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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 · Guerra
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347 Chs

Kill or be killed

As soon as the shadow crossed into his line of sight, Garvin thrust his dagger forward, his arm steady, the blade slicing through the narrow space between them. The man's eyes widened in shock as he caught sight of the glinting steel too late to react. The dagger plunged into his stomach with a sickening resistance, sinking deep.

The man let out a strangled scream, staggering back, his hands instinctively clutching at the handle still embedded in his gut. Blood seeped around his fingers as he stumbled, his face twisted in pain and horror. 

Garvin's heart raced as he took in the sight of his wounded pursuer, muttering a silent thanks to the gods that the man hadn't been wearing any armor. This would be his only chance. The man, a stocky figure with short brown hair, grimaced as his gaze locked onto Garvin, hatred burning in his narrowed eyes. Blood was soaking through his shirt, dripping from the wound Garvin's blade had left in his abdomen.