Fatih

Fatih is a Fighter hero in Honor of Kings.

Background[]

"Asitane shall fall into the hand of the destined sultan like a ripe red apple." So did the prophecy foretell. Hakan's succession was not a smooth one—he was even exiled once during the process. But that exile granted him valuable experience and connections, which he used to formulate a delicate plan. Years later, he retook the throne. Thwarting the elders' attempts to manipulate him, Hakan put everyone's doubts to shame and reclaimed Asitane. As the dust settled after the long siege, the silhouette of Hakan appeared on Asitane's walls. From that moment onward, he became known to the world as Fatih, the prophesied Conqueror. Bearing wit and bravery, the Conqueror shall continue to bring countless new legends to this land.

Lore[]

"The Prince of Hadrian has returned!" they said. "Have you heard? After seven years without a word, the urchin prince has returned!" Their voices dripped with derision.

Hearing this proclamation upon emerging from the Outer City, Hakan tightened his hood. Urchin? The passersby didn't even try to hide the mockery in their words. But they had the situation right—Prince Hakan had been exiled soon after assuming the throne at a young age. He'd grown up amidst sandstorms and rolling dunes in a far-off land. The last time anyone in the capital had seen him was when Hakan was driven from power. There hadn't been much news of him since. It seemed like the whole outcast experience would haunt him forever.

"So why did he disappear?" a young girl inquired, pulling on the corner of her mother's clothes.

"I imagine he was just too ordinary to do anything of note. That's what happens to people who aren't brilliant enough. They're easily forgotten." The woman scoffed as she answered the girl's question.

"Then I'm gonna be brilliant! I don't want to be forgotten..." The girl nodded, scrunching up her face.

"How in the world did he get the throne in the first place?" the stall owner next to them interjected, unable to help himself.

"The former king had a lot riding on him. He thought the prince would be the one to take the Red Apple and fulfill the prophecy. I bet he sent the boy off to train because he discovered how little power he truly had," the woman replied, dropping a few bags of roasted chestnuts into her basket.

"I feel sorry for Grand Vizier! Serving the late king until his twilight years was no easy task, yet now the burden hasn't lessened at all with the useless new one... That'll be 40 lyras!" the stall owner gossiped as he tallied up the woman's bill.

The breeze carried this idle chatter to Hakan's ears. He furrowed his brow as he leaped onto the eaves of a building and started running on round rooftops toward the coronation hall, leaving the criticism in his wake. The sound of the wind and his footsteps slowly drowned out the people's gossip.

"Your Highness, you're late." The Grand Vizier waved his hand in disgust, unable to hide the disappointment in his eyes. "That stink... I suppose you've been... surveying the lower city again, yes? Quite the devoted ruler."

"I had personal matters to attend to, Grand Vizier," Hakan began—but the Grand Vizier had already started walking away.

Soon after, attendants were summoned in. Now garbed in a resplendent robe and head covering, Hakan set out for the ceremony. As the music swelled, his coronation began. The Grand Vizier placed the hereditary short sword in Hakan's hands, then turned to face the crowds below.

"Behold! The new King of Hadrian. As the sole heir to the throne, he will guide us to a... bright future!" The Grand Vizier's deliberate pause seemed to carry some hidden meaning.

The people reacted—not with ripples of silence, nor of applause, but rather of hushed, slimy conversation. Hakan saw their probing glances at him and muttering lips. They were talking about him. They were doubtful, curious, judgmental... and perhaps, waiting.

Waiting for that most unlikely of possibilities— That he would surprise them.

The heavy hush that shrouded the coronation reminded Hakan of chestnuts crackling in an oven, each tiny fissure whispering of an inevitable burst. If their shells were fated to split, he decided, he would be the flame to set them free.

"Soon, I will lead our armies to fulfill the prophecy of our forebearers. I will seize the Red Apple and take Asitane back from its pirate occupiers!"

