Kingshot Triton

Full background story

A soldier of fortune found him. Whatever treasure the man had hoped to pull out of the Temple of Tides, the secret chamber he broke into after weeks of prying at old stone was not it. The room had sat sealed for longer than anyone could guess. Cold air rolled out of the opening, far colder than the season had any right to produce, carrying with it a reek of salt water so strong the soldier clapped a hand over his nose. Somewhere inside, machinery ground against itself, loud enough to rattle his teeth. He stepped in anyway.

At the center of the chamber stood a vast metal cabinet, egg-shaped, ringed by circle after circle of fine metal channels running out toward the walls. A pale, almost see-through blue liquid welled up out of the cabinet and crept along the channels until they brimmed full. That was when the room lit up: gold, red, white, color flaring in a space that had no business holding any of it. And that was when the cabinet cracked open and a man spilled out of it, half falling, half crawling onto the stone floor.

He looked no younger than forty, going by the white threading through what hair he had left, but he was breathing. The soldier could see it, a slow rise and fall of the chest, barely there, proof enough that whatever this was, it hadn't killed him.

The stranger had a great deal of catching up to do. In the weeks after he woke, he peppered everyone around him with questions that only made them more uneasy: why did they plow their fields with animals instead of machines, why did whole families sleep above a ground floor kept for livestock. "You truly have nothing to light a room after dark except torches?" he asked one baffled farmer, and got no answer that satisfied him. His name, he told them eventually, was Triton.

Triton has since learned a great deal more about the world he woke into, and he understands its people and its tools far better than he did that first week. It isn't really a compliment to say so. In the era he remembers, the one history here still calls the Age of Kings, even the poorest household had tidestone lamps to light its rooms, and ships that needed no oar or sail carried people between the great ports as a matter of course. His own age had its share of failures. Feeding people, clothing them, keeping a roof over their heads, none of that was among them.

What happened in the centuries between is something Triton still can't fully account for. The world he lives in now is gentler than most he's heard described since waking, he'll grant it that much, but the cost of that gentleness has been steep: everywhere he looks for traces of the old knowledge, he finds superstition instead, or history rewritten past recognizing. Worse, he's come to suspect the rewriting is deliberate, the work of rulers who profit from a people that no longer remembers what it used to have.

He still remembers the sound shrapnel makes passing close enough to take an ear off, the way blood and torn earth threw themselves into the air around him. But for a few inches, he'd thought at the time, and then put the thought away, because there was no room for it. The Loyalists were making their last stand to buy Tide King Atlas the time he needed, and dead men or not, they meant to die well.

Triton's one job was to keep the rebels off the Temple of Tides long enough for the King to reach stasis, long enough to keep some ember of the kingdom's return alive for later. Then the whole temple shuddered and the lights failed, and a wave of cheering rolled up from the rebel lines outside. Oh no, Triton thought. The energy cores. That was his responsibility.

He gave his men the order to hold the line and went for the inner chamber himself. What he found there stopped him cold: the stasis capsule standing open, and empty. Before he could make sense of it, something shoved him hard from behind, straight into the capsule, and the door sealed behind him with a sound of finality he felt in his chest.

Liquid began pouring down around him almost at once, and with it came a cold certainty: he was the one going to sleep now, not the King. He beat his fists against the inside of the door, uselessly, loyal even then, unable to understand why he'd been chosen to survive when so many better men hadn't. Through the glass, Tide King Atlas looked back at him and smiled, a smile with equal parts sorrow and tenderness in it. It was the last thing Triton saw before the dark took him.

Later, Triton pieced the rest together from the King's own words, left behind for him to find. "Dear Triton. Forgive me for taking the liberty of preserving your life, my loyal servant. I am too sentimental to go down with my empire, and I ask your pardon for that indulgence. If someone must tell later generations what became of us, let it be you. Our civilization may end with me, but it may also begin again with you. I always counted you a brother and my greatest minister, and I could do no less for you than this.

I know it will be hard for you to understand why the strength of the Tides went to preserving you rather than crushing heresy. It is because dishonesty was allowed to take root under my rule, and what I planted when I broke faith with our allies has now been harvested. The Tides never betrayed me. If blame belongs anywhere, it belongs to our nobles: in betraying me, they betrayed our people too. Don't forget how good and kind we all once were, Triton. This war is only the price of the innocent blood already on our hands.

I will call on the power of the great Tide myself to end this and to keep you safe. You will wake into a world I cannot picture, one of ignorance or one of knowledge, I have no way of knowing which. I know only this: keep faith with your promises and your oaths, and you will be able to make the world remember us, and remember the Tides." Tide King Atlas.

Skills

Conquest skills fire in the Arena. Expedition skills fire on rallies and the world map. A hero who carries one can be dead weight in the other.

Conquest

Tidewill

Surrounds him in a wave barrier, granting 2s invulnerability before dealing Attack×100-140% AoE damage.

Regal Wrath

Self-buff: +8-24% Attack, +16-48% Defense for 4s.

Striking Hit

Every normal attack also deals Attack×20-28% to a random enemy.

Magnetic Reformation (Exclusive)

+10-30% damage.

Expedition

Command of Power

+5-25% total Squads' Defense.

Warfare of Power

+6-30% total Squads' skill damage dealt.

Oath of Power

+4-20% Infantry Health, +6-30% Cavalry/Archer Health.

Whale Call (Exclusive)

+5-15% Defender Squad Defense.

Best pairings

• Charles and Triton form a double infantry wall that both roll damage-reduction procs, his invulnerability window and Charles's chance to halve a hit.
• Warfare of Power's squad skill-damage buff lands directly on Wee & Woo's AoE-heavy kit, and Oath of Power's larger Archer/Cavalry health bonus offsets their fragility.

• Charles
• Wee & Woo

Other Generation 6 heroes

• Sophia
• Yang

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