Joyeuse
A stolen blade from a lost time. Gold of kings and blood of enemies. The lips of the finest press upon its blade, not knowing yet that it will be their downfall.
What beauty in such a deadly thing or is it beauty in death itself that makes it so attractive. To hold such power. Many have risen and fallen in its name but only one has it now.
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