![]() ![]() Selecting where you attack is just as important as the method you utilize to dispatch your foes. Fatal obstacles like spike pits, perilous drops from bridges, and fire all add another element of risk to a chosen battlefield. The maps are filled with open fields for huge pitched battles and catapult bombardments sturdy castles for ponderous sieges and classic duels on battlements reminiscent of a plethora of scraps from literature and cinema narrow valleys perfect for ambushes and even burning villages complete with screaming villagers. The goal is dependent on your faction, Mason or Agatha, though with four sprawling maps made up out of the smaller maps used in the other modes, both factions get to test their mettle by being defenders or attackers. Objectives are simple things like killing villagers, besieging or defending castles, or assassinating people. The latter is where I got most of my kicks. There are five game modes in total: Free-For-All, Team Deathmatch, King of the Hill, Last Team Standing, and Team Objective. The objective-based maps have this in spades, especially, but not exclusively. While there’s no real plot, and no single-player campaign, the chaotic flow of each battle creates a narrative filled with tense duels, dramatic sieges, the destruction of villages, and the murder of innocents. A hidden archer had finally ended his reign of terror. Just before I reached him, he jerked forward, and then collapsed. I didn’t relish challenging him, but I had no choice, so I charged and let out a roar. He took out three men that way, killing a fourth with his mace. In one battle, I witnessed a lone maniac guarding a bridge from a whole squad of foes, knocking them down onto the rocks and icy cold water below. It’s all the better for it.Ī battle in Chivalry is made up of countless memorable clashes and moments of the sort one could imagine being recited by grizzled veterans around a camp fire. There’s a serious lack of actual chivalry in Chivarly: Medieval Warfare, and a lot more decapitations, murder, and screaming. I was dead, but I’d managed to murder the last of the Royal Family and win the round. A second later, my head tumbled from my shoulders and landed on top of my victim - I had forgotten about the guard. I switched to my axe and cut him down, slicing into his shoulder and cutting off his entire arm. Past the broken door was a cowering man, whimpering in a poorly lit corner of a dirty room. I raised my own weapon, he blocked, I feinted, and then I ran past him like a desperate mad man. The guard yelled at me and brought down his sword, which I deflected with my shield. Knights challenged me, but I ignored them all as I ran to my objective a broken door and a lone enemy. A fellow soldier standing next to me wasn’t so lucky, and I saw him grasping his throat and gurgling, inhumanly, before crumpling to the ground. Succeed or fail, this would be our final push.Īrrows shot past me, yet somehow, none found me. ![]() This was my faction’s last ditch attempt to secure victory. Men roared as they charged at their foes, called out for help when they became surrounded, and shrieked as they burned alive. ![]() I was surrounded by the dreadful din of battle. ![]()
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