The Council of Nine have called for the best players across Tolkheim to come together for a test of skill and Chance.
As the Age of Conflict passed, it was in the prosperous port city of Anchormarsh that the Age of Chance really began. The mysterious Council of Nine within the great keep at the heart of the city guided Anchormarsh — and all of Tokheim — out of the darkness and into a new golden age… one where sword and siege gave way to contests of skill and Chance.
The Nine are typically unseen, but all of Tokheim is influenced by their whims and fancies. Once per year, however, they throw open the doors of the keep to the people. Just after the planting, The Council hosts a great festival for all the people to celebrate what they’ve overcome.
Hundreds of thousands gather to celebrate the Mayhem Ultimas — The End of the Mayhem. Over the centuries, this has led to both the festival itself and the month in which it falls being commonly referred to as “May”.
During the May festival, the city of Anchormarsh erupts into merriment. Dancing, feasts and fine drink can be found in every establishment. Most importantly, this festival is the home of the Tournament of Chance. As The Nine watch from their balcony, the greatest Chance players in the realm battle to see who is crowned the champion.
The mayhem is coming to Chance tables in Venues across Tolkheim! The Tournament of Chance will begin on Wednesday, May 17th, and sign ups have already started!
Now that our May playtest is up and running on both Steam and Gala Games, it’s time to get down to celebrating May Mayhem in Legends Reborn: Age of Chance. Welcome to The Tournament of Chance!
Next Wednesday, we’ll start a special leaderboard competition for all players on Gala Games. This will run from the leaderboard reset on May 17th through the reset on May 24th. Players will receive rewards based on their final leaderboard rank across the entire week.
Depending on the leaderboard rank they achieve, players can receive Creature Packs or Dragon Stones as rewards. Dragon Stones are the premium currency of Legends Reborn, and will be delivered directly to the account of the victors at the full launch of the game.
After the competition ends, we’ll record the results and send out NFT Creature Packs to the top players’ wallets!
Enter the Mayhem!
This may be an open, but players will need to sign up in advance to take part and be eligible for rewards. Sign ups have already started, and any aspiring champions will need to get their name on the lists by Monday, May 15th.
As long as you’re signing up, why not get in some practice before the big event? Our playtest is live right now, and will continue through May 24th. This competition will run right up until the last day of the playtest, so you better get ready for an intense week of May Mayhem!
On Monday, May 15th, at approximately noon PT, Ethereum block # 17267620 will usher in the new $GALA contract.
After several hours to verify and check the integrity of the snapshot, $GALA (v2) will be distributed to all wallets holding $GALA at a rate of 1:1 and all support/utility for the original $GALA token will subsequently be removed.
Set a countdown for the target block AT ETHERSCAN.
Exchanges
Centralized exchanges offer custodial wallets for your crypto held on the exchange. Because the new $GALA token will be dropped to owners of wallets, we have been working tirelessly with representatives from exchanges all over the world to ensure that as many of them as possible announce their support of the new token’s distribution.
Many exchanges (list included below) have assured us and announced to the public that the distribution will be supported from their end.
If your exchange is on the list, your $GALA (v2) funds will be distributed to you by the exchange. If you are holding your $GALA in an exchange not on this list, it is likely you will see (best case) delays in receiving your $GALA (v2) and (worst case) no distribution at all. We strongly recommend avoiding these risks by storing your $GALA either in a non-custodial wallet or on a supporting exchange from the list.
Supporting Exchange List
Exclusion from this list does not necessarily indicate lack of participation. Only included are exchanges that have publicly announced support. Note to exchanges: If you would like to be included in this list please make an announcement and send it to us for inclusion.
Coinbase has stated publicly that its users will NOT receive $GALA (v2) distribution. For more information about the exchange’s stance, check out their Twitter thread HERE.
Please note that while Coinbase (the exchange) is not supporting the distribution, the Coinbase Wallet is a self-custody (or non-custodial) wallet, to which users own and control their own private keys. Wallet owners who hold $GALA in the Coinbase Wallet will receive their $GALA (v2).
All kids will eventually have to face the world on their own, but that never makes it any easier.
