A seeded swamp.
No two journeys share the same map. Stilt villages, crooked jetties, fogged ruins and sunken crypts are woven fresh from each world seed.
FolVis Studios presents
Some worlds are found. Others wait to be unearthed.
First-person fantasy RPG · In development for PC · Coming to Steam
Khadrel is a first-person fantasy RPG. Wake in a drowned land of reed beds and black water, lantern-lit stilt villages, frogfolk and forgotten shrines. An ancient tongue is carved into everything. And the story becomes yours.
World art in development · In-engine assets
Become through doing.
No class screens to lock you in. Swing a bog-iron blade, draw a reed bow, brew at the cauldron or cast fen magic—the skills you practise are the ones that grow.
Built over older bones.
The frogfolk raise their plank walks and mushroom roofs over the stone of vanished peoples whose mechanisms and inscriptions still hum beneath the mire.
02Gazetteer of the Fen
Places the mist
has not quite taken.
Follow plank walks and crooked jetties from lantern-lit frogfolk settlements out to the drowned stone of the deep bog.
Stilt & Mushroom Villages
“Huts on poles above the black water” and hollowed mushroom caps where frogfolk elders, smiths and traders keep the lanterns lit.
Fisher’s Landing
“Stilt huts along a crooked jetty, nets and fish on the drying racks, and rowboats that have seen better years.”
Moonlit Boardwalk
“A plank walk of lantern-lit stalls out in the reeds, ending at a stilt house with a spire roof where a fence buys what no honest trader will. Under the moon the mist turns blue here.”
Alchemist Hermit’s Hut
“A leaning hut hung with drying herbs, a cauldron out front, and a garden of things you should not eat.”
Ruined Shrine
“Four cold braziers ring a shrine the mist has half taken. Whoever lit them in the right order once, left something behind the stones.”
The Sunken Dungeon
“A drowned crypt where the frogfolk king still holds court beneath the mud.” Every village on the road paid the Drowned King in lanterns—until now.
03Ways of the Fen
Six disciplines.
Zero class screens.
Survive by hand, cauldron, spell and timber. Every system in Khadrel is tactile, physical, and tied to the swamp around you.
01Tlet & Itzl
Blade, Bow & Fen Magic
Time directional swings, parries and dodges in first person, or call on the swamp itself. Cast Frost Bolt (“a bolt of bog-water that remembers winter”), raise the mire with Bog Surge, wrap yourself in Veil of Dusk, or cross dark channels with Water Walking.
02Patl Napsh
Cauldron Alchemy
Forage twelve swamp plants—Ghost Orchid, Ember Moss, Sunbell, Weeping Vine and Bog Sage—and stir them into a boiling cauldron. Every bottle takes the blended colour and drifting motes of its brew, stamped with a painted Khadreli label: patl napsh (medicine of breath) or patl mut (medicine of death).
03Khadrel
Stilt & Treehouse Building
Claim a quiet bend of the marsh and raise your own settlement. Snap plank walks, stilt walkways, boat docks, rope bridges and high willow treehouses together, then set down your smithy, tanning rack, workbench, cauldron and cook fire wherever you make camp.
04Tlamem
Taming the Tlamem
The heavy, moss-backed swamp mule is called tlamem—from the Khadreli tlamama, “to carry a load.” Wild ones startle easily in the reeds; creep up slowly, offer salt by hand, and earn a loyal mount and pack-carrier across ground that bogs a boot.
05Atlan
Dusk Fishing & Peat Smoke
Step out onto a crooked jetty at Fisher’s Landing and cast a reed rod where the ripples rise. Read the bobber’s dip, haul your catch from the black shallows, and cure it over a peat fire before the night mist rolls in.
06Tepetl
The Deep Dig & Swelter
Fell swamp timber and dig beneath the roots through layered voxel strata—peat, clay, shale and deep granite. The deeper your pickaxe bites toward bog iron and buried stone, the hotter the subterranean Swelter grows.
KHADRELI · WEDGE-CELL SCRIPT
04The language of Khadrel
Before the story,
there was a word.
A name with roots.
Khadrel is itself a Khadreli word. Its root, kh-d-r, speaks of gathering: a cluster, a nest above the water.
An original tongue.
We are building Khadreli from the ground up, with its own sounds, roots and grammar. One ancient language, shared by every people of the world.
Written in wedge-cells.
