Shadow of the throne
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After a failed rebellion most of the people of Midguard had given up on freedom. But after twenty years, three brothers are ready to finally create a place they can all call home within the rule of the empire of earth. But with the discovery of the long lost heir of their fallen leader, their plan changes and they decide to break free and forge their own domain. But first they most contend with brutal wars, old hatreds, fanatics and an age old curse buried within their blood.
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