Allevatore_dicapre

Bound in chains yet yearning for freedom, Alpheo, a modern historian, finds himself enslaved in a land on the brink of chaos.

As the empire of Rolmia plunges into civil war following the death of the emperor ,  his three ambitious sons  vie for the throne. In the midst of this turmoil, Alpheo finds the chance to break his chain and escape, leading his companions into the ashes of war, trying to thrive in it,  selling their swords to the highest bidder  .

But beyond the borders of Rolmia, hungry eyes watch  as the empire's grip loosens. The Sultanate of Azania, ever the opportunist, sees a chance to expand its domain and influence , while to the south, neighboring principalities breathe a sigh of relief as the once-dominant giant stumbles and falters.

In the sea, the confederation of the Free Isle finds their chance to restore their old maritime power , denied to them by an empire that is now crumbling beneath  itself , lacking the strenght to stop them.

In this crucible of conflict, where dynasties crumble and empires fall, Alpheo find his call and the chance to  forge his own destiny amidst the ashes of empires.

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Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

Pasha Mamud bit down a curse as he spurred his horse forward, the powerful animal snorting and kicking up dust beneath its hooves. Behind him rode sixty of his Sipahi guards, their lamellar armor glinting in the fading sunlight. Despite their orderly formation, their grim faces betrayed the truth: the battle had been lost. The banner of the Sultanate, once proudly billowing above the ranks of Azania's army, had fallen amidst the chaos, with its bearer unknown whetever alive or dead .

Mamud's thoughts seethed with fury as he pushed his mount harder. Fool, he snarled inwardly, the word echoing like a drumbeat in his mind. That pompous fool. We had the strength, the numbers. We had the ground. And still, he squandered it, by putting that fool of his brother in command of the right...

Swapping head