Monolith: Mythic Battles Isfet Previews

Der neue Kickstarter von Monolith Games wirft seine Schatten voraus.

Explore Ancient Egypt or Norse Mythology, commanding gods, heroes, monsters and troops in this 2-4 player skirmish adventure game!

Save the date: the Kickstarter campaign for Mythic Battles: Isfet kicks off on 𝗧𝘂𝗲𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝟰!

From the burning sands of Egypt to the icy winds of Midgard and the Greek Underworld, the epic breadth of your adventures will resound on every battlefield.

On the second day, Horus the Elder appeared under the guise of a falcon. Seeking a safe haven on the primordial waters, he found refuge in Edfu where his temple was built. Traveling up from the delta, he fought against Set who had descended from Upper Egypt and who also claimed sovereignty. Set tore out Horus’ eye, and Horus castrated Set in revenge. A generation passed, and Osiris had a posthumous son whom Isis named Horus the Child.

Hidden in the swamps to escape Set’s wrath, he had to endure disease, stings, venom, and later resisted the violence that Set sought to inflict upon him. The way in which Isis saved him from danger continues to inspire certain therapeutic treatments today. A worthy heir to his father and a good son to his mother, the falcon god is a model for kings and funeral priests.

But that time has changed. Horus is no longer the Child. Now he is Horus at War. Invoking the blood of his father, the ruler of the afterlife, and strengthened by the power that his mother, Isis, passed on to him through the breast, Horus brandishes his weapons to proclaim his royal attributes. He intends to reign over the Two Lands, Africa, Assyria, and the entire universe if order is not restored.

𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘣𝘺 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘯 𝘉𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘯. 𝘚𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘱𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘖𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘵.

𝗦𝗘𝗧

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗗𝗔𝗟 𝗚𝗢𝗗, 𝗨𝗡𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗩𝗜𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧

„Set is the third child of Nut and was jealous of his loyal brother Osiris from an early age. Using cunning and dishonesty, he went so far as to murder him before scattering his remains throughout Egypt. Set is imbued with the dispassionate violence of the storms that rage across the delta. He has a hybrid head, part aardvark, part unknown breed of desert dog. Envious, frenzied, and brutal, he spilled his seed in the sands, tried to exploit Horus when the god was still but a child, and his union with Nephthys remained forever infertile. ​ And yet, every evening at dusk, he used his strength to protect Ra’s sun-barge from the gaping mouth and dripping fangs of the serpent Apophis. With Horus, he embodied the protective gods of royalty, tasked with purifying sovereigns during their coronation. Needless to say, the priests worshipped Set as much as they feared him!

But now that the balance has been shattered, devastation reigns, and the gods are at each other’s throats, Set is delighted. He sows discord, plays on betrayals, and fans the flames of chaos. He takes his revenge, enjoys disaster, asserts his power. And who knows? When the battle is over, he may be the only one left to claim victory…“

𝘈𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵
𝘚𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘱𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘖𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘵

„Look at my city, its name is Memphis. City of kings, capital of the gods! Founded by Narmer, the first pharaoh. Here, princes and their governments once resided. Here, the priests were legion, the offerings sumptuous, the hymns incessant. The righteous were honored while thieves were punished.
Here, order and harmony reigned.

Then the balance was broken. Refugees poured in from across Egypt, while plagues devastated the country. The city you see today was beset by riots, plundered, and burned. After some time, Ptah himself descended among us and imposed his sovereignty. It was his city, after all. He had advised the architects of the pyramids and the artists of the Saqqara necropolises. Pharaoh was dead, and so were his kin, so Ptah could take the throne. The mere sight of this god dispelled the darkness of despair, extinguished the flames of discord, and united those who were lost. With hearts emboldened, they all put every ounce of their strength into serving the city.

And ever since, Memphis has held fast! Neither monsters nor gods have yet been able to breach its walls. But the toughest battles are still to come. Cast your eyes over that cloud of dust on
the horizon. It may be the footsteps of the army that will burn Memphis to the ground…“

Memphis will see your confrontations get tougher with a double-edged ​ new type of terrain: Solar.

𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘣𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘭

𝗡𝗨𝗡
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗟 𝗢𝗖𝗘𝗔𝗡 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗖𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘

„Nun… Its name rang out before there was sound. Its motionless waves existed before there was water. Nun is perpetual. From one cycle to the next, it creates then destroys. From Nun came Ra, Thoth, Ptah, and other gods who built the world, things, beasts, and humankind. It is the beginning, the middle, and the end. It is of all times, all places, and the universe is but a fragment in the Nun… Its name rang out before there was sound. Its motionless waves existed before there was water. Nun is perpetual. From one cycle to the next, it creates then destroys.

