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

Alpheo took a slow sip from his cup, his eyes never leaving the girl. He set the cup down on a small wooden table beside him, then leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees, fingers steepled with a studied air of calm curiosity.

"So," he asked gently, "what did Robert say about me?"

Her small hands stopped mid-motion, and she glanced up at him with wide, searching eyes. There was hesitation there—but also a raw honesty only a child could hold onto amidst a world turned violent.

"A lying, backstabbing, self-righteous cur," she recited in a breath, as if quoting something she'd heard many times before. "A snake.He said many things about you"

Jarza's brow arched slightly. Even Alpheo blinked.

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