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

The stand off continued for a few more minutes, with the archers emptying the quivers all of their arrows, before the infantry advanced forward to actually enter battle with the rebels.

Their boots pounded against the earth as they neared the trenches.

As they reached the trenches, the stakes once again slowed their approach. Soldiers in the front lines hacked at the obstacles with axes, splinters flying as the stakes gave way under the assault. Behind them, others pushed forward, stepping over the broken barricades to close the distance with the rebels.

The defenders met the attack with fierce resistance. Spears thrust from behind the cover of the trenches, jabbing at exposed throats and faces. Axes swung downward, cleaving into shields and arms alike. Swords lashed out in the chaos, clashing against armor with resounding clangs.

Storming the trenches(4)