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In a usurped kingdom , amid a war-torn and  blood-soaked Italy, Conradin's battleground is set. To reclaim his birthright the crown of Sicily,  he must tread a path paved with blood, learning that he must do whatever it takes to ascend the throne.




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In the year 1266, the tale of Conradin, the last scion of an ancient imperial dynasty, unfolds. His once-great kingdom, Sicily, has been ruthlessly usurped first by his own uncle and now rests in the hands of the cunning French Count Charles. Through a treacherous plot involving the Pope, Charles managed to oust the Hohenstaufen from the Kingdom of Sicily and crowned himself as its king.

In the East, powers such as the Despotate of Epirus are keenly observing the instability in Sicily, poised to seize any advantage that may arise from the chaos. Meanwhile, the small Italian communes are caught in the political crossfire, aligning themselves with one side of the conflict or the other based on the prevailing political party in power and their vested interests. These shifting allegiances turn the Italian peninsula into a powder keg, where all-out war seems inevitable.

As the shadows of history close in around Conradin, the world watches with bated breath. Will he emerge triumphant, his name forever etched in the annals of Sicilian glory as the rightful king who defied insurmountable odds, toppling both the Pope and the usurper? Or will he, in his valiant struggle, become a tragic figure, a symbol of lost opportunities and shattered dreams? The future of Sicily hangs in the balance, and Conradin's destiny remains uncertain, poised on the precipice of history.

The return of the fallen king

<p>What the french  initially expected was that after the gate fell, they would be able to celebrate their victory and claim the city of Cosenza as their own. However, they were faced with a horrifying sight that washed away any hope they may have still harbored. In front of them was no easy entrance to the city, but a daunting line of pointy sticks, over which a dry trench had been constructed and behind which an additional  wooden wall had been built. Archer soldiers were already perched atop the new wall, aiming their arrows at any advancing French soldiers. The battlefield had been transformed into a deadly obstacle course for the French invaders. The soldiers stayed frozen , and their excitement fell  like a heavy weight. The reality of the situation sank in as they realized that the battle was still not over.</p>

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