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

Out of 97 captains, 39 had chosen Blake. It wasn't a resounding majority—far from it—but it didn't need to be. The rules were clear: the candidate with the most votes won. And by the slimmest of margins, Blake had seized victory.

Captain of the High Fleet. It had a nice ring to it

Of course, it hadn't been a clean triumph—far from it.

Strings had been pulled so tight they nearly snapped. Blake had tugged at every single one of them. Favors were called in, alliances forged in the shadows, palms greased with whispered promises of future rewards.

As the final vote was announced, a ripple of murmurs swept through the assembly. The title was his. He had climbed the ladder, rung by rung, and now stood at the top—a position so coveted, so powerful.

Captain of the high fleet