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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

The pigeon soared gracefully through the vast expanse of the sky above Durazzo, its wings beating rhythmically against the currents of the air. The city below gradually transformed into a miniature mosaic of rooftops and bustling activity as the pigeon embarked on its journey. The azure sky stretched endlessly, and the sun cast its golden glow upon the feathered messenger.

As the pigeon continued its flight, the landscape below shifted. Coastal vistas gave way to rugged terrain, and the sparkling waters of the Adriatic gradually faded into the distance. The pigeon's flight path carried it over hills and valleys, a silent witness to the diverse landscapes of the region.

Finally, the distant silhouette of a city began to emerge on the horizon. Arta, the heart of the Epirotian Despotate, lay sprawled before the pigeon. The sprawling city, marked by its ancient structures and bustling streets, awaited news from afar.

For our ancestors!