Each syllable is a hexagonal cell of pressed outer wedges for the consonant, an inner mark for the vowel, and a flowing pen-flick beneath the word.
Carved into the world.
Stamped onto potion bottles (patl napsh), shop signs, bark scrolls and shrine lintels. A layer of history to feel—never homework you have to memorise.
✦Language & lore in development · Lexicon below
Spoken in the fen · Working Lexicon
- Khadrel
- “The Gathered Place” (root kh-d-r)
- tlatol
- word, speech, tongue
- tlet
- fire, ember
- itzl
- obsidian, volcanic glass
- patl napsh
- medicine of breath (healing draught label)
- patl mut
- medicine of death (poison bottle label)
- tlamem
- swamp mule, load-carrier (from tlamama)
- zuzu
- small buzzing marsh thing
05Denizens & The Absent Peoples
Those who dwell here.
And those who left the stone.
Play as one of the living frogfolk in a swamp haunted by wild beasts and the silent architecture of three vanished civilizations.
The Living & The Gone · World Lore
The Frogfolk
Living People · PlayableBuilders of stilt villages, mushroom burrows and crooked jetties. They salvage ancient stone and carapace plates for their workshops, trade by lantern-light, and guard the roads against the Drowned King’s court.
The Veyth
Absent People · Keepers of the Second MemoryVanished insectoid cultivators who grew living shell armour on frames and stored sensory impressions in tended witness beds. Walk carefully: an unsealed bed still presses an old summer’s grief into the mind of whoever steps across it.
The Oruun
Absent People · Builders of WeightBroad, four-armed mineral-skinned masons who built counterweight halls and ceramic plate. Their load-bound guardians still hold collapsing arches and sluice gates in place—because a promise can keep working long after everyone it served is gone.
The Ithrei
Absent People · Voices in the StoneTall, narrow-bodied smiths of folded metal and wind organs. Their ruins answer to pitch, rhythm and silence, guarded by acoustic locks where a perfectly preserved command can still be disastrously wrong.
Field Notes · Creatures of the Mire
Tlamem
Swamp Mount“The swamp mule. Heavy, black-hided and mossed along the back, it carries a load over ground that bogs a boot, and it will carry a rider who earns its trust.”
Giant Dragonfly
Reed-Bed Hunter“Wide as a door, it hunts the reed beds at dusk and hovers over the clear shallows.”
Ember Dragonfly
Cattail Darter“A knee-high darter the colour of a banked fire, it flits between the cattails.”
Moonbell
Nocturnal Drifter“A pale bell that drifts over the shallows after dark and stings what touches its threads.”
Swamp Beast
Deep-Bog Grazer“Heavy horned grazer of the deep bog; slow, and stubborn when cornered.”
Water Serpent & Bog Eel
Black-Water Predators“Long and dark as a drowned root, it slips through the reeds without a ripple” where mudcrabs and bog eels wait in the silt.
06Objects remember
Iron. Water.
Something older.
Even an ordinary blade has a story to tell.
The drowned smiths
Pulled from
black water.
“The drowned smiths pulled their iron from the black water…”
The quench
Quenched
in the mire.
“…and quenched it there too. Some nights the blade still sweats cold, as if the bog wants it back.”
In-game artifact
Iron
Short Sword.
Rendered live in your browser, straight from the game’s own model.
07From the Reed-Bag
Every tool carries
the smell of peat.
A few of the items, journals and provisions waiting in the current build’s chests, smithies and drowned crypts.
Iron Hand Axe
“The drowned smiths hung these at the belt for clearing reeds, and for clearing the road when the reeds were not the trouble.”
Iron Dagger
“Smelted from the red crust of the bog, it bites small but twice as fast as any sword.”
Hardened Leather Cuirass
“Layers of marsh-hide wax-hardened in the smoke of a peat fire, heavy and nearly as stiff as plate.”
Reedbound Journal
“Reeds bind its spine and the ink has run, but the frogfolk hand is still clear. It hints at a drowned crypt below the mud.”
Sunken Lantern
“A brass lantern, green with age, still warm as if someone had only just put it down.”
Peat Spirit
“Clear liquor distilled over peat smoke. It warms the chest, loosens the tongue and tastes of a burning bog.”
Your story is still unwritten
The world is waiting.
Leave your mark.
Follow Khadrel’s journey to Steam.
An independent RPG by FolVis Studios.