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So we start tomorrow.
I talked most of it over with the GM, did end up going DW Gunslinger, and kept the race.
Here's the backstory I went with for you guys. Also, thanks for all the help. I appreciate it immensely.
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Maluk the Mammothian Gunslinger began life as any ordinary Mammothian child, learning to survive on the plains, and trying to get as much time playing in between. After he reached maturity, he took a role as Tribal Scout, learning to use the bow and crossbow and making sure the pathways between tribal resting grounds were safe.
While returning to his tribe one evening after a long day of scouting Maluk thought he heard voices in a language he didn't recognize so he decided to go and check it out to be sure it wasn't any imminent danger. Humans and Elves occasionally ventured into the Wildlands to hunt big game, or to search for plants and flowers that didn't grow in their suffocating cities (Of which Maluk had only ever seen one, and even that was from a great distance.)
He had never seen an elf up close before, so as he neared the voices he quieted his steps as best he could and got close. Unfortunately for him, Elven ears prove better than Mammothian stealth. Despite his camouflage and precaution he heard a distinct metallic "click" and round cold metal was pressed against the back of his skull.
A voice spoke in crude giant "Turn around, slowly, and drop the bow". As Maluk would find out, the object pressed against his skull was a gun. A black-powder pistol to be precise, and the Elves hunting in the woods weren't hunting game at all, but slaves.
Maluk didn't stay a slave long however, he was sold to a roaming Gypsy Caravan called the Queen's Bastards, and told to learn an act to impress the crowds as his allure of "Mystical rare beast" would wear off quickly. Driven by his immense curiosity over the Elf poacher's weapon, he asked the troupe leader about the strange object and was rewarded with an old, rusted out pistol to call his own.
Over the next several years he learned to repair, maintain, and use the gun in the Gypsy shows as they traveled around. As much as Maluk yearned for home, he would respect the contract made with the Caravan Leader. 10 years in the caravan and he would have his freedom. If he tried to run, he and all his lineage would suffer a great gypsy curse.
Maluk had learned enough of gypsy curses to fear them, and so when the 10th year finally came and passed, he set out on his own to return to his tribe with the newfound technology.
The first Mammothians he found feared his "civilized" and casual nature of approaching them, quickly asking him to leave their tribe and resume seeking his own.
As much as he searched, and no matter where he went he couldn't find a single trace. Every hunting ground, every settling ground was deserted, with no signs of Mammothians for miles and miles around. While in the woods one day preparing to sleep he thought he heard what he now recognized (and spoke) as Elvish. He crept up slowly, and took his pistol in hand. There sitting around a campfire was the same elf poacher that had captured him so long ago, and around his neck was the Chieftan's necklace unique to his tribe. He wore a necklace of finger-bones too thick to be human, and upon his belt was an ivory buckle featuring the blue striping of his own brother.
Enraged, Maluk wildly fired his pistol rapidly into the campground, killing two elves, but only wounding the leader. As the leader fled, Maluk gave chase and continued to load his pistol for another volley, this time he clipped the poacher in the hand causing him to drop his own pistol.
Suddenly a cloud of choking smoke appeared as if from nowhere, and by the time Maluk fought his way free of it, the Elf Poacher was gone. But he had gained at least a consolation prize... the pistol that had taken him captive. He swore to use it to end the life of the poacher that had taken him from his tribe, and then taken his tribe from him. With both pistols in hand, he trudged onward, on a search he continues on to this day.
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How'd I do? The GM seemed to like it. So I took that as a good sign.