December Update - Happy 2025 from Silver Coin team
about 1 month ago
– Mon, Dec 30, 2024 at 10:08:00 AM
Hey Hunters,
First of all, we want to wish you a joyful holiday season and all the best for the upcoming 2025. As we wrap up the year, we’re sharing with you a detailed update about the progress of our project. We know it’s been a while since our last update, and we truly appreciate your patience as we worked through the past few months.
We’re not ready to provide a specific timeline just yet, but with only a few tasks remaining, we’re on the cusp of entering the production phase. Below is a comprehensive checklist of what’s been accomplished and what’s left to do so you can see exactly where we stand.
✅ What’s Done
- 3D Minatures done: We finished the last 3D miniature design for the Spellblade
- All project Artwork done - sharing a few of them below from different scenarios
- Main Box + Expansion Box design, layout done
- Double Sided Reputation Board & Auction Board done
- Improvement Cards done: We added some new cards and changed/balanced some of the rest. All of them have been reviewed, updated, and thoroughly playtested.
- Townsfolk & Monarch Cards done: Fully added and checked.
- Game Components done: Every game component is finalized.
- Game Text done: Every bit of text—including final scenario prologues and lore—is fully written.
- New Berserker Character: Successfully incorporated into the scenario Giant and a Shadow. This fierce warrior becomes more dangerous as the battle intensifies, channeling her rage to unleash devastating power when her health is at its lowest. However it’s the shadow within her, relentless and untamed, that truly defines her fate; uncover her tale of fury, resilience, and the haunting whispers that guide her in the lore below.
Child of the Sky Mountains – Berserker
“Mountains are gray, meadows are green, come play with us now, don’t be so mean! Hihihi…
Come, Fjella, play with us!”
The voices of children rang out like wind chimes through the air, their laughter carried by the breeze down from the towering peaks. They scampered across the emerald meadows, daring to call out to the infamous warrior of the Sky Mountains. Their chant, playful and teasing, echoed faintly in the distance, as if carried by the will of the mountains themselves. They didn’t truly expect an answer. Fjella had never been one for childish games, not when she was their age and certainly not now. Yet the sight of her, towering and stoic, braided blonde hair catching the sun’s light like strands of gold, still sparked some glimmer of hope in them. Perhaps today, they thought, she would set her axes aside and join them. But Fjella only sat there, motionless on a weathered tree stump, her piercing eyes fixed somewhere beyond the horizon. Even as a girl, games like toga-honk or knattleikr had not been her pastime. Training had consumed her youth, her mother ensuring she was forged into steel from the moment her father fell in battle when she was but four winters old. In Vanir, Fardag, and the other villages of the Sky Mountains, such a path was not uncommon. Here, all were warriors—men, women, even children. Yet for Fjella, it was different. Her mother, hardened by loss, had been more than a mentor. She was a relentless teacher, a shield against the world, and at times, Fjella thought, more warlord than parent. Still, in moments of quiet, Fjella could feel the truth of it: her mother’s blood flowed in her veins, her fierce love an unyielding flame. But life in Myefisk, the fishing town near Oldefar’s capital, was another world entirely. Here, the people seemed unburdened by the weight of swords and shields. Fishermen rose at dusk, returning with their bounties as the sun climbed the sky. Children laughed freely, their worries no heavier than a feather caught in the breeze. Fjella had purchased a grand house atop the stor bakke, a hill overlooking Myefisk’s outskirts. It was a sanctuary, a place where she could taste the life she had never known. Yet her stays were fleeting, measured in weeks within a year. The Witch of Vinsal had made her purse heavy with coin, and tales of her triumphs drew work to her like moths to a flame. She was famed now—a berserker whose name alone sent brigands scurrying. But fame bore a cost.
The shadow was always there. Watching. Whispering. Waiting.
For most, a good day was marked by calm waters or a hearty meal. For Fjella, it was a morning without its presence. Yet it never stayed gone for long. The skygge, they called it. The shadow. Its nature was inseparable from what made her a berserker. Strength, resilience, and fury—they were the marks of a warrior. But it was the rage, that wildfire within, that set berserkers apart. Rage wasn’t born; it was forged. Trauma struck the spark, and from that moment, the flame was eternal. It flickered within, patient and silent, until the winds of fury brought it roaring to life. With the flame came the shadow—a companion for life. It was a voice, a force, a presence. No two berserkers bore the same shadow, yet all shared the same curse: the voice would not be ignored. It whispered its desires, screamed its demands, clawed at the edges of the mind. For Fjella, the voice was ever persistent, relentless in its urgings. She could quiet it for a time, but never forever. Now, as she sat in the golden light of the meadow, her shadow stirred once more.
