Shoguneagle

Beatified Revolver of Six-Shooter Suzy: The most infamous gunslinger since the broad disappearance of the Old Science, whether it was in the dusty streets at High Noon or behind a tavern just past dusk, Six-Shooter Suzy never lost a duel; her dead eye unyielding, her trigger finger ever ready… until her very last. A polished Smith and Wesson of indeterminate age, it is said to be blessed by the Spirits of the Smoke Wagons; legendary gunslingers from across the ages, invoking an epoch’s ago by gone era when that part of the world was relatively lawless and untamed. When wielded, the revolver’s aim remains true; its bullets fly faster and further, undeterred by wind, dust, rain, or even the subtle pull of the mechanics of greater mass. The Aces over Eights / “The Dead Man’s Hand”: Seemingly an ordinary, faded set of five playing cards, The Dead Man’s Hand is far from that. A pair of black aces and a pair of black eights with a small spot of dried blood on a queen of hearts, it was said

Chainsaw Man-at-Arms / “Lumberjack”: “I’m cuttin’ it down!” Petrol-powered and riddled with steel teeth, the saw is the new two-hander. It cuts through wood, leather, chain, scale, plate, flesh, and bone. It eats through the stout and the flexible alike. One of the staples maintained and reconstructed since much of the Old Science’s understandings departed the world, its wielders must be steady of foot and of constitution, be prudent when fuel is limited, and most important of all, must be strong. With all of these qualities possessed, a saw in the hands of a “lumberjack” can fell titans. Meat Medic: “Are you feeling faint? Don’t worry! It’s just your guts! Imma stitch ‘em back together!” The healers and tenders of yore were once discerning and cautious folk, preferring to mend and promote those in their care to rest and to mend. The world isn’t what it once was. Time is ever of the essence with lethality rife in every nook and cranny. Some cannot simply wait for its passage. Meat