[Other FULL] Gunpowder (M) (OOC)

[Iceshadow3317]

Alright here is my SU, sorry if the customs are a little overpowered, I think I balanced them out though. Let me know if it needs some work. This is my first non pokemon Rp.



Name: Dalex Surand
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Status: Bounty Hunter

Personality:
Dalex is usually very jolly and has fun with everything, even bounty hunting. He likes to gamble which has got him in trouble in the past. He loves to poke fun at people, mainly those who take things a little to seriously. But he knows when he has gone to far, apologizing quickly. He loves using range to his advantage with his rifle, but he also loves all guns, sometimes wanting to customize them. He likes to hunt and sell things for money as well as track down people with bounty on there heads. He loves to use his father's hat which is a black cowboy hat with an eagle's feather attached. He also loves to use his fathers revolver that they worked on together to build for quicker loading.

He has a sad past, but also it opened up a whole new world to him. One night, an outlaw came into his home. The outlaw came and and shot both of his parents, killing them. As the man left, Dalex grabbed his father's favorite gun and challenged the man to a duel. The man laughed and accepted. The next day they met and Dalex won the duel. As the man died, Dalex shot to man five more times, not caring that he had been killed in the first shot. Not knowing the man had a bounty, he was shocked when the sheriff of the town rewarded a large amount of money to him. Dalex vowed then to become a Bounty Hunter.

Currently he is the boyfriend of Evian Tannahill.

Appearance:

Spoiler:

Minus the glowing eyes. Eye color is hazel.

Element: Fire

Weaponry: Pair of Survival Knives, Lever Action Hunting Rifle, .45 Caliber SSA (6-shot) custom with top break for quick reloading.

3 Stock Spells:
Elemental Shield – Fire
Elemental Burst – Fire
Summon Weak Familiar

2 Custom Spells:
Rain of Fire: Shots a ball of fire into the air, which explodes and causes a rain of fire to rain down on an area of about 100 feet from where the ball exploded in the air. (Similar to Draco Meteor in pokemon)

Solar Camo: Using the power of fire, Dalex uses it to draw in solar energy from the sun. During the day it can be used as a camo that will last up to 3 minutes, but must wait 3 hours before bing able to use it again. During the night, it has no effect.


Roleplay Sample:

Spoiler:

Post from Pokemon Trainer Academy.
https://www.pokecommunity.com/posts/8375980/

 

[gimmepie]

Alright here is my SU, sorry if the customs are a little overpowered, I think I balanced them out though. Let me know if it needs some work. This is my first non pokemon Rp.



Name: Dalex Surand
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Status: Bounty Hunter

Personality:
Dalex is usually very jolly and has fun with everything, even bounty hunting. He likes to gamble which has got him in trouble in the past. He loves to poke fun at people, mainly those who take things a little to seriously. But he knows when he has gone to far, apologizing quickly. He loves using range to his advantage with his rifle, but he also loves all guns, sometimes wanting to customize them. He likes to hunt and sell things for money as well as track down people with bounty on there heads. He loves to use his father's hat which is a black cowboy hat with an eagle's feather attached. He also loves to use his fathers revolver that they worked on together to build for quicker loading.

He has a sad past, but also it opened up a whole new world to him. One night, an outlaw came into his home. The outlaw came and and shot both of his parents, killing them. As the man left, Dalex grabbed his father's favorite gun and challenged the man to a duel. The man laughed and accepted. The next day they met and Dalex won the duel. As the man died, Dalex shot to man five more times, not caring that he had been killed in the first shot. Not knowing the man had a bounty, he was shocked when the sheriff of the town rewarded a large amount of money to him. Dalex vowed then to become a Bounty Hunter.

Currently he is the boyfriend of Evian Tannahill.

Appearance:

Spoiler:

Minus the glowing eyes. Eye color is hazel.

Element: Fire

Weaponry: Pair of Survival Knives, Lever Action Hunting Rifle, .45 Caliber SSA (6-shot) custom with top break for quick reloading.

