

We craft atmospheric games about myth, memory, and roads no one walks twice.



A wise-woman herbalist and her donkey wander the cold reaches — brewing potions, guarding memory stones, and following the trail of a vanished mentor. A warm game about a harsh world.

An atmospheric journey of a herbalist, her donkey, and the memory stones. Myth, mist, and the road.

A beer-brewing sim in Ancient Egypt. Grain, gods, and PS1 aesthetics.

A diary of one winter in a besieged city. A game about the weight of every choice.

A game can be quiet and still hold you tighter than any timer. We build worlds you want to stay in.

Our worlds grow from real roots — Baltic and Slavic folklore — not stock fantasy.

We are few, and that is our strength: no committees between the idea and the game. Just the forge and the hands that work it.


Screenshots, work-in-progress, and honest notes straight from the forge.