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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

It is like a dream come true! Aron cheered in his mind as he stepped down from the smaller ship, his boots sinking slightly into the soft, warm sand. The salty breeze tugged at his cloak, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the constant sway of the ship beneath his feet was nothing but a distant memory.

He paused for a moment, turning back to the ship—a floating, creaking mass still anchored just a short distance from shore. The ship that had held him captive for nearly a week and a half was finally behind him, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself to breathe in the unbroken stillness of solid land beneath him.

Finally, he thought, his eyes scanning the horizon.

"I wonder if there are any tribes nearby," Aron muttered to himself as he stretched his legs, taking slow, deliberate steps on the firm sand. The sensation of solid ground beneath his boots was almost intoxicating after what had felt like an eternity at sea.

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