From Nun came Ra,Thoth, Ptah, and other gods who built the world, things, beasts, and humankind. It is the beginning, the middle, and the end. It is of all times, all places, and the universe is but a fragment in the midst of its vast expanse. Sleeping in the depths, Nun dreams and waits. Yet it alone could restore the balance, bend gods and goddesses to its will, repair what has been broken, destroy demons and monsters, restore Maat to her office, return Ra to the sky, give Thoth back his justice, Isis her beauty, and Anubis his sacred duties. Nun, listen, I beg of you! Hear my pleas, emerge from your slumber, rise to the surface of the world, bask in Ra’s light, and grant us hope and life!“

Greetings Heroes,

War rages on in Midgard, and as it approaches in the Two Lands, the ravaged Greece of Mythic Battles: Pantheon is not to be outdone.
New entities will be treading the lands of both Olympus and the Underworld, starting with that long-awaited entity.

𝗛𝘆𝗽𝗻𝗼𝘀
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗱𝘀

„Poets claim that he is the son of Nyx and the twin brother of Thanatos. Hypnos is said to live far away, in unknown lands, yet flies everywhere, all the time, never far from any of us. He brings relaxation, rest, heavy lids, dreams in which the mind wanders, and those unconscious hours in which we spend part of our lives. Whether gods, titans, chimeras, animals, heroes, or common mortals, none can resist the voluptuous pleasures of his subtle gentleness, when his wing grazes the eyelids and the body suddenly sinks yawning into lethargy. Wine, fine food, and carnal pleasures are his devoted heralds.

The strongest wills, deepest passions, and evenings themselves find themselves caught in his enchantments. Hypnos has the upper hand over all creatures, and even Zeus occasionally succumbs to him. Yet who knows where the soul goes when our breathing slows? Will it return come morning? When we surrender to Hypnos’ charms and invite in the delightful rest he grants, will we ever
awaken? Thanatos is his brother, after all. And it is always possible that an evening’s slumber will become an eternal sleep, should the twins ever meet at the same bedside.“

𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘣𝘺 𝘓𝘰𝘪̈𝘤 𝘔𝘶𝘻𝘺
𝘚𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘱𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘖𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘵
𝘛𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘛𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘳

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗼𝘀
𝗪𝗶𝗲𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲

„Discord, Mockery, Distress, Vengeance, and Old Age are among her siblings. Nyx entered into a carnal union with Erebus, the Darkness, and simultaneously gave birth to Thanatos and Hypnos. Hypnos is said to be the gentler of the two, while Thanatos is the most bitter. He is the moment when the final breath escapes the lungs, when the adored body, the glorious deeds, the hopes and fears that formed the living being, are suddenly transformed into a pale corpse soon to fall prey to scavengers and decay once rigor mortis has faded. Such is Thanatos; he embodies death, but does not cause it. He doesn’t even decide the moment, as only the Moirai, the Fates, have this ability. But it takes a god to wield this power, to perform this phenomenon which, when it involves a loved one, seems as tragic as it is hideous.

No one knows whether Thanatos considers his task to be a burden, or whether he rejoices every time he gathers a dying man’s last breath on his blue-tinged lips. Yet at a time when the gods are out for each other’s blood, there is little doubt that even the Immortals will have to reckon with him.“

𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 : 𝘓𝘰𝘪̈𝘤 𝘔𝘶𝘻𝘺
𝘚𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘱𝘵 : 𝘖𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘵
𝘛𝘦𝘹𝘵 : 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘛𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘳

𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀

„The priests of Eleusis teach us what a loving mother Demeter was, and what we still owe to her generous hands each fall. The mysterious tales tell of the goddess’ quest to find her daughter Persephone, kidnapped by Hades and treacherously held captive in the depths. Demeter scoured the surface of the Earth then, in despair, resolved to descend into the Underworld where she finally found the beautiful and misfortunate Persephone, united with the chthonic Hades. The lord of these dark lands was so moved by this mother’s distress that he agreed to let Persephone return to spend several months with Demeter each year. And so began the cycle of the seasons.

Demeter granted us wealth and grains, and taught humans the art of cultivating the land. Her sanctuaries are scattered all over Greece. Peasants and kings alike pray to her. After all, what would we be without flour and bread, without heavy, juicy fruit and thick bunches of grapes? Woe to those who provoke her wrath, for what hands grant, they can take away, and hunger can defeat an army as easily as a storm lays low a field of corn!“

𝗥𝗮𝗻
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘁

„No one knows why the generous Ægir married Ran the Bitter, the Robber. She must have caught him in her nets, just as she casts her nets over sailors who fall into the waves, before carrying them off to the murky empire of those lost at sea where she reigns supreme. The drowned wail and lament in her domain, and it is said that the oceans are salty because of the tears of the countless victims Ran has swallowed since ships were invented.

