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Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

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. ----------------

Allevatore_dicapre · Krieg
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304 Chs

Searching for fire

Fenn sat uncomfortably atop the horse, its steady clop against the dirt road doing little to ease his frustration. He squinted at the vast expanse of countryside stretching in every direction—rolling fields, sparse clusters of trees, and the occasional ruined farmhouse.

Damn him for this madness. The old man's insistence that Fenn be the one to deliver the letter made sense in theory,but who knew it would be such a drag?

"Why me? Why not someone who knows where they're going?" Fenn muttered, nudging the horse into a faster trot.

The horse snorted, and Fenn found himself glancing around nervously. He scanned the horizon for signs of the burnt villages the old man had mentioned, but nothing was on sight. Then, as he urged the horse forward again, a cold realization hit him like a punch to the gut.

He was lost.

Fenn pulled the reins, bringing the horse to a halt. He turned in every direction, his stomach twisting.