“Absolutely not Rom, you’re not going anywhere!” Seri’s face was flushed as he paced up and down the planks of the kitchen, gesturing wildly with his hands. “To Anchormarsh? With a brute like HIM!? Absolutely out of the question.”
“Hey, woah Seri! I’m right here.” Gontro raised his hands in a defensive gesture from his seat in the corner. While his body language feigned insult, his eyes smiled at Seri.
Seri snapped back. “I am talking with my son if you don’t mind.” Gontro nodded, but not without a small chuckle.
“Da, he’s going to take me to The Tournament.” Rom’s voice cracked mid-sentence in his excitement. “On the way, he can teach me so much about Chance. He even showed me how to use one of nan’s old tokens.”
“Rom, there’s things to learn here too.” Seri put his forehead in his hand, rubbing to relieve his pounding headache. “Chance is a part of most people’s life, but it’s just a game son.”
“How can you say that as the son of Harriet Destudo!? She was the greatest there ever was, and I want to follow in her footsteps!” Rom shouted indignantly, his hands on hips.
“Rom, I grew up with all that and–” the kettle whistling interrupted Seri. Gontro rose to pour the tea. Seri’s eyes drifted around their small cottage as his mind drifted back to his childhood — Harriet always out on a quest or on tour. “She did what she had to so we could eat. We don’t need this… you don’t need this.”
“I do need this da! It’s my destiny!”
Seri rolled his eyes. “Don’t be foolish Rom. You’ve got years ahead of you to figure out what your life is.” Gontro handed a cup of tea across to Seri. Momentarily forgetting his hatred of the orc, Seri thanked him as he took a deep sip. He looked at the teacup… fine imported porcelain from the near East. He’d built all he had without childish delusions of greatness at Chance. “At any rate, I am your father. The answer is no.”
Rom looked at his father for moment. Seri had never listened to his dreams or cared what he wanted out of life. He only wanted to get by… Rom wanted to be great. He leaned in and slammed his hand on the table. “I don’t care what you say! I’m going anyway!” He had never talked to his father this way, and he had a feeling there was no going back.
“Rom, don’t you star… start to mouth.. Off to m…” Seri swayed in his chair a bit. He swallowed deeply, then looked confusedly at the tea cup in his hands. His eyes muddied and struggled to focus around the room. Suddenly coming to his wits, his eyes squared on the orc across the table. “You!”
“No hard feelings Seri. Boy says he’s going one way or t’other. I’ll make sure he’s ok.” Gontro slung his bag over his shoulder and gestured for Rom to come with him. “Can’t argue with a kid’s destiny, right?”
Seri focused on Gontro, though with great difficulty. Head swimming now. “Don’t you… you leave my son alone.” He gripped at the burlap tablecloth, desperately trying to stay upright.
“Tell you what Seri, you just sleep off that tea and don’t worry about a thing. By the time you wake we’ll be halfway to Anchormarsh.” Gontro turned to look at the slumping Seri over his shoulder. “If it’s a problem, we can always play Chance to sort it. No? Hmph, that’s what I thought.”
Seri gazed at Rom before he closed his eyes and slumped out of his chair entirely. “Will he be ok?” asked Rom, suddenly concerned for his father.
“Ya, he’ll manage.” Gontro said with a little chuckle. “Mean headache, but he’ll be fine in a few hours. Come on kid, let’s go get that destiny.”
“I can’t understand why you allow the shop to get into this state!? Don’t you take any pride in your work at all?” Noggin filled his hands with cobwebs from the display case with only two swipes. The shop was atrocious. It looked positively ready to be condemned… even worse than normal.
“Ugggh, it’s called aesthetic father. You wouldn’t get it.” Al turned to walk away from Noggin with a huff.
Noggin clasped the young gnome by the shoulder. “Listen, your little cult isn’t an excuse to be lazy. It’s just bad business.”
Al turned suddenly, his blase attitude replaced by rage. “It’s not a cult! It’s a guild, and I’m a sworn initiate!”
