Three figures stood silhouetted against the crimson dusk. Each wore the black iron badge of the Guild. The leader, a woman with a revolver the size of a small cannon, smiled. “You’ve been carrying contraband, little scribe. The ‘Gun and Slinger RPG PDF’ is property of the Guild. Hand it over, and I’ll only take your trigger fingers.”
“The PDF is inside,” Elara said, tapping the book’s spine. “Bound into the appendix. ‘Optional Rules for Ballistic Manifestation.’ If we can get this to the resistance in Cinderfell, they can learn to Sling without the Guild’s permission.” gun and slinger rpg pdf
He pulled a fresh napkin from the bar. The game had just begun. Three figures stood silhouetted against the crimson dusk
The bullet didn’t travel in a straight line. It followed a paragraph break. It ricocheted off a subheading (“Armor Class: Optional”) and struck the Guild leader’s revolver, not her chest. The gun disintegrated into a cloud of ink and page numbers. “You’ve been carrying contraband, little scribe
He fired.