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A Gunslinger’s System in a World of Magic

A reputation as ‘The Most Feared Gunslinger In the West’, and the Law hot on his heels, Henry Morgan had lived a full life. So when it all ended with a gunshot to the back of his head, he was quite ready. He embraced death… He embraced his end. Except it wasn’t the end… Some mysterious [Powerful Forces that be] wrenched him out of the world he knew and deposited him into the body of a version of himself in a Parallel world. A world where something as ‘impossible’ as Magic apparently exists. These [Powerful Forces that be] went a step further by granting Henry a System and issuing him strange prompts and Quests that send him down a road of Adventure and bloodshed all so he can etch his name in history and show this world and its many ‘wonders’ just how deadly a Gunslinger can be…

Nate_Quinn · Fantasie
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The Slave Caravan (2)

*BANG!!!*

All sounds that the gang of three yelled out as the blast sent them flying with their shields barely capable of staving off the impact of the attack, were drowned out by the sound of rushing water that was followed by louder sounds of rocks shattering and slamming all over. 

Henry's shield held against the large rocks that smashed against it but it didn't root him to the ground so he was forced back many feet away still encased in the blue oval. 

The horses reared on their hind legs and let out sounds of distress. They looked quite ready to bolt with all the debris flying at them as well as the powerful sound of water-blast impact. 

"Stay!" Henry ordered them before they could get away. They let out a few snorts and scratched at the ground uneasily but they remained in place. 

"Ugh," Andor groaned. His shield had held but its protection had not been wide enough to stop him from getting struck by rocks.