Pull up a stool, lad. Here's the game: seven stubborn dwarf brothers, a settlement beaten to rubble, an' a deck of cards apiece to claw it all back.
Kegs of Eternity is a roguelite deckbuilder. Build yer deck, crawl dungeons laid out fresh just to spite ye, fight yer way through with cards an' beer, an' haul home whatever survives the trip. The loot rebuilds the settlement, sharpens the brothers, an' opens the way deeper. Then ye go back down. We always go back down.
Deckbuilding Combat
Every fight's a tactical puzzle. Play yer cards, mind yer action points, stack yer status effects, an' chain combos that send the bastards cryin' back to whatever hole spawned 'em. Shared decks an' character-unique pools, each card harder-hittin' when ye upgrade it across three tiers. No two decks play the same.
Explore Procedural Dungeons
These ain't node maps. These are dungeons. Ye walk 'em, ye map 'em, ye find the rooms they didn't want ye findin'. Hidden passages, random events, branchin' paths, all laid out fresh every run. An' if it looks like there's somethin' behind that wall, lad? There just might be.
Rebuild the Town
Yer settlement lies in ruins. Rebuild the Blacksmith an' ye'll have proper steel under yer hand again. Restore the Tavern an' the brewin' starts proper. Raise the Great Hall fer permanent perks that'll save yer hide on the next run. Unlock new buildin's, new brothers, new ways to fight. Watch what used to be a pile of rubble turn back into a home worth comin' back up to, an' every run back down feels a little different than the last. (We're dwarves, lad. There's always another keg, an' there's always another wall to raise.)
Seven Dwarves, Seven Playstyles
Seven brothers, each a different problem. Stumpy blocks anythin' that moves, the dumb stubborn bastard, an' I say that with love. Angry hits first, asks questions never. Lucky bets all his coin on loot rolls an' somehow comes out richer than he started. Each brings his own cards, his own startin' perks, his own way of bein' a pain in the arse. Eight attributes, thirty-plus perks, gear for every slot a dwarf can fill: weapons, armor, shields, rings, necklaces, headgear. Pick yer brother, build him yours.
Beer. Lots of Beer.
Beer ain't flavor in this game. Beer's a system. Brews fer yer stats, brews fer what's ailin' ye, brews fer when ye need the spine to walk through the next door. Brew 'em at the Tavern, pack 'em in yer provisions, crack one open when the dungeon gets rough. Fair warnin' though: hangovers might catch up with ye.
Your Voice, Our Game
The lad makin' this game wants every player to have a say in it - so he built the askin' right into the game. There's a feedback form an' a weekly vote sittin' in the menus: no traipsin' off to Discord, no forum account to set up an' forget. Answer the question, an' yer vote is cast. Every player helps steer where Kegs of Eternity goes - not just the loudest voices in the tavern.
