Chivalry: Medieval Warfare

As I wander the lifeless maps, I recall epic battles that used to take place, now just empty halls echoing the glory of what was. Grounds that used to be defended adamantly are now easily toured at leisure. How did we come to this? At what point did we let go of greatness in favor of mediocrity? The sad truth is not many of those who've succumbed to the decline will ever even realize what they've lost. Lament for the loss of what was, and dread what is to come.

Very fun FPS multiplayer sword play at start, but after some time I started to notice that, in most servers, there're players that seem to take advantage of some movement glitch or are just using cheats, making them almost impossible to kill. This took all the fun of the game.

This rewiev is 80% kindness, 20% shameless begging. Awards recommended.

Still charging 23 euros from a dead - not officially supported game. Do not buy.

Broken combat (backhit), empty servers Only nerds with 0 fun left 2/10

Lotta fun back in the day, but its time has come and gone. Abandonware.

I’ve put more hours into this game than I probably should admit, and even now, it’s one of those games I look back on with nothing but good memories. Yeah, people call it a “dead game” now… but honestly, Chivalry isn’t dead — it’s just on a very long respawn timer. I mostly played archer (don’t hate me ). And if you were around back then, you already know how that went. Landing clean long-range shots, picking people off mid-fight, or getting into those random archer vs archer duels across the map… some of the most satisfying moments I’ve had in any game. There were so many great moments: Hitting shots that had no business landing Intense archer challenges and rivalries Community tournaments and organized fights Pure chaos matches where everything somehow worked What made Chivalry special wasn’t just the combat — it was the players. The rivalries, the jokes in chat, the moments you’d run into the same people over and over again. It felt like a small but passionate community. If you remember me from those days — greetings It might not be as active as it used to be, but the memories from this game are still top tier. And honestly… no other game has quite captured the same feeling since.

Когда-то это была отличная игра, жаль только, что разработчики перестали её обновлять, а читеры с очень низким IQ её испортили.

Dead game. Not even a single server with single oponent on it.

In days of old, When knights in shinning armor Were callous And bold… Many wild tales Were told Of The Knights Templar. Secret ceremonies held, Secret oaths taken, A pledge to serve God, Never to be foresaken. Money-lenders, Money-keepers, Keeping secret Their secret ways. Swearing to serve God, And the Pope, Taking their loyalty To the grave. In Jeruselum They fought, Bringing Order To the crusades. Fighting fiercely, They fought like lions, Fought bravely, As no other Has. Face to face combat On an open field, Many lives taken, Many were killed. Man against man, A clash of steel, Sword in hand. Broken souls, Battered bodies, Wounds that will Never heal… Centuries have passed Since the Templars Were disbanded. Brought down hard, Not by sword, Not by chance. Brought down hard By the Pope, And the king of France. Oh Lord with silence we hear, Oh Lord with song we cheer, Oh Lord with spirits so high, Oh Lord with banners to the sky, Oh Lord with sounds of battle cries, Oh Lord with martyrdom we fly, Oh Lord with beauty & grace, Oh Lord with steel we chase, Oh Lord with sword we trust, Oh Lord with strength we thrust, Oh Lord with crosses of red, Oh Lord with prayers for the dead, Oh Lord with brothers in arms, Oh Lord with sacred charms, Oh Lord with mantles of white, Oh Lord with chivalry we knights! Darkness fumbles in my mind Swirls with memories left behind Fears and hopes, deep inside The way of the sword need not hide Honor stands golden in my soul Replacing my flesh when swords make hole Eyes stand bold, bright as tiger orange sun The warrior spirit need not run Purple skies bid spirits swirl high The artist paints, as my sword through air The God of love stands by Beauty in face, flowing dark hair Sword cut my destiny, as far as my arm Thunder clap breaks, as does the calm A pure tear for the fallen soul The way of the warrior told The breath in my mind As the darkness fades The sword of the Templar The Way of The Blade A knight…. Head bowed The sword sheathed Glittering blade……… Will never fade Poor Knights of Christ The Knights Templar…….. Have come far Battles, far from won Jerusalem………. Will be lost……… We are the few……… What can we do? The final cost…….. Our numbers have been reduced Jewels and gold………… They have been seduced So many bought and sold…. Gather, ye men………. The ideals hold true We cannot rest Find the path What can we do? In to the lions den The true test The armour that we wear….. Shaped metal The knight………. Scores to settle The forged sword………… By Englands finest smiths Enemies laid bare But is all lost? Our enemies are at the gate We are the few………….. Can we defeat Saladin’s horde? We place our trust in the lord Knights of the Temple Gather ye round Knights of old Knights bold Before it is all gone………….. Saladin’s men at the gate Relentless horde We cannot abate This is not the time for dying Or listening to the enemies’ lying They have not cared…….. Only what they want done Our lives, Never to be spared…………… Jerusalem is lost The knights, will come The old order of things………… To be sacrificed The Knights……….. To die for Christ The knights……….. Cannot crumble to dust The swords must never rust They are needed……….. The teachings, seeded The Cross of St George The values, to forge The Knights betrayed………… The memories………… Swords rust Knights, crumble to dust The values taught………. The enemy cannot kill The battles always fought But still…………… They come The war, far from won The knights weep The rot, beginning to seep…….. The true ways Compromised by political plays Swords rust…….. Knights fade…….. Needs must Knights betrayed………. The final cost Jerusalem…..lost