Class: Freeshooter
Guns are loud, slow, messy, leave smoke everywhere, best used with a bunch of guys in a line or up close so you don't miss. Everyone knows that. Marksmen are freaks, obsessives. The kind of man who can reliably nail a man with a wheellock from an appreciable range has honed his craft for years, decades even. You are not one of those masters, but you wish you were. There is a kind of romance to the gun. A raw lethality that bows and crossbows cannot match, combined with an ease of use, in the basics at least, which requires little skill to hone, to say nothing of the fact that it dispenses death from afar, where all those fearsome blades and pikes can't reach you. But oh, if only there was a way to match the true sharpshooters without putting in all that practice. This attracts certain kinds of spirits which are happy to help you enact your murderous desires. After all, guiding a bit of lead is a trivial matter, but can be just so rewarding. Those who are practitioner...