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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 · Adolescents et jeunes adultes
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The claw of an eagle(2)

Doria sat in a high-backed chair by the window, sipping a cup of cider. The cool liquid ran smoothly down his throat, its sharp sweetness a welcome contrast to the bitter taste left by the day's formalities. His eyes wandered over the view beyond the window—the manicured garden, the distant city walls, and the landscape beyond. 

He could understand now why Lord Keval Achea, had taken such interest in this remote corner of the world. He was not sure whether they would agree to give up their monopoly on the imperial market.

He knew that if this princedom was even a quarter as strong as the empire then they would have had no chance to even discuss such an arrangement, especially with all the turmoil in the empire.

Setting the cup down, Doria looked across the room to where Marcus stood, arms crossed in his usual manner. "So," Doria began, his voice calm yet probing, "do you have something for me?"