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

Alpheo sat in a chair within his working station, the soft glow of the afternoon sun streaming through the arched window, bathing the room in warmth. In his arms, little Basil wriggled, his tiny fists punching the air with all the strength his one-month-old body could muster. Alpheo couldn't help but smile, a softness in his features as he gazed down at his son.

"Already ready to take on the world, aren't you?" he murmured, his deep voice quiet and full of affection. Basil responded with a gurgle, his bright eyes locking onto his father's face as though he understood every word.

Alpheo chuckled softly, the sound deep and unfamiliar even to himself. He reached out with his free hand to gently tickle Basil's cheek, eliciting a tiny, toothless smile.

"You'll be a strong one," Alpheo said, his voice barely above a whisper. "And clever too, I'll make sure of it. You'll have everything you need to be better than me"

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