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Creating and customizing your hero is essential to all RPGs. In Dark Envoy, you can choose the class, attributes, equipment and the appearance of each of your party members!



Before you venture forth, you can decide on your character's face, skin color, hair, eye color, eyebrows, facial hair, makeup, scars or war paint. All the heroes in Dark Envoy carry their own burden. One look into their eyes and you'll know that the story they want to share with you isn't a fairy tale, but a dark adventure into which they plunge without knowing exactly what the future holds for them.



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Watch the new gameplay trailer for Dark Envoy, revealed today at the Golden Joystick Awards 2022 ceremony.

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Dark Envoy is a love letter to classic tactical RPGs with a modern approach to combat.

The newly released gameplay trailer recalls the studio’s legendary genre inspirations, showcases battle tactics, skill variety, and introduces the dark force that all players must face in this tale of destiny, set in a conflict-torn Guns N’ Sorcery world.

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‘You’re slouching, Arel.’

The captain’s voice startled me. I must have lost track of time, staring at the crackling fire. He sat next to me on a hollow, collapsed tree trunk. My back straightened on instinct.

‘Sorry, sir.’

‘Today it matters not,’ he said with a smirk. ‘But tomorrow I expect perfect execution. Anything less might get you killed.’

I didn’t know how to respond.

‘But I know you will do well. You are a great warrior, wise beyond your age.’

The captain tore off a fragment of the dead tree’s bark. He lifted it to his face, examining it in the soft glow of the campfire.

‘Why are you not resting, Arel?’ he asked, still transfixed on the piece of wood. ‘Your squadmates are already dreaming about tomorrow’s victory.’

‘I try to get into the proper headspace.’ It was a lie, but I would never admit to my captain that I am scared. Scared of the rows of faceless Imperial riflemen. Of their bullets that shred armour like cloth, to which I am not as used to as common arrows.

‘It sounds rather useless, frankly’ he chuckled. ‘But whatever makes you feel ready for what happens tomorrow, young one.’

‘A swift victory, that is.’

The captain threw the bark into the campfire. Dry as it was, it was engulfed immediately, joining the firewood in the pit.

‘Off the back of our joint effort to preserve the League’s world.’

My chest tensed, and I realised that never before had I felt such disorientating numbness. The time has come. We are off to fight.

The man next to me looked composed, relaxed even. Maybe a few years my senior, face crossed with scars and burns. He must have been there before. He must have clashed with the League in the past. He came back for more.

'Be careful with that rifle, keep drummin’ that finger of yours and the ammo might explode,' he said. I jumped in my seat, startling a few battle-ready companions.

'I'm sorry, it's just—'

'Overwhelming?'

'A bit so, yes.'

I could feel my pulse thundering in my ears, but the man didn't seem to be bothered by my display of anxiety.

‘Think about it like this, kiddo. Every elven head you blast off brings us one step closer to winning this war,’ he said. ‘So make sure to aim for their heads, right between those stupid ears.’ His confidence, while not as contagious as he probably thought it was, felt grounding.

‘Alright. I won't forget why I am here.’ I sincerely doubt I’ve sounded competent at all.

‘That’s the spirit, soldier.’

The conflict between the League and the Empire is far more complicated than public opinion sees it. But to help the perception of this animosity, let me picture it like that, my friends, a tad simplified: a group of friends, that will be our representation of League, lives on a farm. They let a stray into the barn, be it from pity or curiosity. You don’t need me to tell you who the stray represents— you follow my allegory, I hope. However, the stray seems to be quite an ingenious one and takes the barn as its own, arms it, and gathers materials to formally challenge the group of friends’ ownership over the whole farm. The stray believes that if it was to dictate the farm’s pace, it would prosper way better. Current owners disagree.



That, my friends, is how the Empire seeks to take the hegemony from the League.
And who are we? We are just the poor cattle, watching the conflict unravel.
– An excerpt from an academic lecture