The Lead Crown: Epilogue, Part 4
"wyra invaded and met the combined force of lehsunia's army along with templars from the church, musketeers from the university, eight tribes worth of warriors... and some kind of flying galleon belching fireballs from the sky... or so the stories go
Of Flame and Frost: Prologue
The firearm was similar to a musket. however, instead of a bayonet, there was blade running from trigger to tip and a few inches beyond. his russet eyes met with nothing. there was no scenery, a thick and chilling mist had descended upon the area.
Recycled Rat Story, became Tribes
Clasping their muskets tighter than before they stare at the red rocks and the sunburnt sands, hoping to see whatever it was that johan saw. 11.
Fighting for Strangers Chapter 1
From the looks of his wounds, he'd just been hit by musket fire, but the balls had passed through flesh rather than hitting bone. he'd need time to recover, but barring gangrene, he'd keep the limbs. after that, things were a bit of a blur.
Explanations, At Least!
Kion nodded, and he looked at the wolf, and he said, "and what about the musketeer outfit?" kion was really curious about that, and the wolf actually laughed rather heartedly over that.
The Spiritual Age Chapter one: Painful Starts.
Every soldier held a musket firmly leaning against their shoulder, sharpened bayonets glinting in the sunlight. every army looked to be organized in a near perfect square.
The Wolf Who Stole My Shoes
I caught a glint of a musket out of the corner of my eye as one marched down the street, but when i looked up to check, there was not a soul in that direction. only the ominous void of the forest. as i made haste, i noticed something else was amiss.
+ Out of Water - Extra Material +
Back then, when they'd fought their way past the human kept borderline, when they'd faced the onslaught of the humans "fire sticks" that were muskets and cannons, there had been a hundred of the feared raiders whose numbers had been whittled down to about
Hoist The Colors
Some went to the cannons, but most took out their blunderbusses and muskets and began firing. the serpent screamed and hissed, a horrible world-shattering sound and dove back down.
None So Vile 12: Roar of the Crowd
muskets fired distantly, followed by more lightning. there was nothing natural about it. his recon squads were dead. lazare was a living weapon, and he wouldn't be caught out so easily. how do i get you?
Ain't no War Without Blood
We already had rifles, a fancy 5 round one from new york, and a classic musket from carolina. daddy said we were going to arrive on base with our neighbors next wednesday.
None So Vile 17: Another Angel
The thudding of artillery, the repetitive volleys of muskets. the battle has already begun, if these men were killed to further an end that chance has passed. “wake," alabaster insisted.