As the short ceremony concluded, the new king announced his ambitious goal. The proclamation of war set the crowd ablaze.

Asitane had long been the unfulfilled dream of countless kings past. But was Hakan's ambition worthy of such a legacy—or merely the madness of a reckless young man who overreached? Most watched with doubt in their eyes, and some, with open scorn, even dared to laugh.

However, there were a few whose eyes lit up with hope at the new king's words. Hakan took note of these hopeful few to follow up on later. The new king turned and left the balcony, leaving the tumult of voices behind him.

A king's command must be obeyed. Preparations for war began.

Those who had been stirred by Hakan's words were summoned for a private audience. It seemed as if a plan was unfolding. They, along with the king's personal guard and the king himself, darted back and forth between the forest, the harbor, and the mines on the edge of the Outer City, unloading boatload after boatload of sealed boxes. Their clothes were drenched in sweat, their faces covered in dust. Yet the citizens believed that they were just like the king they served—insane.

A few months later, the armies marched out.

The Grand Vizier remained behind in safety. "Well, someone has to stay and protect the capital," he told Hakan.

A thunderous cacophony echoed from the forest as cavalry and massive objects covered in oil-soaked tarps marched to a location near Asitane. Far away in the capital, the elders, expecting the king to return in defeat, had already begun scouring the royal family for a new heir that would be easy to control.

The pirates who controlled Asitane were unconcerned when they heard the news of the king's arrival. "We'll make sure our unwelcome guest never goes back!" they declared.

Never goes back? Perhaps they were right.

Hakan exchanged a smile with the commander beside him.

Months passed. The Grand Vizier counted the days, eagerly awaiting news of Hakan's demise.

Until one day, a carrier pigeon came with a message from the front lines: "Esteemed Grand Vizier, you have my sincerest gratitude for your hard work protecting the rear. Rest assured, your efforts will not go unrewarded."

"The rear?" The Grand Vizier took the ambiguous message from the pigeon's foot. His brows furrowed after he read it. "Since when is the capital 'the rear'?"

The next day, Hakan's new messenger arrived in Hadrian, one of the pirate's leaders tied to his horse's back, attracting the gaze of the crowds he passed by.

"Huh? Isn't that..." The roasted chestnut stall owner recognized the king's messenger.

"That's the guy who used to come and move stuff around!" The little girl tugged on the corner of her mother's clothes again.

"It is. Could... could they have won? Let me get two more bags. Doesn't seem like there's any need to scrimp and save at the present."

The woman picked the biggest chestnuts, and even gave the stall owner two extra coins.

"I never would've guessed it at the start, but... seems like the future is looking bright."

The stall owner flipped the coins before putting them into his pocket.

At dawn on the third day, the cannon-laden army returned victorious to Hadrian.

The ashen-faced Grand Vizier welcomed the once-doubted armies back from the balcony. At first, upon hearing news of their victory, the Grand Vizier chalked it up to luck on the new king's part. However, with the information he'd gleaned from the pirate prisoner, he'd gradually realized the careful planning and preparations behind the king's victory.

This was not the urchin Hakan he thought he knew.

When the former king had appointed Hakan his successor, the Grand Vizier hadn't been fond of the boy. He was too ambitious, looking to conquer the world at his young age. He didn't understand politics at all, as demonstrated by the fact that he stated his intention to wrest control from the elders soon after ascending the throne... It seemed his abdication was all but certain. The former king sent the prince to the border for "training," in the hopes that the prince would learn a bit of political savvy and steady his impulsive spirit. At the Grand Vizier's behest, the nobles at the border had reported that "the prince had stormed off, feeling that too much was being asked of him."

Furious, the former king issued the order for the prince's long exile.

Those seven years of exile should have long since laid him low, made him into an easy-to-control puppet! The Grand Vizier had expected Hakan's expedition to end in disaster, for him to return defeated and subservient, ready to hand over the reins. That he would return victorious, head held high with pride, was an outcome the Grand Vizier hadn't foreseen in his wildest dreams. To lose to such a lad was truly...

