The Lead Crown: Ch 5b, Convergence (Pt 2)
Essentially a frontier town, it had small bastions of growth and scientific progress but the vast majority of it was still quite rustic. it was divided into three distinct quarters, and each had a specific feel to it.
The Odyssey: Act I
These were vital for any city-state or frontier town, as their fragrance masked sapien scents from mammalians.
Land of Discord Chapter 9: Solitude's End
Never thought someone living in a frontier town could actually be working with a vile person. are you pretending to guard this place?" “isn't it obvious enough?
Counter Earth Chronicles Dual Realities Chapter 47: I Love My Sins They Are All I Know
Counter Earth Chronicles - Dual Realities **Chapter 47: I Love My Sins They Are All I Know** October 15th, YOE 35 12:34 PM Conquered Counter Earth (The lava and magna lake- formally World Three) "Well here it is World Three in all its splendor!"...
The Epic of Irgano Ayethy: Part I chapter 1
Only a few scattered frontier towns and warrens. many of them small and quiet. the fain gibo is just grass, grass, grass, flowers, grass, and maybe a creek or two and, if you find a creek!
A Happy Meeting
Then, as the dust cloud from the cavalry patrol settled back down, toran's attention was caught by something truly out of place in the frontier town.
Monster Hunted
Of all the frontier towns where hunters could make a living, this was one of the harder locations.
New Horse In Town: Bound For Colorado
And potential employment in a 'frontier' town out west: basic blacksmithing tools, carpenter's gear, bedding, extra clothes.
The Wolf Who Stole My Shoes
It's a pain to drag half the workshop to the street, but being a frontier town, we get a steady supply of travellers craving a sturdy pair for the road. i hate making shoes.
"The Thin Line," Part AA
"odd for a frontier town, isn't it?" one of the privates wiped his muzzle on the sleeve of his tunic.
PMD: Wildfire - Chapter 2
The sun was rising higher in the clear sky, bathing the small frontier town in its warm light. cyril closed his eyes and slowly breathed in and out. as he relaxed, an idea occurred to him. opening his eyes, cyril turned to face lance.
I'm Sorry Jack
Set in mid-nineteenth century in a small, frontier town. funny how it's not the cold that breaks you. it's not the wind that freezes ice into your fur or the thousand miles of unforged trail that wears you down.