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 docks outside the Romelian camp had been alive as it hadn't been in weeks.

A congregation of furious merchants, their silk coats embroidered with gold thread and their plumed hats bobbing with each angry gesture, swarmed before a small maniple of imperial soldiers. The air was thick with the scent of salt, tar, and sweat, but most of all, with outrage.

"This is theft!" one merchant bellowed, his face red as the velvet of his doublet. He stomped forward, waving a parchment in the air. "We came here under imperial sanction, with legal writs signed and sealed! These ships are not war vessels, they are grain carriers! You have no right—"

"No right indeed!" another shouted, his many chins wobbling with the force of his indignation. "We risk pirates, storms,between here and the capital, and now you would commandeer our ships as if we were your lackeys?!"

Romelian preparations