"My lord, the king didn't return with the army," his attendants informed him.

"What else does he intend to do?" the Grand Vizier asked angrily.

"The king will move the capital to Asitane. He has ordered you to continue guarding Hadrian."

"..." The Grand Vizier felt his blood boiling.

So, Hakan had sent the message about "guarding the rear" because he'd been planning to move the capital all along!

"However, His Majesty will allow you to come to the new capital to attend the inaugural ceremony... My lord? Are you all right, my lord!?"

Before the attendant had even finished speaking, the Grand Vizier lost his composure, something he'd rarely done in sight of the people. Swaying on the spot, he dropped his scepter to the ground before turning and storming off the balcony.

Three months later.

After a very efficient reconstruction, the inaugural ceremony for the new capital was held in Asitane. "Fatih" Hakan sat upon a new throne fashioned from the holy tree. Specially invited guests included:

The ten elders who had once thought him destined to fail, with the Grand Vizier sitting prominently among them; the five bards who had written The Fall of the Prince and spread it throughout Hadrian; three of the pirate leaders; and a few artists and historians who had been invited purely to record the event.

Announcements regarding the inaugural ceremony were spread across the land. Upon reading the news, some happily raced to the sea's edge and whistled their congratulations to the opposite shore, while others sneered and crumpled the announcements in disgust. Friends, both old and new, knew the king by a new name: Fatih, the Conqueror.

Red Apple of Destiny[]

The sky was just beginning to turn rose-red with the dawn when the pirates camped at Asitane were awoken by a violent shaking. An earthquake? No... Mechcraft cannons. It was the Hadrian army. Word had it that their newly crowned king had sworn to conquer the city of Asitane, which had been occupied by pirates for centuries.

This king, however, seemed unworthy. He had been banished for many years and grew up in the borderlands. It was clear that he was nothing but an inexperienced one. The pirate chieftain snarled. He did not consider this young king a threat.

"Battle stations! That brat is never going back to his land alive!"

In response, the pirates brandished their weapons, raucously clanging them together.

In both history and legend, Asitane was known as the blessed former capital of Hadrian. The apple tree in the city center not only safeguarded the citizens, but also carried their hopes for the future. It was said that the red apple it bore would select a wise king to watch over the people.

No one remembered the specifics of the battle that had taken place in the city a century ago. All that remained were scattered rumors about an unworthy ruler, a mighty sorcerer, pirates, and a prophecy. When the dust settled, a strange offshoot grew out from the apple tree, and Asitane was placed under a curse. The Hadrians were cast out, and the city fell under the control of the pirates. Still, the Hadrians did not lose hope, for prophecy foretold that one day, their most courageous king would pluck a red apple from the tree and bring blessings back to Hadrian.

Hakan, the exiled king whom the pirates mocked—could he be the prophesized king?

The sun rose above the city walls, marking the beginning of the attack.

Large mechcraft cannons, each ten meters long, launched half-ton shells that left craters even in Asitane's famously strong city walls. Still, these small indentations were the best the cannons could accomplish.

The pirate chieftain gathered his nerve and challenged Hakan's army.

"Don't waste your strength! Since its occupation, Asitane has been protected by a blessing that renders its walls indestructible!

Now, tell me, where is your banished king? I'm dying to know how he convinced you to sacrifice for him!"

Unexpectedly, Hakan did not emerge at the front of his army.

Nor in the rear, nor anywhere at all.

"Ha! Has your king abandoned you? Surrender now, and we'll grant you a less painful death!" the pirate chieftain said derisively.

The two forces faced off as time passed, with the sun moving silently from east to west.

Both sides knew well that this was no ordinary siege.

