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

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Aiding the effort

The army of 700 men marched in unison, their footfalls thudding against the hardened dirt as they approached the city of Megioduroli. Dust rose with every step, swirling in the cool morning air. At the head of the column, Alpheo rode alongside Lord Shahab, both of them silent as they neared the city walls. The banners of their combined forces fluttered behind them, their colors catching in the wind,as the city's gates remained closed.

The initial coldness which the lord held toward Alpheo had started to get warmer as the relationship betweent he two reached a point at least, where the old men did not groan every time he exchanged talks with the young man.

Ahead, stark against the landscape, were two banners planted firmly into the ground—black stags on a blood-red field. The sigil of lord Aidon's house with the head of it being the lord of Megioduroli, Lord Damaris.