RWBY: Tales of the Mistralian Coast
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  • Reads 229
  • Votes 6
  • Parts 5
  • Time 1h 17m
Ongoing, First published Nov 22, 2023
Mature
In the Age of Exploration, many from wondrous plains of Vale to the decaying spires of Vacuo, Human and Faunus continued to sail the world in hopes of glory, faith and many things that all have sought and waged war upon. 
And through magic and flintlock, the world was explored, uncovering ancient lore that isn't buried deep within vile depths of the jungle, the clutches of the undead and old golems seeking out their final duties.

Follow the tale of Benjamin Woods, a Treasure Hunter seeking out his slice of glory, as he finds himself pinned against an array of threats...all the while a sleeping figure begins to stir...Find out soon!

Hey guys, Helix here, been talking with Tempest on this story idea, I liked it, we hashed out the story and he gave me the greenlight to publish it for you guys, so let's get to it!
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