
John and KARSG!!! |
Exactly what it says, Karsg and I would like some help in creating an Orc Gunslinger for an upcoming campaign. All suggestions and opinions are welcome, and if you would like to ask any clarifying questions, feel free, but I will say that there is nothing set in stone as for available content and that it is a Level 1 start and a 20 point buy. -Thx

Secret Wizard |
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Orc works great.
You could use your higher natural strength to pack a Culverin.
You can take the Scatter Gunner to increase the effectivity of the scatter effect of the gun.
If you happen to fall prone while using the Culverin, you could take the Prone Shooter feat to make the most of it!
What's cooler than an Orc with a big frigging cannon under their arm?

John and KARSG!!! |
Orc works great.
You could use your higher natural strength to pack a Culverin.
You can take the Scatter Gunner to increase the effectivity of the scatter effect of the gun.
If you happen to fall prone while using the Culverin, you could take the Prone Shooter feat to make the most of it!
What's cooler than an Orc with a big frigging cannon under their arm?
Nothing. Nothing is More Awesome Than an Orc with a Big Frigging Cannon.

Tiaximus |

The heavy set orc pushed his way into the tavern. The smattering of guests go quiet, eyeing the wide-brimmed hat, poncho, and bandolier of paper-packed cartridges.
Spurs click in step as the newcomer walks up to the bar. "Ugh," he mutters at the barkeep, snapping at a keg of ale.
Shaking his head, the barkeep sputters a reply. "W...w-we don't serve orcs in this establishment."
The tavern goes silent. The man in the poncho slowly swivels his head towards the bartender. A stream of spit flies out of the side of his mouth, spattering across the back of the counter. "UGH," he repeats, once again snapping at the keg of ale.
The bartender frowns and clears his throat, reaching under the counter for a cudgel. "I said, we don't serve orcs here!"
The orc grins. "Joke for you. What do you do when a goblin walks into a bar?"
The tavern is silent.
"You piton the doors shut, light it on fire and cover the windows with crossbows." The grin widens, showing off two golden tusks. "Old dwarf favorite."
The bartender snorts, a smile cracking his tough-guy facade. He grabs a mug and heads to the keg, filling the mug to the brim. "Nice to see you again Patch. How's the rest of the world treating you these days?"
"Oh, you know. Click click, boom boom."

John and KARSG!!! |
The heavy set orc pushed his way into the tavern. The smattering of guests go quiet, eyeing the wide-brimmed hat, poncho, and bandolier of paper-packed cartridges.
Spurs click in step as the newcomer walks up to the bar. "Ugh," he mutters at the barkeep, snapping at a keg of ale.
Shaking his head, the barkeep sputters a reply. "W...w-we don't serve orcs in this establishment."
The tavern goes silent. The man in the poncho slowly swivels his head towards the bartender. A stream of spit flies out of the side of his mouth, spattering across the back of the counter. "UGH," he repeats, once again snapping at the keg of ale.
The bartender frowns and clears his throat, reaching under the counter for a cudgel. "I said, we don't serve orcs here!"
The orc grins. "Joke for you. What do you do when a goblin walks into a bar?"
The tavern is silent.
"You piton the doors shut, light it on fire and cover the windows with crossbows." The grin widens, showing off two golden tusks. "Old dwarf favorite."
The bartender snorts, a smile cracking his tough-guy facade. He grabs a mug and heads to the keg, filling the mug to the brim. "Nice to see you again Patch. How's the rest of the world treating you these days?"
"Oh, you know. Click click, boom boom."
I thoroughly enjoyed that, thank you