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

Haldrek's breath hitched. His hands went rigid on the reins, his warhorse shifting uneasily beneath him as if sensing its rider's sudden hesitation. His soldiers still advanced, shields locked, boots striking the earth in rhythmic unison, but Haldrek—Haldrek did not move. His body was stiff, frozen atop his saddle, his world narrowing to the terrible sight before him.

The rioters held his lifeless form aloft, hoisted on their shoulders like some wretched banner. His bloodstained robes billowed as they moved, his head lolling grotesquely, mouth agape in an eternal, silent prayer. The firelight flickered against the deep wound in his throat, against his still fingers curled stiff in death.

A deafening silence fell over Haldrek's thoughts, a void that swallowed all else.

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