3 Stock Spells:
Elemental Shield – Fire
Elemental Burst – Fire
Summon Weak Familiar

2 Custom Spells:
Rain of Fire: Shots a ball of fire into the air, which explodes and causes a rain of fire to rain down on an area of about 100 feet from where the ball exploded in the air. (Similar to Draco Meteor in pokemon)

Solar Camo: Using the power of fire, Dalex uses it to draw in solar energy from the sun. During the day it can be used as a camo that will last up to 3 minutes, but must wait 3 hours before bing able to use it again. During the night, it has no effect.


Roleplay Sample:

Spoiler:

Post from Pokemon Trainer Academy.
https://www.pokecommunity.com/posts/8375980/

Welcome aboard :)

 

[Iceshadow3317]

Thank you. I will try to get a post up soon.

 

[gimmepie]

Update

In recent month a criminal we currently know only as "Anima" has been extremely active. What his motivations are at this stage are uncertain, however we know that he is extremely violent and dangerous. Anima has recently been involved in the theft and killing of horses as well the murders of children. Due to the horrific nature of these crimes, his bounty has increased to $950. Recent sightings suggest he ma now be working with an accomplice.

In even more shocking news, a smalltime outlaw who was unknown to most until an attack on a Fairbell family has shocked us all. The church in Fairbell was attacked by "Sister" Tess of the Big Bads. What exactly transpired during the attack is not completely clear, but according to witness testimony and simple logic it appears as though Emmett Holliday, formerly known only for small petty crimes, has killed Tess during the tragic event in which several innocent churchgoers also met their end. During his getaway Holliday kidnapped a child who was closely affiliated with the church. Holliday was also seen in conjunction with Rex Flinders, a notable outlaw that consistently evades capture, during the events surrounding the Larkin shootout recently. Holliday is now believed to represent a very real threat to the safety of those is the Great Chasm and as a result his bounty has been increased to $2000.

 

[Shak]

:/ I guess blowing up half a town isn't enough to get you into a GM post these days.
Bernie and Co really need to step up their game

 

[gimmepie]

:/ I guess blowing up half a town isn't enough to get you into a GM post these days.
Bernie and Co really need to step up their game

Did you miss the bit where I toned down your assumed damage... now you've done damage to the exterior, maybe killed a few but that's it. Besides there was no need to mention it since Achilles is a bounty hunter and doesn't get a bonus for the event and Bernie is dead.

 

[Ice1]

https://gunpowder.wikia.com/wiki/Gunpowder_Wikia

It's still heavily under construction, but the templates for both Bounty Hunters and Outlaws are up, meaning you can really easily make a page for your character. When making a new page, just type in one word and submit it, and only copy the template in the edit menu, which can be found under the 'Contribute' button. There is a button called source mode, making it very easy to edit everything.

 

[gimmepie]

https://gunpowder.wikia.com/wiki/Gunpowder_Wikia

It's still heavily under construction, but the templates for both Bounty Hunters and Outlaws are up, meaning you can really easily make a page for your character. When making a new page, just type in one word and submit it, and only copy the template in the edit menu, which can be found under the 'Contribute' button. There is a button called source mode, making it very easy to edit everything.

Thanks for the awesome work MI!

 

[Junier]

Er, am I expected to do something more with Priscilla? It's been a while since I last posted. She's still in search of the agency, so I don't know what else to accomplish yet until it's pointed out to her.

 

[Ice1]

Er, am I expected to do something more with Priscilla? It's been a while since I last posted. She's still in search of the agency, so I don't know what else to accomplish yet until it's pointed out to her.

You're supposed to pick an outlaw from the list and go hunt him. Gunpowder is semi sandbox, so you have a lot of freedom.

 

[Junier]

You're supposed to pick an outlaw from the list and go hunt him. Gunpowder is semi sandbox, so you have a lot of freedom.

Well that would be difficult for Priscilla to do, considering she's still searching for the agency itself. Perhaps I started at a bad place?

