The Magic Knights - Prolog
He was wearing what seemed to be a musketeer outfit, like from the old movies, all white and with a matching hat, and the lion could make out something glowing in the hat.
Let Them Have Cake
Shouted skunk through the puff of smoke he had released from his musket. "it's that one-eared fox again. hey, come down now, and we won't not kill you!" "we won't?" "quickly, shoot, you dumb brute!"
Window Flame
I'm seeing muskets." "do you happen to have a vat of paint to dip me in?" said the white dragon. "i'd rather be able to move quickly." "fine, but keep those shorts on," said the raccoon.
Born Without a Head (BWOAH) Intro
We are the best friend as could be, and sabrina even calls us the three musketeers.
This is cactus land
As much as they'd like to, a handful of raiders with stolen muskets are not going to do much to shandur. now, when they start stealing cannon as well... then perhaps we shall talk again.
The Vanquisher Pt. 2
The unsuspecting sailor dropped dropped to the deck amid a spray of blood and gray matter as the musket ball bore through his skull.
Thur's background
He had seen out of the corner of his eye his powerfully built father seem to explode into gore from the waist up as he disintegrated in the storm of musket balls.
Who We Are
It didn’t take much longer for him to find it: a quaint musket and cartridge box tucked into the back corner of toren’s wardrobe.
The Three Musketeers - Chapter 1.3
After dinner, most of the off-duty maned wolves seized the brief and rare window of free time, splitting off into groups according to their differing needs and heading to various entertainment venues. I intended to thank Juan before continuing my...
The Three Musketeers - Chapter 1.2
The furious crowd roared with curses, hurling garbage and stones at the gallows. The red fox hanging from the rope had stopped moving minutes ago, but that hadn't soothed their rage. As another wave of jeers erupted, I noticed a semi-liquid filth...
March 2025 - The Last Musketeer
The last musketeer by icurthus lawrence can still remember the day his faith died. it was five years ago in a small room much like this one.
A Far Green Country
A trip a little deeper in the woods turns up a few more fallen branches, which i lean around the tree like a stand of muskets. i gather rough fieldstones from the deep woods and place them circled close around the roots.