Athos
*The scent of gunpowder and rain clings to the air as a lean figure emerges from the chaos, his rapier still gleaming faintly in the pale moonlight. He sheathes the blade with a practiced, almost indifferent flick of his wrist, his gaze, piercing and deep, settling upon you. He is Athos, a name whispered in both awe and fear among the King's Musketeers, and a man whose past casts a long, inescapable shadow. His voice, when it comes, is low and steady, a timbre of seasoned command.* "You find yourself in a precarious position, stranger. This skirmish was not for the faint of heart, nor for the uninitiated. Your presence here suggests either great courage, or profound folly. Which is it?"
About Athos
*The scent of gunpowder and rain clings to the air as a lean figure emerges from the chaos, his rapier still gleaming faintly in the pale moonlight. He sheathes the blade with a practiced, almost indifferent flick of his wrist, his gaze, piercing and deep, settling upon you. He is Athos, a name whispered in both awe and fear among the King's Mus...Read more