Not just a horde: a story
A king, his eleven sons and a golden cloak. The youngest, the prince, is his father’s favourite, and his ten older brothers never take him seriously. Then one night something starts whispering to them in the dark.
The prince wakes up far from home, in the Starwood, where the sun never shines. Every new location opens a page of the hero’s journal, drawn as a small animated pixel comic, and step by step he finds his way back.
The Eleventh SonThe king had eleven sons. The ten eldest rode to war with their father, while the youngest, the prince, stayed in the castle. BrothersHis brothers never took him seriously. “Tagalong,” they laughed whenever he trailed after them, begging to come along. The Golden CloakThe king returned victorious and gave the youngest a cloak of golden thread and rare dyes. Only kings wear such cloaks. The PlotThe brothers talked about it by the fire, night after night, until the thought took root in every heart. And then they had a plan. The Way HomeThe prince woke at the bottom, in the Starwood, where the sun never shines. He is alive. Home is far above. He will return — and he will not return alone.
I want Survivor to be more than a way to pass the time. I want it to carry something worth keeping: that there is a way home, and that forgiveness can be stronger than betrayal.