Allevatore_dicapre

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 severed heads lay grotesquely on the ground, starkly contrasting against the once-vibrant green field that had been a canvas for the toil of farmers just months ago. Blood, dark and viscous, splattered across the verdant grass, creating a gruesome tableau that spoke of violence and brutality.

The lifeless eyes of the severed head stared vacantly, devoid of the vitality that had once animated them. The features contorted in a frozen grimace, a final expression etched in the throes of the ultimate agony. The tousled hair, now matted with blood, bore witness to the savage act that had transpired on this once-peaceful landscape.

The field, which had witnessed the cycles of growth and harvest, now bore witness to a different harvest – one of death and despair. The cruel juxtaposition of the decapitated head against the pastoral backdrop created a chilling scene, a stark reminder of the brutality that war could unleash on the very heart of life's sustenance.

Aftermath of the sortie(2)