“Why are we sitting here, Fjella?” it hissed, a serpentine voice coiling through her thoughts. “Every time I leave you be, you squander your potential. I saw an Olm poster in town. Small prey, perhaps, but better than wasting your time here.”
She exhaled slowly, her fingers brushing the haft of the axe at her waist. The braids of her golden hair swayed as she rose from the stump, her towering form casting a long shadow over the grass. She should cut her hair—it was a liability in battle. But it was all she had left of the girl she might have been. Without a word, she turned and began her descent toward the town below, the children’s laughter fading into the breeze.
- Final Scenario—Enigma: Chosen by the community, this epic scenario (approx. 7,000 words makes it the longest written scenario we have) is completed and in final stages of playtesting. Without spoiling too much, we can confirm it’s true to its name.
The summons had come suddenly, without warning, carried on the wings of whispers that refused to give clarity. They spoke in riddles, all of them. From the nobles of Gobekli Tepe to the shadowed corridors of Ajet Castle, no one dared name the true purpose of the King’s urgent call. Not even the most cunning among them risked voicing their suspicions.
The air was dense, suffused with the weight of what was unsaid. The throne room of Ajet Castle was as imposing as the king who ruled from it. Mirrors lined the walls in gilded frames, turning the chamber into an endless maze of reflected faces. The hall was grand but cold, its high arches carved with the stories of Morahan’s victories, each tale immortalized in stone. The great mosaic beneath their feet depicted the great cities of the realm, golden lines threading their paths together. Above, the King’s throne loomed, high atop 24 steps, each etched with the sigils of those same cities. To ascend was to walk the history of an empire.
The coinlords—merchants whose wealth could topple thrones—stood uneasily among the noblemen, their presence as rare as it was troubling. Nearby, lords whispered over goblets of Aymara’s sunset wine, its cloying sweetness loosening tongues better left still. A single careless word in this hall could strip a man of his title—or his life.
Yet it was not the merchants or nobles who commanded attention. Every gaze was drawn to the figures at the center. Their presence spoke louder than words, commanding the room even in this tense assembly. They were nothing like the lords, with their wine-stained mouths and heavy perfumes.
The tension was palpable, thick as the mirrored walls that seemed to reflect more than just light—every doubt, every fear.
The Mercenary entered first, her great shield carved like a flower with a jewel at its heart, reflecting the light in sharp, dazzling shards. Behind her, the Winged Knight strode, eagle feathers adorning his shoulders as though the sky itself had granted him favor. The Pale Woman followed, trailing a gown of deep violet that clung to her figure and rippled like smoke in her wake. Last came the Spell Weaver, her tribal garments draped elegantly over her sun-kissed skin, her amber eyes gleaming she was beautiful, deadly, impossible to ignore. The girl offering wine moved carefully through the crowd, deftly navigating the sea of nobles. She dared not linger near them too long—eyes must never rise to meet those of higher station. But the Hunters were another matter. Her gaze flicked to them, quick and curious. They fascinated her in ways the nobles never could.
Even so, she did not stare too long. She’d heard what happened to those who drew attention here. This room, full of mirrors, had seen its share of disappearances. And then he rose. High atop the throne of 24 steps, the King stood—a living shadow haloed by the sun crest above him. Silence fell like a blade. Even the drunken lords stilled, their wine-slick tongues silenced as the monarch’s voice filled the room.
It was a voice both elegant and sharp, a voice that could command armies and silence storms. A voice that carried with it the weight of mystery and the promise of peril.
The girl dared not lift her gaze, but in that moment, she knew: whatever task these Hunters had been summoned for, it was no simple hunt. The enigma had only just begun.
🔄 What’s Left to Do
- Graphical Design: Final 5% of tweaks and adjustments + cards being prepared for production (Bleed + Margins on cards, text adjustments etc.)
- Game Insert: Creation of the insert now that all components are finalized.
- Scenario Book & Rulebook: Fully written and proofread but need triple-checking and small design tweaks.
- Final Playtesting: Wrapping up testing for Enigma while continuing minor playtests of other scenarios to ensure balancing.
- Production Prep: Finalizing samples, production planning, and logistics
We stand by our belief that the project will be done when it’s truly ready, and we’re committed to delivering a game that exceeds your expectations. Based on the checklist above, we’re in the final stages of development, and soon all that will remain is the production and fulfillment phase.
We’ll share next update to hit early march with a projected timeline for the rest of the year. Thank you again for being part of this journey with us—we couldn’t do this without your support, and we’re excited to bring this game to life together.
Have a wonderful new year's eve tomorrow and may your bags be full of silver coins!
