The class specialty training was the highlight of the training module, with several veterans standing around taking the piss out of each others and chuckling at my attempts to subdue the silent Lord Drum, who was designated to be my sparring partner. I oblige, and despite his bleeding face he tells me I’ve done a good job. His condescending tone continues as he explains the basic manoeuvres and taunts me to try to club him with the different attacks. “Stop daydreaming recruit!” yells the whiny voice of Captain Neckhole, your trainer-cum-drill-sergeant. Curious to learn about this game’s unique combat mechanics I launched the tutorial, straight into the shoes of a rookie Agathian soldier staring into the beautiful scenery of the countryside. From the title screen you can choose to jump straight into the online servers (most likely to your frequent death) or play through a short tutorial giving you the rundown of basic combat, advanced combat, class specialty and siege weaponry. I would love to say more about the kingdom, it’s king and how a rift managed to form within its army to start a bloody civil war, but none of that seems important. Respawning in 3, 2, 1…Ĭhivalry: Medieval Warfare is a multiplayer deathmatch game set on the bloody battlefields of a fictional realm. In my last throw of defeat I cleave the arm off one of my attackers, the sprouting blood from his shoulder a satisfying sight as my body is eviscerated by my remaining foes. Several of my brethren fall and instantly, the sea of red Mason tunics descend upon me. The skirmish continues as archers snipe from afar, armoured knights strike with powerful blows, vanguards skewer from a safe distance and men-at-arms duck and weave through the maelstrom.

We picked each other from about 50 paces back, both screaming in honour of our houses. With my towering great sword firmly clasped with both hands I leap into the fray, my timed slash decapitating the the helmeted vanguard in front of me. UAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! My battle cry resonates with my Agatha brethren as we sprint towards our enemy – those despicable Masons – on a collision course with certain death.

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