 

[gimmepie]

Er, am I expected to do something more with Priscilla? It's been a while since I last posted. She's still in search of the agency, so I don't know what else to accomplish yet until it's pointed out to her.

You're supposed to pick an outlaw from the list and go hunt him. Gunpowder is semi sandbox, so you have a lot of freedom.

Just let it be noted that I need to update the list.

 

[Retro Bug]

Lillian Du Bois
"I'm as red as rubies, darling."

Twenty-two years old ;
Outlaw Earth Sorceress ​

So, you want to know about me?

The Great Lillian... to be.

I'm a criminal.
It's what I do best.

Theft. Seduction.
Good ole trickery.

Flirt a little...
Show a little skin...
They're gold coins in your pocket after that.

I'm evasive, elusive, and downright exciting. Do I have flaws? No... Okay, so what if I get caught every once and awhile, what matters is I always get away. I've only had to replace this goddamn spellbook twice...

Speaking of spells, there are five I consider the most useful. The Hex of Pain when you're in a tight spot or right before you nab their money. My Earth Shield is a great barrier when things take a turn from calm to chaotic. When I Summon Weak Familiars they make for great distractions allowing for a speedy getaway.

There are two spells I possess you might have heard of due to my infamous nature. Growing up near the mines in Silverston you learn a few things about gems. Their beauty, durability, and the price when dealing with them. My Jeweled Armor allows me to coat myself in layer of the most precious jewels provided I have one handy otherwise it works with earth. It's good at lessen the blows of attacks. There's also my Jeweled Sword & Shield, which only works provided that I have my Jeweled Armor spell up. It allows me to manipulate the gemstone substance/earth on my arms into a large either a sword or a shield, haven't yet worked out how to make both happen at once. It works best fending off opponents that get too close.

Roleplay Sample | Photo Credit

 

[gimmepie]

Lillian Du Bois
"I'm as red as rubies, darling."

Twenty-two years old ;
Outlaw Earth Sorceress ​

So, you want to know about me?

The Great Lillian... to be.

I'm a criminal.
It's what I do best.

Theft. Seduction.
Good ole trickery.

Flirt a little...
Show a little skin...
They're gold coins in your pocket after that.

I'm evasive, elusive, and downright exciting. Do I have flaws? No... Okay, so what if I get caught every once and awhile, what matters is I always get away. I've only had to replace this goddamn spellbook twice...

Speaking of spells, there are five I consider the most useful. The Hex of Pain when you're in a tight spot or right before you nab their money. My Earth Shield is a great barrier when things take a turn from calm to chaotic. When I Summon Weak Familiars they make for great distractions allowing for a speedy getaway.

There are two spells I possess you might have heard of due to my infamous nature. Growing up near the mines in Silverston you learn a few things about gems. Their beauty, durability, and the price when dealing with them. My Jeweled Armor allows me to coat myself in layer of the most precious jewels provided I have one handy otherwise it works with earth. It's good at lessen the blows of attacks. There's also my Jeweled Sword & Shield, which only works provided that I have my Jeweled Armor spell up. It allows me to manipulate the gemstone substance/earth on my arms into a large either a sword or a shield, haven't yet worked out how to make both happen at once. It works best fending off opponents that get too close.

Roleplay Sample | Photo Credit

You know this already because of the PM and Skype chat but just for formalities sake, you're accepted.

 

[WooliestSteam]

So here's my SU. If there's something out of place or if there's anything wrong and you'd like me to change it don't hesitate to let me know and I'll get on it right away.

