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

Aven stood atop the wooden palisade, his arms crossed over his broad chest, the wind tugging at the fur lining of his cloak. He exhaled sharply, the sound almost lost in the crisp morning air, and scratched at the stubble along his jaw. "Honestly," he muttered, his voice low and gruff, "I didn't expect this to be more than a waste of food and time."

Beside him, Aron leaned against the rough wooden beams, his sharp eyes scanning the bustling camp below. Unlike Aven, his build was leaner, his demeanor more measured. He hadn't believed this would work either—not at first. But now, as he watched the settlers gather their belongings and prepare for the journey ahead, he couldn't deny the results. "It wasn't easy," Aron admitted, his tone thoughtful. "But apparently, it was worth the effort."

From their vantage point, the camp sprawled out like a living tapestry. Families huddled together, their meager possessions bundled in cloth and leather.

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