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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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Departing for war

Alpheo strode through the gates of the city, the rough cobblestones under his boots giving way to the dusty expanse of the training yard just outside the walls. The clang of steel and the grunts of men filled the air, as soldiers drilled relentlessly under the midday sun. His eyes scanned the field, lingering on the formations of infantry and mounted men. At the far end, Alpheo spotted Jarza, overseeing a group of officers instructing the recruits.

Jarza stood with his arms crossed, his expression stern as he observed the men clumsily trying to mimic the precise movements of the more seasoned fighters. As Alpheo approached, Jarza shifted his stance slightly but didn't look up until Alpheo was beside him.

"How do things look?" Alpheo asked, his tone low but curious, eyeing the chaos of the yard as weapons swung in poorly coordinated arcs.