Multo Sakalye Studio presents
FORGOTTEN PLATEAU OF VYORNA
Build a home on a plateau above a sea of cloud. Farm it, tame its creatures, and glide the wind roads to three more.
Four plateaus stand above the Seep. One of them is waiting for you.
Announcement trailer
One minute on the plateaus: the stone, the lakeshore, the harvest, a fire at night, and the forest you only enter if you dare.
The prologue
You were born in Solstice Cove, where the river Lyuta runs too wide to shout across.
One spring the ground by the Lyuta cracked, and a yellow breath came up out of it.
You walked on for days, with the haze in every breath. Something vast came down out of it, and looked at you.
No road climbs those cliffs. You would not remember any of it.
You woke on a high clearing, far above the Seep. And this is where your story as a nomad truly begins.
The world
Updrafts rise where the warm Seep meets the cold cliffs. The wind-folk call them wind roads. Build a better wing and they will carry you further.
I · Home
The Forgotten Plateau
Meadow, birch and Mirror Lake. Its people went down to the richer lowlands generations ago; only Radko, the old hermit, stayed. At its back stands the Old Crown, a mountain fifteen levels high, and deep inside it lives something big.
II · Stone and snow
The Stone Teeth
Bare stone, juniper and early snow, with hot springs steaming in the hollows and iron in the rock. The wind-folk keep their camp, the Perch, under an overhang here, and eagles nest on the high teeth.
III · Birch and bog
Where the wind-folk trade
A flat moor of birch, peat and still pools that hold the sky. Wind-folk land here to trade goods from every plateau, and shaggy moor ponies wander the heather.
IV · If you dare
The Forest of Devotion
Tomin's forest, high and dense and never quite dark. It is the one plateau that does not want you. Go there only if you choose to.
The heart of the game
You start with nothing but your pack. Gather, build, plant and cook. Tame a dog and a hawk. Raise a roost and the wind-folk will come.
Lay a floor, frame the walls, thatch the roof. Then light the hearth and watch the night come in.
Seed from Radko, a dug bed, and a season of patience. What you grow, you cook over your own fire.
Leave food, step back, and wait. Gunner the dog follows you home. The hawk learns to hunt for you.
Zip lines between poles carry you over gorges and down the hillsides of the vale.
Light a Wind Beacon and build a Roost. Lodgers glide in on the updrafts, stay a while, pay in Aeros, and tell you of roads you have not flown.
Ease off when it runs, reel in the calm. A lake pike will test you.
Days turn, seasons turn. The fire is always where you left it.
Optional · Act III
High in the hills grows the Forest of Devotion. Its creatures and apparitions take the souls of the fallen and carry them to Tomin, the miser god who weighs and counts them.
Swing, block and parry against Mossbound hounds, Bark Husks and the Soul-Takers with their wicker baskets.
Raging from a Tithe-Lantern hook in his flank. Heal him, and he is yours.
Seen on Mirror Lake, fought in the Black Tarn. Spared, she carries you over deep water.
Every great beast can be healed or felled, and some can be befriended without a fight. What you choose follows you home.
Fallen apparitions release the souls they carried. Lead them to rest before Tomin can count them.
A calm player can stay on the cozy plateaus and lose nothing essential. The Vyorna waits either way.
FORGOTTEN PLATEAU OF VYORNA
