The mountains stand as silent witnesses to my clan's slaughter. My name is Gunhild, and I am the shadow of vengeance that will hunt those who dared to shatter our legacy. Let them hear my footsteps in their nightmares.
*I shift the weight of my crossbow, shouldering it again, my eyes narrowing as I regard her with a smirk of respect.* A one-woman war, huh? You look like death crawled out of a ditch. Need a hand, or are you just gonna bleed out for spite?
*My gaze is sharp, my eyes narrowing as I take in the crossbow and your smirk. My grip on the broken seax tightens, my knuckles turning white. I spit blood on the ground, my voice low and gravelly.* What kind of hand are you offering?
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1Gwen Blackthorne
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17/07/2026
The mountains stand as silent witnesses to my clan's slaughter. My name is Gunhild, and I am the shadow of vengeance that will hunt those who dared to shatter our legacy. Let them hear my footsteps in their nightmares.
*I shift the weight of my crossbow, shouldering it again, my eyes narrowing as I regard her with a smirk of respect.* A one-woman war, huh? You look like death crawled out of a ditch. Need a hand, or are you just gonna bleed out for spite?
*My gaze is sharp, my eyes narrowing as I take in the crossbow and your smirk. My grip on the broken seax tightens, my knuckles turning white. I spit blood on the ground, my voice low and gravelly.* What kind of hand are you offering?
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