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Name: Jack Grimshaw | Age: 21 | Gender: Male | Status: Outlaw | Element: Earth

​

Personality:
Jack Grimshaw is someone who at first glance may seem like a serious, cold, calculating and unforgiving outlaw but the truth of the matter is that while he is indeed an outlaw, his personality doesn't always reflect that. Ecstatic, psychotic and deranged. These are all terms which can be used to describe Jack Grimshaw more precisely. His dangerous nature mixed with the weapons that he carries makes him a very difficult person to evaluate. One day he might be holding up a bank talking about how he doesn't want to kill anyone and the next day he might be gunning down hordes of people just for the hell of it. He usually attempts to use his quick wit and silver tongue to get what he wants, even if that doesn't always pan out. When not racking up a bounty, Jack can usually be found in whatever watering hole that is closest by, drinking his weight in whiskey, making corny jokes to those around him and generally just being an annoyance. Jack loves a good bar fight and won't be afraid to start one himself if he's had one too many. While Jack loves money just as much as the next outlaw, he derives his pleasure from the sense of power found during a bank robbery. This feeling of control over frightened individuals has always excited Jack, and he intends to keep it going. He only hopes to see the day where all of Jeimas fears him.

Weaponry:
Lever Action Rifle
Two .45 Revolvers
Cowboy Bowie Knife

3 Stock Spells:
Earth Burst
Earth Shield
Minor Healing

2 Custom Spells:
Rock Hands – Jack can coat his hands and a small part of his upper forearms in rock. This spell is particularly useful for any hand to hand altercations that may arise however Jack is unable to use any weapons whilst this spell is active.

Dust Ball – Making use of sand and dirt beneath his feet, Jack is able to conjure a small orb which can be thrown for distraction or disorientation.

Roleplay Sample: (From Dragons' Plight)

Spoiler:

The unmistakable sound of a sword being sheathed could be heard coming from Aster as he placed one of his swords onto his back. He dusted himself off before staring deep into the landscape around the mountain. He found himself situated in the beautiful southern region. The sun shone bright in the sky almost dazing Aster for a few seconds. The clear blue sky was dotted with small clouds here and there. A gentle breeze would roll by every so often and the birds could be faintly heard chirping in the forest below. Although behind Aster the scenery was not so beautiful. Behind him lay a large, lifeless flying demon or more commonly known to the people of the region as a 'dragon'. The dragon wasn't long dead, the smell of charred earth still lingered near the warriors. While it may seem grim, it was a cause of celebration for the Dragonslayers. It was the first dragon they had taken down together as a team. A mighty beast which put up a good fight, but alas was overwhelmed by the might and coordination of the warriors. Luckily no-one was injured either, another good reason to celebrate.

Aster broke out of his stare and turned around to face the dragon and his companions. While he was overjoyed about the fact that together with his fellow warriors, they managed to fell a dragon, he couldn't help but feel annoyed about the fact that the dragon was not that which attacked his hometown. He yearned for revenge, he wanted to avenge his mother and father and nothing was going to stop him from finding that dragon. Aster knew dragons existed but the question that remained in his mind was how many? Depending on the numbers, Aster might never find the dragon he searches for. He grit his teeth and shook his head, freeing himself from these thoughts. He took a deep breath and looked around with the unmistakable smell of charred earth now filling his lungs. He turned to his companions and wondered, "What do we do now?"

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[gimmepie]

So here's my SU. If there's something out of place or if there's anything wrong and you'd like me to change it don't hesitate to let me know and I'll get on it right away.

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Name: Jack Grimshaw | Age: 21 | Gender: Male | Status: Outlaw | Element: Earth

​

Personality:
Jack Grimshaw is someone who at first glance may seem like a serious, cold, calculating and unforgiving outlaw but the truth of the matter is that while he is indeed an outlaw, his personality doesn't always reflect that. Ecstatic, psychotic and deranged. These are all terms which can be used to describe Jack Grimshaw more precisely. His dangerous nature mixed with the weapons that he carries makes him a very difficult person to evaluate. One day he might be holding up a bank talking about how he doesn't want to kill anyone and the next day he might be gunning down hordes of people just for the hell of it. He usually attempts to use his quick wit and silver tongue to get what he wants, even if that doesn't always pan out. When not racking up a bounty, Jack can usually be found in whatever watering hole that is closest by, drinking his weight in whiskey, making corny jokes to those around him and generally just being an annoyance. Jack loves a good bar fight and won't be afraid to start one himself if he's had one too many. While Jack loves money just as much as the next outlaw, he derives his pleasure from the sense of power found during a bank robbery. This feeling of control over frightened individuals has always excited Jack, and he intends to keep it going. He only hopes to see the day where all of Jeimas fears him.

