Scrolls of the Lord
Scrolls fo the lord - first-person action game in fantasy decorations. Fight with swords or use the power of magic in the role of “Devastated” - knight who has risen from the dead.

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Explore and Fight your way through an ever-changing world in a quest for vengeance and survival in an epic Adventure through the Norse afterlife. Meet fellow lost souls in seamless and wordless VR Co-op as you Block, Dodge, Strike and Power your way through Trolls, Draugr and other dark beings.
Released
February 6, 2026
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Windows
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Last sync
September 30, 2026
You awaken cold and weaponless in a realm shaped by death and memory. The air is thick with sap. The roots shift when you're not looking. And something old is watching.
This is the Norse afterlife—reborn as a VR roguelite. Fight, explore, and cross paths with others like you. No voice chat. No usernames. Just presence, movement, and trust.
Block, dodge, and strike your way through an ever-changing world of myth.
Claim weapons and spells, learn from each fall, and forge your path in seamless, wordless co-op.

In Crossings you cross paths with others—naturally and seamlessly appear in the same world. Every player walks their own path. But when paths cross, your fates intertwine—amplifying what each of you brings.

Feel every swing, every hit, every dodge. Your body is your weapon—and your defense.
Master a growing arsenal and combine weapons with trinkets, spells, and consumables.
Manage your resources, tweak your build, and twist fate to your advantage—or throw it into chaos.
And customize your run with modifiers for:
Some upgrades are straightforward while others are unpredictable and risky—stack them wisely, or embrace the madness.

This world is not static. Each time you return, it reshapes itself.
The forest folds in new directions. Caves open where they weren’t. You may return to the same place—but it will not be the same.
Die, learn, and push further.
Every death opens a new branch of the story—and every Crossing is yours alone.

Sap drips from the trees like blood. The roots twitch like veins. The forest does not sleep. It waits.
It remembers what you were.
It watches what you become.
And somewhere in its hollow chest, something is still beating.
This is not the end. This is between.