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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

By the time the following night descended, the rebel army had finally emerged from the suffocating confines of the forest. The open plains stretched out before them, offering a vastness they had not seen in weeks.

A few hours after the campfires were lit, the long-awaited carts arrived, creaking under the weight of promised provisions. The sight of the wagons, laden with sacks and barrels, sent a palpable wave of excitement through the camp. Rebels who had barely spoken for days now scrambled to unload the food with newfound energy.

For the first time in over a week, the rebels sat down to a proper meal. Gone were the meager scraps and foraged roots; tonight, there was bread, dried meat, and even a small measure of ale. The camp was alive with the sound of crackling fires, murmured thanks, and the occasional laughter—a stark contrast to the sullen silence that had gripped them during their march.

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