Nate_Quinn

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…

A Gunslinger’s System in a World of Magic

"Huh," Henry let out in a mix of confusion and surprise. He angled his neck around to catch sight of the creature that caught hold of him. It was a black bird and as far as he could tell, it was no bigger than the average raven and yet, it handled his weight so easily.

'Why did you help me?' Henry was just about to ask when he felt a worrying Aura from below and glanced at the Orc Priest. The chaotic Orb was done charging.

"Drop me!" Henry yelled at the bird that had a hold of him.

"Drop me now!" Henry yelled again. It wasn't that he wasn't grateful for the help. It was just his plan required him to be on the ground.

With the tone of the cry and the way he was jerked, Henry had a strong feeling the bird just called him an ingrate. But it did dip lower and dropped him.

"Ummph!" Henry let out as he fell on one knee with the bird calling him out with its cries that he could have sworn were all profanities.

Clearing A Path (3)