Swarog

About

Swarog is a real-time strategy game rooted in ancient Slavic folklore. You manage settlements by gathering resources, building structures, and training units while fending off invasions. Two factions, Kranks and Luzhevyans, each offer distinct campaigns across multi-level missions. Success depends on balancing economy, defense, and expansion under constant threat. Combat mixes direct warfare with tactical resource control, requiring quick decisions as enemy forces test your leadership. Set in a mythic, untamed land, the game blends base-building with narrative-driven objectives. Its 1999 release predates many modern RTS staples, yet its focus on survival and faction-specific lore remains niche. While not widely discussed today, it carved a space for players seeking historical strategy with a pagan twist.

Storyline

It is not enough simply to stay at home and sleep, yokel! It is now time for you to defend the people of Luzhevya as they settle in mystical and uncharted lands discovered by our scouts. Now, listen to the bidding, go to the land and settle down. You must clear the forest, build new huts and barracks and fight off terrifying enemies. But you are not alone in this quest. For you have been sent the Great One, the young and valiant Poluyan Vyskata, who will guide you. Poluyan, these lands are new and heavenly, with green grasses, swamp and rolling hills. We shouldn't miss this opportunity, and be mocked forever... What horrors await us in this new place? Who must we battle, what forces exist here? Tell us brave warrior, how can we triumph & colonize this new world? What shall we make of these horned beast that walk upright & appear to be human-like? Are they simply relics of an ancient time, or the remains of an existing army of terror?! The sword of Vyskata? We found it, with the boney arm of the last one that brandished it, and met his fate! On the hand the ring of Luzhevyani, the great grandfather of Poluyan Vyskata the warrior. Who was it that took his life so long ago. And are they still here, O Great One?