Hordes of the Draugr
The fire is life.
Every night, the dead of Hvítmýrr rise from their graves. Swing the axe yourself, combine runes into your own build and keep the fire burning until dawn. At midnight, the Draugr‑king leaves his mound.
In the white marsh of Hvítmýrr, the dead do not rest. Every night they climb out of their graves and the old burial mounds, and every night Bjorn of the clan stands in the clearing with an axe, a fire and whatever help the ancestors can send.
Hold out until dawn. If you dare, bring down the king who sleeps beneath the mound.
Wyrdfire is an action roguelite against hordes of the dead, where every swing is yours.
Your life is split into breaths. The fire heals the breath you are on, but a lost breath is gone for the rest of the night.
And the night leaves its mark on Bjorn: a torn cape, frost in his beard, cracks in his mail.
Every run is one night, from dusk to dawn. The horde swells into peaks and pulls back into calms, and in the calms the ancestors send their gifts.
The earth of Hvítmýrr gives back its dead.
Calm · a gift of the ancestorsEyes at the edge of the trees. The wolves have smelled the fight.
Calm · a gift of the ancestorsBersi's men came through the ditch. Alive, and worse than the dead.
Calm · a gift of the ancestorsIn the mist, someone whispers your name.
Calm · a gift of the ancestorsThe door of the mound opens. The king was never buried to stay.
Midnight · survive until dawn, or bring him downGather the embers of the fallen to grow stronger through the night, and choose runes from five paths. No two nights make the same warrior.
Cuts that bleed, critical strikes and blows that echo.
A burning axe, and fire that spreads and bursts.
White-hot thunder that leaps between foes and stuns for a heartbeat.
The charged blow, the shoulder-dodge and the blood of the bear.
More embers, more luck and better offers.
Raise a rune to its highest grade, pair it with a rune from another path, and a new power awakens.
Hundreds of them at once. And not all of them are dead.
The restless dead of the marsh. Slow, stubborn and many.
They pour out of the graves by the hundred and break with a single blow.
They hunt in packs of three and circle before they lunge.
Shields that march as one. A charged blow splits the wood.
Living men, and worse than the dead. An amber line shows where the arrow will fly.
Huge, slow and thick-skinned. They hate fire.
The nightmare that lands on your chest. Shoulder her off before she takes your breath.
Bigger and colder, rimmed with frost. They guard the best rewards of the night.
He wakes at midnight with his great sword, a ring of frost and the voice that raises the graves. Survive until dawn and he returns to his mound. Bring him down, and what he guarded is yours.
Between one night and the next, return to the clan's hall: forge new weapons, talk with your people and follow a saga that moves on even when you fall.
Being built for Early AccessWyrdfire is in development, with Early Access on Steam planned for 2027. When there is a playtest or a demo, it will be announced here.
PC (Windows), on Steam. Steam Deck is a target from the start.
Yes, as an option, and it is off by default. The game is made to be played with your own hands.
It shares the hordes, the runs and the build that grows during the night. The difference is in your hands: you aim and swing every blow, dodge with your shoulder, and keep a fire alive.
Through this site and, soon, the Steam page. For press and anything else, write to [email protected].
The fire is life.
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