Napoleonic Dread French Native Scout

Yaree raised her musket and aimed at the back of the monster just as it was about to lunge at the crazy frenchman with the sabre. She had forgotten his name, but in her experience the soldiers of the unit tended to die too quickly anyway, it just wasn't worth trying to remember these strange names in their foreign tongue. Her French was bare-bones at best, but gestures where usually enough to fulfill the role that they had hired her for: tracking all sorts of monstrisities. It was dangerous and…

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