way opens higher tiers of gear and new spells to choose. Everything behind every door is still an item.
Each city keeps its own order book in silver. Post a sell offer, place a buy order and let it wait, or take what is on the stall. Prices are what players make them, and goods earned in a dangerous realm are worth more in a safe one.
Some realms are warded and nothing is lost there. Others are lawless, and what you carry in is what someone may carry out. The finest materials grow only where it is dangerous, so going deeper is a decision about reward.
A woodcutter, a smith, a hauler running goods between cities and a sellsword are all real careers. None of them requires winning a fight, and every one of them feeds the others.
From root to blade
Nothing in the world is sold by the game. Every piece of gear starts as a tree, a vein of ore or a hide.
Fell trees, mine ore, quarry stone, reap fibre and skin hides, each trade with its own tool. A worked node runs dry and grows back.
Logs become planks, ore becomes ingots, hides become leather. A tier VIII blade needs tier VIII ingots.
Forge weapons, armour, tools, capes and bags at the bench. The finest pieces carry a history of who made them and whom they have fought.
Sell on the city's order book, haul goods to a richer market, or arm a guild. The economy is the players.
You are what you wear
Equip a weapon and its abilities appear on your bar. Your helm, chest and boots each add one more.
Tier VIII armory
Frostbound Cloak
Royal Sun Cloak
Moonveil Cloak
Emberforge Spear
Sunscar Spear
Starfall Spear
Serpent Tide Spear
Blackthorn Spear
The Destiny Board
A great tree of nearly two hundred nodes, climbed by fighting, gathering and crafting.
Fight with a sword and the swordsman's branch grows. Fell trees and the woodcutter's grows. Each node you master lets you wear, gather or craft a higher tier, and opens new spells to choose. A new character starts at the root with nothing.
Combat
Fights are fast and aimed. You choose where every spell lands.
They hunt as a pack and take turns: one lunges while the others circle.
A winged caster in a grave-black robe. His hands burn black while he casts, and his curses mark the ground before they land.
An old forest spirit that wakes when disturbed. It drags vines through the earth across the ground it has warned you of.
He stands at the gates like a statue, his sword turning in the air around him. He keeps the peace and does not need to see to do it.
