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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 · Militar
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251 Chs

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Marthio's army stood in formation, a determined line braced against the chill air and the weight of the battle soon to come. On the left flank, Orwan Kantazoukenes, the current Pater Autoritas of the same house responsible for the events that led to the civil war that saw the battle of the shifting sand happen , led his division. At his left was the lake, which made it much easier to create a deep-rank formation without the fear of being flanked.

In the center stood the forces led by Thyris Veritita, the proud son of Lisidor Veritita, which was one amongst the great houses of the south that helped in raising this army. Thyris, a man of youthful but fierce resolve, held his soldiers in tightly packed ranks, their formation designed for defence. Clad in reinforced mail and helms that glinted under the sparse sunlight, his soldiers gripped their spears and shields , ready to face whatever Mavius' forces would bring.