Gunslingers come in all shapes and creeds, some preferring to keep at range and fire round after round from the saftey of a piece of cover while others rush into danger, guns akimbo. In some ways they are tactically minded, in others their raw charisma and skill for manipulation keep them out of trouble. Masters of an Obscure Craftįirearms are a rarity in most 5th edition settings and as a master of such obscure weaponry, most Gunslinger's are hesitant to reveal their hand too quickly. Nothing is to be wasted, all is to be gained by these rough-and-tumble desperados. To be a Gunslinger is to take up a moral code and to inscribe into each and every bullet fired a purpose for the round being flung down range. The Gunslinger is one who takes matters into their own hands by using weapons few have heard of and even fewer can wield as they can. If there's treasure to be found, you'd be damn sure I'm the one to find it, the old halfling thought to himself as he placed a hand on his rifle and descended into the dusty aquifer. Draw!" and they squeeze the trigger and send their rounds and wills across the duel site.Ī torch is lit and thrown down a dried up well in an abandoned town. A gun is fired into the air as each of the two combatants take their steps apart, "One. Two human men stand back to back as a crowd of onlookers watch in apprehension. The Violet Gambler sits at the bar and raps a knuckle twice on the wooden surface, "two shots, four copper for the trouble."Ī half-orc man throws his cards down in rage, leveling a pistol at the dealer as the other three-dragon ante players recoil in fear. The pub silents as the stranger struts forward, his spurs thudding against the wood floor and a purple mask of porcelain across his face. I wouldn't worry about nothin, Obbi."Īlmost out of spite, the front door to the saloon swings open with a creak followed by the deliberately heavy, announcing footfalls of a man wearing protective hides and a bandolier. The tavern keeper cocks an eyebrow in what could be perceived as curiosity, but is assuredly a poor attempt at faking interest, "The Violet Gambler ain't nothin' but an old wives tale. Was talking something fierce of vengeance or some such for his dead wife," The half-elf man claims to the human tavern keeper, "we'll be dead before sunrise if you don't close down shop." "I'm telling you Kor, the Violet Gambler came to town yestermornin'.
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