Build it by hand
Walls, floors and doors, one tile at a time. Close a space off and the game works out that it’s a room, what it’s good for, and what it’s still missing before anyone will work in there.
Erebyte Games — in development
Mythwake
Working titleA colony sim in a world that stopped answering four hundred years ago. Land with a dozen people, build something that lasts, and find out what’s answering now.
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The setting
The world used to answer
Work done well enough got a reply. A wall built truly held more than a wall should. A field planted truly yielded past what the soil held. Nobody ever saw who answered. People only ever saw the reply.
Then in one night every reply stopped. Everywhere, in every craft, at once. That night is the Quieting, and the whole world still counts its years from it.
What broke was not the making. It was the answer. So the old works are all still standing, correct and inert, and the land they held in shape has spent four centuries relaxing into whatever it wants to be. They go on failing, one at a time, and the world is coming apart into pockets that can’t reach each other any more.
Your colony exists because one of them failed behind a travelling party and cut them off. They stopped walking and started building.
Thirty years ago, small makings started getting small replies again. Nobody knows what’s answering.
What you do
Build it, then keep it standing
Command one colonist by hand, or draw the districts and let them sort it out. The depth is the same either way. Only the size of the decision changes.
Nothing is only scenery
Every plant, animal, stone and carcass has a name and a use. The same log is a wall, a bowl, a fire or a reagent, depending on who you hand it to.
Everyone has a name
There’s no notable tier. Every colonist carries a trade, a skill tree, needs, a family and a death that sticks. Pick one out of the crowd and read the whole sheet.
Magic belongs to the trades
There’s no mage class, because there never was one. Spellcasting unlocks late inside every profession, so a master farmer’s magic and a master smith’s have almost nothing in common.
The treeline isn’t empty
Seasons turn and nights go properly dark. Wall it, garrison it, ward it, or lose forty years of training in one bad night.
The ground is not on your side
The old works are still failing, one at a time, and the land they held in shape is letting go. Tunnel into the rock, pave the routes worth paving, and keep your roads open while the map comes apart.
Screens
In engine, in progress
These come straight out of the game’s own renderer at the size you’d play at. When the art changes, so do these.
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Devlog
Recent notes
All entriesRoads that bend the path
A road is only a road if the pathfinder wants it. Getting there meant deleting the field the whole system stood on.
Fog you actually want to look at
Fog of war landed. Hiding the map was the easy half. Making the hidden half worth looking at took three attempts.
Hello from Erebyte
What Mythwake is, why the world it happens in stopped answering, and what one person can honestly promise.
Status
Where things stand
- Platform
- PC first. Steam, once there’s something to sell.
- Players
- Single player. No multiplayer, now or later.
- Team
- Me, most evenings. A friend when I’m stuck.
- Release
- No date. Early Access when the first slice holds up.
The mailing list
Know when it’s playable
One mail when there’s something worth your time: a devlog worth reading, a build worth downloading, or a date. No schedule, no filler, and one click to leave.
Your address is used for this list and nothing else. It is never sold or passed on.