Al rubbed his brow in annoyance. “Listen to yourself. A ‘sworn initiate’?” Noggin remembered his son as he was a decade or so ago… long, flowing blonde hair… now died black. Naive, childlike eyes, now lined in dark makeup. A tear came to his eye. “You change the way you dress, act, talk… feels a lot like a cult Al.”
While martial skill is largely unnecessary outside of N.O.T.E.C. sponsored exploration, there are many niche guilds that keep the traditions alive with alt fashions and strange customs.
The young gnome grabbed Noggin’s hand, wrenching it off his shoulder. “We’re a dedicated group of night blades who respect the old ways of the rogue– assassin and trickster alike.”
He pushed away Noggin and stormed towards the back door of the shop towards the forge yard, shouting behind him, “Why can’t you understand father? To discover the secrets of the darkness is my destiny!
With this Al stormed out the back door of the shop into the forge yard, leaving Noggin alone with his troubles.
Little Al was nearly 50– a grown gnome by classical tradition. Noggin knew it was time to let him choose his own path, but a life skulking around and playing spy with these death fanatics!? In these times, Noggin missed his wife. Slocka had always had a special connection with Al, and since she’d gone Noggin had never quite been able to bridge the gap between him and the boy.
With Al gone, he continued to clean cobwebs alone. He often was hard on the boy about his work around the shop instead of connecting with him about any other part of his life. Noggin didn’t know why he always made it about work — in truth, the shop had seen next to no customers in years. They were surviving at this point by doing contract duplication work for other tokensmiths in nearby towns. Was what Al wanted to do really that much more dismal than the path Noggin had put him on?
Just as he reflected on the absolute lack of traffic that had come into his place of business in years, a sudden poof of dust from the door as sunlight invaded the dingy room. CREAAAAAK. In strode that brigand Gontro. Behind him, much more timidly, came a young human boy. As he entered, he asked Gontro, “Are you sure we’re supposed to be here? It smells like something died… a while ago.”
“I am not dead yet.” Noggin shouted indignantly as he walked briskly towards the pair. “Welcome to my shop. How gracious you are to be so complimentary of my place of trade and home.”
“Hey Noggin!” Gontro clapped the gnome on the shoulder as he approached, then gestured back to the boy. “Rom, Noggin. Noggin, Rom.”
“Sorry sir, I didn’t mean to offend.” Rom cast his eyes down with embarrassment… very, very down to dodge the stare of the robed gnome who was several hooflengths shorter than he.
After a pause, Noggin sighed. “It’s ok. It is pretty rough in here. Was just talking to my son about that a minute ago.” His gaze softened as he spoke, then he looked back and forth between the two, concerned glance returning. “What are you doing traveling with this oaf? Has he hurt you?”
“What!? No!” Rom was taken aback and looked to Gontro, confused.
“Nothing like that Noggin. He wanted to come along. This is Seri’s kid.” He raised his eyebrows and cocked his head towards Noggin. Noggin immediately understood. Noggin wasn’t as old as Gontro, but he remembered Seri and Harriet well. He also remembered Seri’s attitude towards Gontro.
“Woah, woah. This is not what I thought was happening when you said you’d be back in a few days.” Noggin threw up his hands and began to back up, shaking his head. “Does Seri know he’s here?”
“Yeah, he knows. It’ll be fine.” Gontro walked after the little gnome, covering three times the distance with each stride. “Just put us up for the night, you can work tomorrow, then tomorrow night we fast travel to Anchormarsh.”
Noggin stopped in his tracks and raised his eyebrow. “For The Tournament?”
Gontro smiled and nodded. “Think of all those people who will see your craftsmanship. Every serious player in Tolkheim. The Nine themselves!”
Noggin paused for a moment. His business had crumbled, his love was gone, he was losing his only son day by day. To have his creatures stand on the in the Grand Coliseum at the great Tournament of Chance…. It could turn everything around. He looked around his crumbling shop. Empty shelves, cobwebs and broken dreams seemed to be all he had left.
He stared squarely at Gontro. “You leave tomorrow, I get paid up front.” After a pause he glanced quickly at Rom who seemed totally lost in what was transpiring. “And absolutely nobody gets hurt.”
The smile momentarily wiped off Gontro’s face before he nodded somberly. “Nobody gets hurt old friend.”