The pirates' advantage lay in the city's fortified walls. Hakan's army's strategy had originally been to besiege the city and bombard it with cannon fire. It was clear, however, that the cannons were not having the expected effect. The besiegers were running out of options, and it seemed that only a miracle would save them.

The moon waxed, then waned. With each passing day, the Hadrian army grew more exhausted.

The monsoon was coming.

The dark, foreboding clouds signaled the coming of the first rains, and thus also the utter destruction of the Hadrian army's cannons. Yet, the Hadrian army had no intention of retreating. It was like a sick man at death's door, refusing to accept reality. The pirate chieftain once again came forth to challenge the soldiers reloading their cannons.

At first, the soldiers continued their work in silence, as they'd done so many times before. Suddenly, however, all of them—every last commander and footman—paused and raised their heads toward the city walls. The pirate chieftain looked to Asitane's commander, confused. The commander leisurely lifted his water bladder as if to make a toast, and smiled at the pirate.

"He has finally come!" the commander said.

At that very moment, the cannons fired another round. Shockingly, the wall on which the pirates were standing began to shake violently and crumble.

"No... Impossible!" the pirate chieftain exclaimed, looking at the stone debris at his feet.

"Impossible? Turn around and look."

An unfamiliar yet loud voice rang out from behind the pirate chieftain—from within his own camp!

The pirate chieftain's heart skipped a beat, and he abruptly turned around.

The wind brought a cloud of black powder from the city's center. The cursed and bent apple tree was returning to its original form. That could only mean…

This stalwart city no longer belonged to the pirates and the sorcerer. From this day forward, it would protect the one it had selected as its ruler—the new king of Asitane.

A young man appeared near the city walls, flipping a bright red apple in his hand.

Without a doubt, it was the King of Hadrian, Hakan.

The countless rounds from the seemingly useless cannons had been a mere cover for him to sneak into the city undetected. Once he'd gained control of the city, they would become the army's best offensive weapon.

"But... how?" How did Hakan slip into Asitane? How did he get the Red Apple? The pirates were drowning in confusion.

"Hush," Hakan said softly, lifting his finger to his lips. "The vanquished have no right to ask questions."

The smoke rising from the cannons reminded him of the sandstorms in Alsahraa.

Once, while in exile, he found himself in Madinat Erudit. While there, he read a prophecy concerning Asitane:

"Dry eyes swallow the moon as blood resonates, its pact fulfilled; the reflected Red Apple will crown a new king."

The skilled Castellan archer had helped him interpret the strange words.

There was a secret passage connecting the dried-up spring outside the city to the apple tree within. The tree's roots would resonate when touched by a member of the royal family, pulling the would-be heir into an inverted vision. If the heir was deemed worthy, they would then receive the power of the Red Apple.

And so, the night before the siege began, Hakan slipped through the secret passage and made his way to the center of Asitane.

As Hakan touched the tree, a voice reverberated through his mind. "You have come at last, my descendant."

In the blink of an eye, he was seemingly pulled into the apple tree. Surrounded by shapeless chaos, he was questioned by countless voices.

About his identity, his fear, his faith, and that which he wished to protect.

"You are the prophesied king, but you must understand the responsibility you bear."

Within that dreamlike emptiness, he made decision after decision, choice after choice, and underwent the consequences of each and every one.

Failure, betrayal, doubt, and death... The void revealed to him every possible future.

"Even so, will you bear this burden?"

Something was glittering within the chaos before him.

Hakan reached out and grasped the red object.

An apple.

He clenched his fist, and the apple turned into golden light that melded into his palm. A strange power surged around him—it was like he could feel the city breathing and sense its yearning for liberation.

"Go. That which you must protect awaits you."

Now the battle could truly begin.

As the vision faded around him, Hakan took stock of his surroundings. He'd been teleported to the top of the city walls.

With a mental command, he dispelled the blessing that protected the city's walls. The stone-and-brick walls were helpless before the cannons' barrage.

Back in the present...

