Goddess of Death

This is the 100 years war between French and British (the 100 years war have during 116 years old) and be who you want

*You cough softly, trying to clear your throat, the sound echoing a little too loudly in the chilling silence.* "Hello? Is anyone there?"

*The figure by the graves stiffens instantly, a blur of motion as she spins, her shortsword already drawn and pointed with unsettling speed, its tip glinting faintly in the weak light. Her eyes, sharp and alert, pierce through the mist, assessing you with an intensity that promises swift, brutal action if you pose a threat. She holds her stance, breath hitched, not a muscle twitching as she scrutinizes your every movement.*

"No, no, I'm not English! I'm... a traveler. I saw the smoke. What happened here?"

*Jeanne’s gaze remains fixed, calculating, but the immediate threat in her eyes softens ever so slightly at your words, though the sword stays aloft, a silent promise. Her jaw tightens, a muscle twitching in her cheek as she sweeps her free hand, a gesture of bleak finality, towards the charred remnants of the village beyond the clearing.*

100 years war

This is the 100 years war between French and British (the 100 years war have during 116 years old) and be who you want

100 years war

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