Just then Al reappeared through the back door. At first he didn’t notice the almost unheard of occurrence of actual customers in the shop. Absent-mindedly flipping a tiny dagger in his hands, he still had not noticed the two when he walked straight into Gontro’s knee.
As he gathered himself up from the dusty floor he pulled another dagger from its sheath on his belt and pointed them both up at the (relatively giant) orc with a flourish. “Cursed travelers from beyond the pale of the night realm! Stand behind me father, and take shelter in the darkness!”
Gontro cooed in glee. “Awwww!!! A real-life Night Blade? It’s been at least 100 years.” He grabbed Al by the scruff of his neck and picked him up. He proceeded to tickle the young gnome’s chin while Al swung his blades and kicked wildly.
“Gontro! Put my son down!” The gnome sounded furious, but quickly continued with a more scolding tone. “Though it does serve you right, son. We haven’t had customers in months then you pull knives on the first two!? I raised you better than that!”
Gontro dropped Al abruptly onto the dusty plank floor. “Aw come on, go easy on him. He’s just doing the Night Blade thing. Is there actually a guild here, kid?” Al nodded, rising again from the floor. “What do you even do anymore? I mean, there really aren’t assassinations and espionage these days.”
Al puffed his chest proudly. “We honor the darkness by honing our blades and our bodies to be ready for when the nightmares again return to the land beyond the — ”
Gontro cut him off. “You know what, that’s about as far as my caring goes. Still though, good on you. Night blades are cool.”
They’re going to be staying the night with us, Al.” Noggin began to walk towards the back door. He needed time in his forge yard to think. Tomorrow, he’d have to repeat three of his life’s greatest works in one day.
“We are all welcome in the night, friends, and I apologize for my impasses. Follow me to your lodgings.”
Gontro leaned down to Rom. “What a weirdo,”
“He just believes in something. What’s wrong with that?” Rom quietly retorted.
The orc laughed. “Like I said. Weirdo.”
Our May playtest is currently live on both Gala Games and Steam!
The Mayhem isn’t finished in Champions Arena, as the Nexus and Estate bundles get loaded with some extra Legendary loot!
Have you entered the battle yet? The greatest Champions continue to test themselves in the arena. There’s still time left to fight for treasure and glory before our May playtest wraps up on the 17th.
Own the Arena
Last week we unveiled our first sale for Champions Arena. The Estate serves a critical role for players seeking to own their own land within the game, inviting others to aid in their quest for glory.
The Nexus Bundle contains a key mystical tool for the truly great Champions. A Nexus allows you or others to attach Champions to it. Those Champions can then be used by other players, allowing the Nexus owner, the Champion owner and the player to share rewards received.
The Nexus bundle also offers an exclusive chance to own the Legendary Hero Veronika. Each time a Nexus sale takes place, all Nexus holders will receive a special, exclusive bonus NFT — even those who own a Nexus from past sales!
Going forward, we’ve decided to add that perk to Estates as well. Holders of Estates will now also receive a special bonus NFT each time they come up for sale!
Bigger, Better Bundles
Because May Mayhem comes but once a year, we thought we may as well sweeten up these sales so you can start your quest on the right foot.
We’ve stuffed even more loot into these bundles!
Now, all purchasers of the Estate Bundle will receive a bonus Gem Box, and both bundles will contain a Legendary Aura set — made up of a Belief of Light Aura for all four classes! We understand that all Estate purchasers also purchased a Nexus, but there are a few occasions when you may want more than one of these Auras around!
The Belief of Light Aura
Time Is Running Out!
There’s only a little time left to get into the action before this playtest ends. In just under a week on May 17th, the doors to the arena will close for now… but there will be much more coming soon!
We’ve sold over 100 Nexus bundles so far, and the team may have some additional surprises planned once we reach higher milestones. We’ll just have to wait and see…
Both the Nexus Bundle and Estate Bundle sales are wrapping up on May 16th at 6pm PT. The special 30% discount currently available, however, will only last until Friday, May 12th! Head to the Champions Arena Store today if you want to get in on these deals before it’s too late!
