Free-to-play action fantasy MMORPG
Magic here was never infinite. It was spent — nearly all of it — to end a war that tore a continent in half. Two powers have watched each other across that wound ever since. Something is pulling at the seam.
An action fantasy MMORPG, free to play. Dorenvar is an online world you share with other players, where you aim every swing and spell yourself and the roads don’t come with a quest arrow.
Dorenvar is an MMORPG. Its roads, towns and wilds are shared with other players. Travel alone, or form a party of up to five.
Real-time and third-person. You aim every strike, spell and arrow yourself, and where you stand decides the fight.
Join the Concord or the Scarred Dominion, then choose from four races on each side. Both choices are permanent.
Hold the line, keep a party alive, strike from the shadows, or change shape mid-fight. Every class fills its own role.
Quest across regions on two continents, joined by Concord ships and the Dominion’s skyway.
Embers, an optional currency, buy conveniences such as extra character slots. They never buy power.
Roads run to the cliff edge and stop. Rivers finish their course on the far shore. Harbours face open water with nothing left to receive. The history books argue about who did it. The coastline doesn’t.
“Borders closed two generations ago. The treaty held. Nobody alive remembers agreeing to it.”
Neither of these is the evil empire. They are two answers to the same catastrophe, and each is convinced the other is already breaking the treaty. One of them is going to be right first.
They rebuilt by refusing to do it alone — shared roads, mixed capitals, a council that debates everything on the record. It works. It is also the seam an enemy would pry at first.
Pale hill-cities and grain roads. Blue-and-gold heraldry. Archives missing exactly the pages you want.
Hard country, harder politics, no patience for a plan that only works in good weather. Say what you will do and then do it, and there is a place for you here — whatever you are.
Rift terraces and forge light. Airship lines strung between cliffs. A contest with rules, and consequences for breaking them.
Your race is not a skin. It sets your homeland, your allies, the roads open to you, and which version of the past you were raised to believe. Roll another and you will learn things your first character never finds out.
Traders, builders, frontier organisers. The ones who notice when caravan losses stop looking like bad luck.
Mountain-scale stone-wrights. Their ancestors healed the broken earth — so why is healed stone cracking again, in a straight line?
They grow their cities instead of cutting them — and they know the difference between growth and health. Something in the soil has forgotten it.
Scholars of tide, light and oath. They keep the finest archive in the world, and the gaps in it are not accidents.
Same ancestors as the Concord, a different century of hard choices. They make volcanic ground pay rent and they don’t romanticise it.
Obsidian skin, ember seams, and a culture that settles things face to face. Their fights have rules — and someone has started breaking them and blaming the clans.
Windkin of the cliff rookeries, the fastest travellers alive. Half their homeland ended up on the other continent, and they have never let it go.
Metal-skinned, gold-eyed, and not originally from this world. They keep their history in resonance and ritual — and even they can no longer read all of it.
Third-person, over the shoulder. Telegraphs you can read, dodges you have to time, positioning that decides fights. Your stats don’t swing the sword for you.
Follow the road, the smoke, the tower on the ridge, the innkeeper’s directions. You build the map in your head — and getting lost is part of the deal.
Race and faction are permanent. They decide your homeland, your welcome, your crossings, and which half of the truth you get told.
Trade, craft, ecology, families, local trouble, bad jokes in good taverns. The war is not the only reason to be out there.
These are the design pillars for a project in active development — what Dorenvar is being built to deliver, not a claim that any feature is finished or guaranteed at launch.
From the narration“Once, power enough to remake life burned across Dorenvar. To end an age of war, the world spent nearly all of it. What remained became memory — written into stone, tide, flame, root, and wind.”
Now two continents watch one another across the Sundersea. And beyond every city wall, the road is calling.
Dorenvar is an action fantasy MMORPG: an online world you share with other players. Combat is real-time and third-person, and you aim every strike, spell and arrow yourself. Choose the Concord or the Scarred Dominion, one of eight races and one of nine classes, then quest alone or in a party of up to five.
Yes. Dorenvar is free to play. Embers, an optional currency, buy conveniences such as extra character slots, never power. Dorenvar is not pay-to-win.
Join the Dorenvar Chronicle. Early-access invites go out by email, in waves, to Chronicle subscribers.
No release date is announced yet. Chronicle subscribers hear first.
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