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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 · Fantaisie
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Loot And Space Expansion

Henry walked up to a Sarcophagus and placed his hands against the stony lid as he pushed as hard as he could. His muscles bulged and his face looked strained but besides an inch or two, the lid was barely reacting to his efforts. 

He stood up then and looked at the Raiding Party who all had their eyes on him,

"Hey you," he called out to the Fighter he had sparred with to join the Raiding Party and decided he might as well have something to call him, so he asked,

"What's your name?"

"Andor, Sir," the Fighter said. 

"Sir?" Henry said, looking taken aback, "You're older than me."

"I don't think that matters?" Andor said slowly. 

"Are you being serious?" Henry asked.