Skylands: the Scorpion Spear, Part One - “Saeldrin”, Chapter One: The Hunters
The dagdarra fell to sword and, later, flintlock and powder. the enlightenment of the eight wolven gods and their celestial court came to hold sway at the edge of the tundra. temples were raised; commerce: founded.
None So Vile 08: We The People
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Crocs of the Leather Stick Together 8 - Gutted Galleon
The rigger managed to keep his footing and leapt towards another crate, bringing out a small flintlock pistol from his belt and firing steadily towards james, who tried to dodge and leap to another crate, but instead landed upon an unsecured platform
Let Them Have Cake
The two guards rounded a corner, and sure enough, a large brown bear with a pikestaff and a holstered flintlock, and a black and white skunk with a long musket on his back came down the street at a noisy saunter.
Scepters
I turned, roughly tugging the flintlock from one of the nearest rebels before he could stop me. not that it would've mattered: the gun was unloaded. i gripped it by the barrel and stock, slamming it against the side of my iron armor.
Across the Rift 11
He ignited the weapon with what appeared to be a clumsy flintlock design. it was clear that these were prototypes, as the weapon exploded in his hands when he attempted to fire.
None So Vile 14: Beyond the Barricades
He glanced back to the door, and saw jules standing there with a flintlock pistol raised in one paw, staring them both down. “that's my brother. the rightful heir to the throne." “there is no throne anymore, jules," leon snapped back.
The Black Snake Jewel
He wore a one-piece tunic of rough green wool confined by a broad black leather belt into which were tucked two flintlock pistols. the scent was canine and male but he was unsure of the clan or species. "this is my partner kip."
Mer-Made Differently
The front door opened with a loud thud as half a dozen sailors staggered in, most equipped with cutlasses and flintlock pistols. judging by their staggering gaits and drawn expressions, the tavern wasn’t their first stop of the night.
Reward
Chrispin took note for the first time of the cutlass and flintlock that were strapped to the wolfess' belt. and then there was the ivory bone dagger she gripped in her paw.
My Sword, My Clan 16 - His Dance of Death
He showed off his flintlock pistol, sturdy enough to concuss a child by its sheer weight alone before he holstered it neatly, the raptor imagining it to be similar to a desert eagle in terms of power.
The Inner Animal
Levitating the flintlock pistol so she could take a sip, she lifted the cup to her mouth and took a drink of the hot liquid. she snapped her open hand and the pistol dropped from levitating and into her left hand. i looked at her with a stunned look.