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?"
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*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...阅读更多