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

As Torghan's final words hung in the air, the square erupted into a storm of voices. Warriors turned to one another, their faces a mix of disbelief, curiosity, and outright suspicion. The tension was high and in the ear of every men, like the crackle of lightning before a storm.

"Two hundred heads of livestock?" one man muttered, his brow furrowed as he scratched at his beard. "That's no small gift and the fact that they want nothing is even more strange...."

A burly warrior, his arms crossed over a chest riddled with scars, let out a derisive snort. "Loyalty? To outsiders? I've lived on our ancestral land since I could walk. My father and his father before him bled for the soil we were deprived of. And now we're to pack up and leave? For what? Pretty words and promises?"

Tribal meeting(2)