Blackfoot - Pathfinder Custom Race
Self-taught 2 | trained 3 | | 20 years | +1d6 years (21-26 years) | +2d6 years (22-32 years) | +3d6 years (23-38 years) | 1: this category includes barbarians, oracles, rogues, and sorcerers. 2: this category includes bards, cavaliers, fighters, gunslingers
Black Meridian 12: Mystic Horizon
He'd read a story book about a time travelling gunslinger when he was younger, a hero that hopped dimensions, constantly on a quest to save a tower at the centre of reality. chuckling, dopesmoker shook his head. "no, i'm afraid not."
Going Up, Going Down
The pachyderm fucked her in that hard, all-american kind of way, letting his balls swing between his gunslinger-stanced legs.
Employment with Enchantment 3
Adaris asked, flicking the bottle around with his tail the way that a gunslinger would have done with a revolver. “no! no, no, no, i’m good, i’m good,” yana insisted. “good. we want you to be well-behaved for the master, don’t we?”
The Games of Gex: Part 1 - Scales
But gex kept the remote in the same way a gunslinger kept the pistol from his dead father. a grim keepsake, with an unusual fondness for the personal history that resonated within it.
Gifts
They stared at each other like a pair of gunslingers in an old spaghetti western movie. wolf was the first to speak. "i'm not talking to fox again until you tell me why i should spare the time for it."
Prey (teaser) - Pulp Anthology
A real gunslinger in our peaceful town. looks like he's got some meat on dem bones too!" the spotted hyena chuckled to himself. the badger sneered at the heckler. "i ain't got time fer your jokes boy. where's the sheriff?"
Larger than Life
Even with help from some of the town's police and expert gunslingers, there rarely was a decent amount for him. his home consisted of a giant mattress laid underneath a grid of corrugated iron, which was supported by thin, rusting pillars.
Not your Typical Western.
He cursed his inability to fend for himself in this particular situation, plus he really had had no change to test his gunslinger skills yet. "gold, eh?
Dirty Cop, Clean Slate
His paws were hung near his hips like a gunslinger's, ready to meet ms. fortune's challenge. fortunately, he didn't have to do anything. the glasses did the work for him. his aviators reflected ms. fortune's eyes right back at her.
A Little Something More.
Her midsection had a thin gunslinger-style belt wrapped low on her hips, the twin holster straps (sans holsters) draping over her thighs.
Pathfinder Ch 6
"a gunslinger who's too plastered to hit her targets is just sad." "that a challenge?" ryoko pulled a pistol from the holster on her hip, spinning the weapon theatrically. "any time, sugar," said sora, reaching for his bow.