"Ah, yes..."

Coming to his senses, Hakan addressed a "kindly" warning to the despondent pirate chieftain.

"If I were you, I would lie low and hide somewhere... Oh, too late!"

The cannon fire now easily pierced the city's unblessed walls, leaving large circular holes.

The unfortunate pirate chieftain fell from the ramparts along with a shower of debris.

In a panic, the pirates fled to their ships and raised sails, hoping to escape from the harbor. Before they could weigh anchors, however, they were struck dumb by the sight before them. A fleet of warships, armed to the teeth, was blocking their escape. Just then, a torrential downpour began.

Just last night, the pirates had confirmed that there were no signs of enemy ships anywhere within several days' sailing distance. So, where did the fleet come from? How could so many warships have moved right under their noses without them noticing? The storm slowed the pirates' movements, and they were trapped around the harbor.

Standing upon the fleet's flagship was a red-haired captain. As dawn broke, they sailed the upgraded Obsidite ships through the dense forest. Just before the first raindrops fell, they burst out from a nearby abandoned harbor onto the open sea. This was Hakan's final strategy: A surprise fleet attack via land.

"Obsidite," the captain said, pointing at the ship's markings. "Ever heard of it? Its sand-repelling properties help the sand boats of Alsahraa navigate the Sandy Wastes. We modified our ships to add a layer of Obsidite to their hulls, and laid a path of Obsidite. It only takes half a month to reach the nearby harbor from Hadrian by land. Our king calls this, what was it... Maneuvering in plain sight?"

All the pieces were now in place. Hakan breathed a sigh of relief and cracked a sincere smile for the first time since he had become king. It had been a huge gamble, but he had won.

Years ago, as he wandered Alsahraa, its sandy winds had blown him toward unknown adventures and whispered to him forgotten histories.

An old friend with a hearty laugh and fire in his hair had led him to a grotto of enlightenment. This red-haired youth who had been venturing on the ocean's waves had lent him a powerful marine force. An aged craftsman in a seaside city had taught him the secrets of the mechcraft cannon.

His plan, centered on the Red Apple of Asitane, had slowly and silently taken form.

Cannons, Obsidite, warships, blessings, faith, and sorcery lost to the winds... During his journeys, he had gathered up these fragments and pieced them together in his mind. Exile had guided him to this very place, at this very time. Holding the apple in his hand, he felt a deep gratitude toward everything in his past.

Everyone present understood what had happened. The battle was over. Asitane had a new king.

The branches extended, lowering Hakan to the ground.

"So, the urchin prince has done pretty well, wouldn't you say?"

Skills[]

Only the Strong

Enhance Recovery

Type: Passive

Whenever he uses a skill, gains an enhanced Basic Attack that unleashes sword energy. Enhanced Basic Attacks have higher Attack Speed and restore Health. While using Sacred Tree Blessing, enhanced Basic Attacks unleash 1 additional blast of sword energy.

The King's Blade

Damage Movement Crowd Control

Type: Skill 1

Dashes forward to deal damage. The 3rd skill use also launches the enemy.

The King's Return

Damage Slow

Type: Skill 2

Unleashes sword energy, dealing damage to enemies and slowing them. Recovers Health if he hits a hero. While using Sacred Tree Blessing, he unleashes 1 additional blast of sword energy.

Sacred Tree Blessing

Enhance Purify Recovery

Type: Ultimate

Removes all crowd control effects on himself, dealing physical damage to nearby enemies and gaining max Health. Boosts the effects of Skill 2 and enhanced Basic Attacks while this skill is active. Tap again to end the skill.

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Fatih's most common skill combo is 2-Ult-1-BA-1-BA-1-BA.
While his Ultimate is active, hits from his Basic Attacks and skills recover a ton of Health, keeping him in the fight.

Trivia[]

Fatih is global version of original Cao Cao with same skillset.
On global version, Cao Cao became Fatih's skin.