Battle Kings is an arena combat game for up to five players where kings fight so the realm doesn’t have to.
Choose your king, claim your banner, and sit the Throne. Every king bends the arena in a different way—from Florian’s treacherous healing to the Bone King’s undead army.
The Arena of Kings decides who rules Tistrofel until the next Tournament of Kings.
Awakenings takes you to the Realm of Reality, where the first sparks of the magic and conflict behind Battle Kings ignite.
Step into the shadows beneath a temple, where an unseen assassin and a weary dwarf guard cross paths in the dark…
Silence echoed off the walls of the small cavern like the tumultuous life beneath the surface of a calm ocean. Darkness surrounded several soldiers positioned as guards, and in the eerie quiet, they fidgeted in anticipation.
“I don’t understand…” whispered a young soldier to the veteran walking with him, “What is the point of this?” His words became more intense and a little louder as he spoke; his fear was masked poorly by frustration.
“Quiet boy! Do yur job’n keep yur eyes’n ears keen,” replied the veteran’s gruff voice from just ahead in the darkness. The two patrolled slowly in a circuit through a short tunnel which had been built as an emergency escape route from the temple courtyard to the island’s beach some thousand years before. Recently guards had been placed there to keep intruders out.
“It’s just so… dark in here, why am I here?” Fear was apparent in his quivering voice, “You can see just fine, wait… am I just bait?”
“Quiet!” the veteran’s voice was a harsh whisper, “we should’ve passed t’other patrol bah now.”
As the echo of the whispered exclamation faded, the faint sound like a boot getting stuck in thick mud or a dagger slipping in between ribs was heard. The young soldier’s eyes went wide in the darkness as he sputtered silent screams then slumped to the ground.
“Hey boy, what’r ye about?” the veteran’s stoic tone turned shaky. “I see ya thar,” he lied, “Mine eyes aren’t like yon human’s, I kin see’n this dark!” The quiver in his tone bellied the gruffness. “Git’m now boys!” The dwarf veteran hefted his long halberd and began swinging in defensive arcs before him.
“Heh, are you shouting to the other two guards that were sent out to recon your tunnel?” the new voice was soft, almost musical in its tenor cadence and barely above a whisper.
The dwarf spun and his halberd arced wide in the attempt to cover the most area and ward off the voice that sounded just beside his ear.
“What’r ye about then assassin? Why canno’ I see you?”
“Because I didn’t want you to,” a soft orange light appeared hovering beside a soft, sky-blue glow. In the penetrating darkness such a radiance was like a blinding beacon to the veteran’s heat sensitive vision.
Instantly, the veteran turned and began wading towards the glowing daggers that bobbed and danced mockingly midair, always just out of reach of the veterans halberd. The guard stepped sure-footedly forward and swung his halberd dangerously before him, then stopped the stroke to bring up the butt end. The orange dagger suddenly flared to life with a brilliant, angry blaze before it spiraled through the air and clanged against a thick helm.