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

Ten ships cut through the waves, their sails taut with the wind as they crossed the very sea where, just weeks ago, the Romelians and the Confederation of the Free Isle had waged their fateful battle.

The waters once churned with fire and blood, now bore silent witness to the rise of a new order. The Confederation had emerged victorious, and with the Imperial fleet sent to the depths, there was no disputing it—these waters had a new master.

The fleet followed a carefully charted course, the sailing road between Yarzat's foreign outpost on the distant continent and the open seas just above Harmway. Along the way, pirate ships—lesser ones, the kind that lurked in wait for easy prey—spotted the passing fleet. Yet none dared approach.

Their captains knew better than to test the strength of such a force.Against a fleet of warships of this caliber, they were but gnats against a storm.

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