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

"You're dead!" one boy cried, proudly thrusting his wooden stick toward the other's chest."No I'm not!" the second answered, stumbling back with a grin and raising his own sword-shaped branch like a knight from some old tale

"You are if I say so—I'm Vrivrian the Red!"

"You can't be , I already called him!"

They were no older than ten, cheeks red with the rush of imagined glory, breath quick, eyes bright. Around them, the cobblestones were streaked with sun, and the air smelled faintly of baking bread and smoke from morning fires. Their laughter was high and clear and small enough to be swallowed by the wind.

Thwack. Thwack. THWACK.

The sound echoed again—louder now. Heavier.

But it wasn't from their game anymore.

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