Living Edge

Nothing in this world waits for you to be ready.

Living Edge is a dark fantasy survival RPG with no level scaling. You arrive with nothing. Spiders and wolves hunt the woods past the first village, and across the bay, in plain sight of your fire, Gorrak the giant sleeps on his rock, far beyond anything you can touch. Wake him and find out. Past the hills, titans twenty metres tall cross the horizon, and on a busy server someone stronger is already trying to bring one down. You can reach all of it. Most of it can kill you.

Every trip out is a gamble: what you find, what finds you, and whether you make it back to your fire with it.Cunning kills giants
Levels are not the only way up. Every horror has a Bane, and with it in hand, its level stops mattering. Treasure maps point to buried caches. Sealed barrows, stashes behind waterfalls and rune combinations nobody on your server has drawn yet wait for whoever goes looking. A sharp group of low levels can bring down what a lone veteran cannot.Build it. Then hold it.
Twist reeds into cord, shape a stone knife, harden a spear. Fell trees, mine copper, iron and silver, and beat your own blades and mail. Build anywhere in timber, stone and iron: walls, battlements, iron gates, a keep. Dig into a hill if you dare; shore it up or it comes down on you. And keep it quiet. A working base is loud, and when yours grows loud enough, the camps around you march on it.Raid them before they raid you
Bandit strongholds behind palisade walls, goblin warrens, orc war-camps, webling nests, the barrows of the dead: every one lived in, every one worth robbing. Hack through the stockade or find its way in, but the lookout on the platform is watching, and when his horn sounds the whole camp comes for you. War-bands walk the roads between, their chiefs carrying something worth killing for.Take them alive
Beat a bandit, goblin or orc senseless, bind it with cord and carry it home over your shoulder. Yoke it to your mill and it walks the beam until it breaks and swears itself to you by name. Your sworn work your forge, guard your walls while you are away and fight at your side. Each people keeps a named champion in its deadliest camp. Take it alive and it teaches you its masterwork.The night belongs to them
Vampires hunt after dark and burn at dawn. On black nights the dead walk in procession. At the new moon the Lantern Man rings his bell on the river road, and he sees a lit torch from far off. Keep by the fire, or douse your torch and take your chances.Your grave is fair game
You fall where you fall. Your pack lies in your grave until you walk back for it, and anyone can get there first: your friend, a stranger, or the player who put you in it. The server's Chronicle remembers who did what first.Hit hard. Take everything.
Blows chain into finishers that bleed, sunder, cripple or knock a foe out cold, and a killing blow can take a limb or a head. Loot comes in five tiers, from plain to Legendary. Storied pieces hide a trait until you rest by a fire with them, and some traits bite back. Every Legendary bends one rule of the game. Bring down an apex and you carry its boon; when a titan falls, everyone who fought it takes a share.Three realms. One frontier. Pick a side.
Six races, three realms, one war. Take keeps and towers by killing their lords, ambush war parties on the march, and steal another realm's relics from its shrine, then run them home while the whole server can see where you are. The realm holding the most keeps holds the Great Lift.Your world. Your server. Your rules.
Play alone, with friends on your own network, or run a dedicated server for up to 64 players on Windows or Linux: a double-click to start, an admin console, bans, backups, and Steam Workshop mods from day one. Nobody else holds your world.Features
Fight in first or third person: finishers, parries, knockouts, a bow drawn by hand, rune magic drawn on the keypad

Blend warrior, rogue, mage, cleric, druid and sorcerer, with crafts found only where two meet

Hunt Gorrak the Sleeper, the Lantern Man, the Drowned Choir, the Wolf-Mother, the titans and more

Explore seeded worlds 8 km across, from forest and marsh to open sea, isles and the Underdeep

Build in timber, stone and iron; claim it, lock it and hold it through raid windows

Sail longships to far isles and rob the hoards their keepers guard

Capture enemies alive and break them into crafters, guards and followers

Tame wild beasts with the Wolf-Mother's Beastbond

Conquer keeps, towers and relics in the realm war

Host your own dedicated server on Windows or Linux, or play on LAN or alone