FALKOR is a northern forge atelier on a frozen fjord where games are carved from iron-wood and tempered in the aurora-borealis. We don't develop; we forge sagas. Each title is a hunt, a conquest, a story told in the smoke of the longhouse fire. The interaction is the battle; the win condition is the saga that outlives the snow.
A game of navigation and survival across a frozen sea. The player carves their longship from iron-wood, sails into the aurora, and battles the frost-giants of the northern dark. The win condition is a ship that returns to the fjord with a hold full of stories.
A solitary hunt through deep forest where the player tracks a mythical beast that may or may not exist. The interaction is the tracking; the win condition is the moment the hunter realizes they are the hunted. The forest keeps its own score.
A multiplayer saga where every player is a jarl building their hall and raiding their neighbors. The interaction is the alliance; the win condition is a feast that lasts through the longest night. Betrayal is the only currency that never devalues.
Our magnum opus: a saga that has been told for nine long winters and will never end. Each year, a new jarl adds a chapter. The interaction is the telling; the win condition is the fire that never dies. The aurora provides the light; the snow provides the silence.
FALKOR stands on a frozen fjord at 63°N, where the wind cuts like a blade and the aurora writes stories in the sky. Six jarls gather in the longhouse, carving games from iron-wood that has been seasoned for nine long winters. We don't use engines; we use axes and fire. The screen is the smoke; the game is the ember that glows after the flame dies.
A saga begins as a log of iron-wood — dense, dark, unyielding. We split it along the grain of the story, carve runes into its surface, and temper it in the aurora's green fire. The interaction is the forging; the win condition is a tale that survives the thaw. If the wood cracks, it feeds the fire. The fjord provides the ice; the jarl provides the axe. The aurora provides the temper.
The atelier keeps one rule from the First Frost: *a saga that cannot be told by firelight is not worth carving*. The mark is a brand of ember-orange on iron-grey, struck once per completed tale. The longhouse provides the smoke; the wood provides the grain. The jarl provides the story.
Carved the first iron-wood saga in Year 1. Forged The Ember Longship. Claims the aurora whispers the ending if you listen through the wood. Hasn't left the longhouse since the 4th winter. His axe-handle is wrapped in raven-leather.
Tracks the mythical beasts that become game-mechanics. Guides The Bear-Spear Saga. Refuses to use pre-written code — "the hunt must be real, or the player tastes the lie." Her eyes are the color of forest-shadow.
Manages the multiplayer alliances and betrayals. Oversees The Raven's Feast. Says the ravens carry messages between players even when the network is down. Sleeps with a raven on each shoulder and dreams in Old Norse.