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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

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A mace hit a Frenchman right in the chin, smashing through all of his teeth and sending him sprawling to the ground. The excruciating pain surged through his body as blood gushed from his mouth, leaving him gasping for breath.  His gnaw broke as his face became disfigured and unrecognizable. The onlookers recoiled in horror, unable to comprehend the brutality of the attack.

Amidst the nightmarish tapestry of battle, Frederick found himself standing at the heart of a gruesome tableau. The lifeless Frenchman lay sprawled at his feet, a grotesque mask of agony forever etched onto his now unrecognizable face. Blood flowed incessantly from the shattered remnants of his mouth, forming a macabre pool that seemed to mirror the collective horror of those who bore witness.

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