Aurelon

Raiders took everything but ten loyal men and the half of an iron signet a dying courier pressed into your hand. Aurelon is an open-world medieval sandbox for your phone. Six realms are at war across a hand-painted continent, and nobody is waiting for you. Ride out, take the work you can get, and see how far a small company can climb — sellsword, sworn vassal, or a king with a crown of your own. A LIVING WORLD Twelve towns, seventeen castles, forty-five villages and the wild borderlands between them. Lords march, besiege, raid and ransom each other whether you are watching or not. Rivers run, waves break on the coast, rain and snow sweep across the map — and a storm slows every army in it, including yours. BATTLES YOU COMMAND Order your infantry, archers and horse by line: hold, charge, shield wall, skirmish, follow me. Woods, hills and streams matter. So do walls — storm a castle with ladders and a ram, or hold one against a host that outnumbers you three to one. Fight in person, or send the troops and watch the odds. SIX REALMS, SIX WAYS OF WAR Vaelmark's couched lances. Skarn's axes and shield wall. Dunmoor's longbows in the trees. The Tamur Khanate's horse archers. Meridia's pike and pavise. The Aurelian Remnant's disciplined pila. Every realm fields its own soldiers, from levy to elite, and fights in its own way. A COMPANY THAT IS YOURS Recruit villagers and train them into veterans. Hire companions with their own names and reasons. Take prisoners, ransom them or turn them. Pay wages every day, feed everyone, and answer for it when the money runs out. ARM YOURSELF, AND IT SHOWS Swords, longswords you need both hands for, axes, pikes, bows, crossbows, javelins. Padded coats, mail, brigandine, a full plate harness. Caps, nasal helms, a great helm that turns a blade and half your eyesight. Palfreys to travel, destriers to charge. Heavy armour protects you and slows you down, and every piece you put on shows on your character. SOMETHING WORTH RIDING FOR Towns hold tournaments now and then — four rounds of blunted steel, an entry fee and a champion's purse. Somewhere out there are pieces no smith will sell you: a longsword light enough to carry with a shield, a hauberk of plate at half the weight, a warhorse with a courser's stride. Five of them belonged to the High King, scattered the night his crown broke. RISE AS FAR AS YOU CAN Take contracts, work the notice boards, hunt bandits in their hideouts. Earn renown until a king will have you, then swear to him — or renounce the oath and take a castle for yourself. Hold a fief, build it, tax it, defend it. And somewhere out there, five shards of an old crown are waiting for someone the songs call the Destined. • Plays offline. No ads. No in-app purchases. No accounts. Nothing is collected. • Story, Normal and Hard — pick at the start, change any time. • Made for touch: one thumb on the map, both hands in a battle.