The skalds claim that there are three kinds of human beings: those who are alive, those who are dead, and those who are at sea. Deprived of funerals, their relatives and clans will forever wait for these desperate souls, who whimper in vain in the silence of the depths. Ran hears curious harmonies in their cries, which resonate through the abyssal rifts to her delight. But despite it all, she was a good wife to Ægir, giving him nine daughters steeped in water and as cold and bitter as she who bore them. Yet when the horn of Ragnarök sounds, Ran will reveal her true malice as she leads her armies of drowned men into battle.“

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗘𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗲𝘀
𝗧𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝘀

„Gaia gave birth to them with a few drops of blood, which fell from the mutilated limb of Uranus. They live in the shadows, feared by gods and humans alike. Their wings are made of leather, their eyes weep blood, their repulsive heads are topped with snakes. To ward off ill fate, the Achaeans call them the Benevolent Ones. If you are thinking of betraying your word, if your heart aches with the desire to kill your kinsman, if your criminal hands are lurching for your victim, think of the Erinyes! These Furies will be your eternal torment, hunting you right into your dreams, making sleep little more than a feverish nightmare, an endless anguish.

They will pursue you relentlessly, everywhere, even when your soul has left your body in the foolish hope of escaping their vindictive chase. So reign in your hatred! Soothe the passion or self-interest that would incite you to break your oath. Invoke the gods as you are about to do your worst, so that they might deign to restrain your arm! If you resist, the Erinyes will remain calmly crouched in the darkness. But now that the gods are at war, they too are eager to throw themselves into battle. The crimes are many and the betrayals uncountable, so much so that the Erinyes can now choose which prey entices them the most…“

𝗥𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘀-𝗙𝗹𝗼𝗸𝗶
𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀

„No one knows if Floki truly descended from the ancient kings of Hedmark. He certainly didn’t pay this theory much heed! For years, he waged arduous campaigns in distant lands, plundering to accumulate wealth and resources for his adventures. There were stories all over Norway of sailors who had run aground on a faraway land towards the setting sun. On the strength of these rumors alone, Floki armed an ocean-worthy vessel and set off with a few companions. He took three ravens with him, and after weeks of sailing, he freed the first of them, who immediately returned to Scandinavia. Several days passed, and food supplies were beginning to run low.

Floki released the second bird, who also flew back to where they had come from. His companions despaired, but Floki stayed his course, sailing into the unknown. Dawns followed nights, starvation loomed, and Floki finally freed his last raven while invoking Odin’s name. This time, the bird flew west, guiding them until they finally saw the land described by so many shipwrecked men. Forced to remain ashore by bad weather, they spent two harsh winters there.

Upon returning home, Floki referred to the island as a land of ice, or Iceland, and warned everyone against settling there. Disheartened by this chilling expedition, he never left Scandinavia again, but others after him followed the route he had traced through the waves, and his discovery earned him great glory among the Norse peoples.“

𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘣𝘺 𝘎𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘭
𝘚𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘱𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘖𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘵

Æ𝗴𝗶𝗿
𝗗𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀

„Ægir is like the ocean. His belly is vast like the waves, swollen by the rising tide. His laughter is the roar of a storm. His calm can conceal unstoppable anger. He once lived apart from everyone, enjoying the happiness that his beloved wife Ran brought him. Yet Odin would regularly send one of his crows to croak a courteous invitation, as everyone in Asgard appreciated Ægir’s booming good nature. He eventually gave in and appeared before Odin and his fellow gods to feast with them.

After returning home, and in spite of Ran’s misgivings, he took it upon himself to host the gods and the Alfs in his underwater cavern. With the help of his wife and daughters, he brewed an enchanted ale in the barrel stolen by Thor from the giant Hymir. At last, his guests arrived, and none of them had ever seen a more wonderful banquet. But none would ever see such a memorable feast again, as Loki took it upon himself to humiliate each and every one of the diners. This is where the very first roots of Ragnarök took hold, in the mockery and hatred that all of them were made to feel. A now remorseful Ægir is determined to defend his family and his kingdom in the coming war. And his might has not lessened, for Ægir has the strength of the ocean.“

𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘣𝘺 𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘢́𝘴̌ 𝘋𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘬
𝘚𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘱𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘖𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘵
𝘛𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘛𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘳

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗳 Æ𝗴𝗶𝗿
𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀

„When Midgard emerged from the void, Ran chose the lovable Ægir as her husband. From their deep,oceanic embrace sprang nine daughters, cleft from the flanks of the bitter Ran, in the abyss whereshe bore them. Their names are Himinglæva (She Who Sparkles), Dufa (the Wave), Blodughadda (Hair of Blood), Hefring (She Who Rises), Unnr and Hronn and Bylgia and Bara (the Succession of Waves), and Kolga (the Cold One), who concludes her sisters’ surge. It is said that they can be as wicked during autumn storms as they are kind under the summer sun.

They helped their father Ægir when he had to brew enchanted ale to welcome the Aesir for a banquet. You too will see the Nine Daughters from the coast, foaming at your feet. You’ll hear them from your bed by the shore, rumbling day and night. You may taste the salt that their spray leaves on your lips. They sing, crashing in cadence, breaking on the rocks and reforming again, forever and ever, until Ragnarök destroys the Nine Worlds. In this eternity lies their strength.“

Quelle: Monolith Games auf Facebook