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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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303 Chs

Unwanted evening

Alpheo sat in the dimly lit chamber, the papyrus pages of an old manuscript resting delicately in his hands. His fingers traced the rough texture as he turned another page. The chair beneath him creaked softly as he leaned back, frowning at what he was reading.

how crude, he thought as he turned another one.

The door swung open, and Jasmine stepped into the room, her brow already furrowed in disapproval. "Why are you still not dressed?"

Alpheo glanced down at his simple tunic, then sighed heavily, closing the book with a soft thud. "I got... lost," he admitted, his voice trailing off as if the explanation was as much for himself as it was for her. His fingers tapped the closed papyrus for a moment before he stood up, moving languidly towards the wardrobe.

Jasmine watched him, arms crossed, her frown deepening. "You know we need to be there."