Blood of Dawnwalker Devはスタジオの出口を説明し、新しいベンチャーを立ち上げます
The Witcher 3 および Cyberpunk 2077 のリリースに続いて、すべてのCD Projekt Redの退役軍人が会社に留まったわけではありません。ドーンウォーカーの血を追求することを選んだ人もいます *。
最近明らかにされた The Blood of Dawnwalker は、CD Projekt Redのベテランによって設立されたRebel Wolves Studioによって開発されました。
Mateusz Tomaszkiewiczは、CDPRからの彼の逸脱を説明し、主な理由を強調しました。
友人とのさまざまな創造的な道を追求したいという願望は、反乱軍のオオカミの形成につながりました。 RPGと彼らの歴史に対する彼らの共通の情熱は否定できませんが、RPGの慣習は大幅に強化され、拡大できると考えています。彼らは革新的で、さらには急進的なアイデアを考えました。特に新しい知的財産を使用して、大企業にそのような斬新な概念を受け入れるように説得することの困難は、最終的に独自のスタジオを設立する決定につながりました。このアプローチは、ソリューションのテストされていない性質によるリスクを伴いますが、異なる動作性を可能にします。
大規模なスタジオの複雑さとは異なり、反乱軍のオオカミは対人関係とコラボレーションを優先します。 Tomaszkiewiczは、小さなチームが優れたコミュニケーション、よりシンプルなビジョンアライメント、そして本当にユニークなものを築くために必要な重要な「創造的な火」への簡単なアクセスを促進すると考えています。
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Two Embers – Part 1
By [Your Name]
The wind howled across the shattered plains of Eldryth, carrying with it the scent of ash and forgotten prayers. Once, this land had bloomed beneath twin suns—golden and silver—cradled in the arms of the sky. Now, only two embers remained: one buried deep in the heart of the Obsidian Spire, the other flickering faintly in the chest of a girl who did not know her name.
She awoke beneath a sky split in two.
One half burned crimson, the other wept silver mist. The earth cracked like old parchment, and from the fissures rose whispers—voices not of men, nor beasts, but of memory itself. Her fingers curled around a shard of obsidian, warm to the touch, humming with a rhythm that matched her pulse.
She didn’t remember how she got here. She remembered nothing—not her mother’s lullaby, not the sound of her first breath, not even the shape of her face in the still pools of long-dead lakes.
Only the ember.
And the dream.
“When the twins fall, the world will wake,” the dream whispered. “But not as it was. Not as it should be.”
She sat up. The shard pulsed. Her reflection shimmered within it—not a face, but a storm: a woman with hair like flame and eyes like dying stars.
“You’re not real,” she said, voice cracked from disuse.
But the reflection smiled.
And spoke.
“I am you. I am what was lost. I am what was never meant to be found.”
She stumbled to her feet, wind tearing at her tattered cloak—the color of dust and midnight. Around her, ruins of a cathedral rose from the earth, its spires fused with bone and blackened iron. The name carved into its fallen arch read: Aetherion.
Her hand trembled as she touched the stone. A vision tore through her:
A war not of swords, but of light.
Two beings—twin stars forged in fire—clashing in the sky. One wore the face of a god, the other… a child.
She gasped.
And the ember screamed.
From the east, a sound like a thousand bells made of glass. A procession of shadows moved across the horizon—hooded figures with eyes of ash, marching in silence. Their chants were not in any tongue, but in absence. In silence.
She turned to flee—then stopped.
Because behind her, in the west, a new light rose.
Not silver. Not gold.
Blue.
And from it stepped a man—tall, scarred, wearing armor of woven wind and memory. In his hand, a sword without a blade. Its hilt bore the same mark as the shard in her palm.
“Eira,” he said, voice like wind over graves. “You’ve come at last.”
She stepped back. “Who are you?”
He looked at her, and for the first time, his face cracked—just slightly.
“I was your father,” he said. “And I thought I’d buried you with the world.”
The ground trembled. The sky split again.
And from the ember in her hand, a voice rose—not hers, not his.
“The first ember dies. The second awakens. The war begins.”
To Be Continued in Part 2: "The Blood of the Twin Suns"
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