Weaponry:
Lever Action Rifle
Two .45 Revolvers
Cowboy Bowie Knife

3 Stock Spells:
Earth Burst
Earth Shield
Minor Healing

2 Custom Spells:
Rock Hands – Jack can coat his hands and a small part of his upper forearms in rock. This spell is particularly useful for any hand to hand altercations that may arise however Jack is unable to use any weapons whilst this spell is active.

Dust Ball – Making use of sand and dirt beneath his feet, Jack is able to conjure a small orb which can be thrown for distraction or disorientation.

Roleplay Sample: (From Dragons' Plight)

Spoiler:

The unmistakable sound of a sword being sheathed could be heard coming from Aster as he placed one of his swords onto his back. He dusted himself off before staring deep into the landscape around the mountain. He found himself situated in the beautiful southern region. The sun shone bright in the sky almost dazing Aster for a few seconds. The clear blue sky was dotted with small clouds here and there. A gentle breeze would roll by every so often and the birds could be faintly heard chirping in the forest below. Although behind Aster the scenery was not so beautiful. Behind him lay a large, lifeless flying demon or more commonly known to the people of the region as a 'dragon'. The dragon wasn't long dead, the smell of charred earth still lingered near the warriors. While it may seem grim, it was a cause of celebration for the Dragonslayers. It was the first dragon they had taken down together as a team. A mighty beast which put up a good fight, but alas was overwhelmed by the might and coordination of the warriors. Luckily no-one was injured either, another good reason to celebrate.

Aster broke out of his stare and turned around to face the dragon and his companions. While he was overjoyed about the fact that together with his fellow warriors, they managed to fell a dragon, he couldn't help but feel annoyed about the fact that the dragon was not that which attacked his hometown. He yearned for revenge, he wanted to avenge his mother and father and nothing was going to stop him from finding that dragon. Aster knew dragons existed but the question that remained in his mind was how many? Depending on the numbers, Aster might never find the dragon he searches for. He grit his teeth and shook his head, freeing himself from these thoughts. He took a deep breath and looked around with the unmistakable smell of charred earth now filling his lungs. He turned to his companions and wondered, "What do we do now?"

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Welcome to the chaos and pandemonium that is Gunpowder.

 

[Jauntier]

Hello. I'd like to join! My apologies in advanced about formatting. This site's post editor is all so new and comprehensive that I may be going rather plain for a while. I hope there are no issues with my form:


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Name: Stetson Sutcliffe
Element: Fire
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Status: Outlaw

Personality: Stetson does what would be in his best interest, as he figures at the time. He tries to be charismatic, courteous, and all-around unassuming for the most part. In his mind though, he is discerning new information and figuring how it, in the end, may benefit him. He is not so much reserved as he is careful and contemplative.

Appearance:

Spoiler:

Caucasian (tans olive), 6'1'', thick black hair that he only trims on his head, greyed-blue eyes. Has a very minor cut on the upper lobe of his left ear, a lightly freckled upper back, neck, and shoulders; slight overbite with his left upper eyetooth projected a bit farther out, or snagged. His hands and feet are heavily calloused. Wears plain, typical clothing: darkly-colored narrow-sleeved wide-lapeled jacket, double-breasted vests, and long, tubular trousers; a collared light linen shirt, various neckties he unusually tends to tie over folded shirt collars, cotton socks, and leather cowboy boots with iron spurs. Carries a small cowhide leather trunk for his duster, an extra shirt and neckties, his black bowler hat, pen and stationary, his sheathed harvesting sickles, two canteens--one with kerosene oil and another with water, money, a pocket-sized Bible, and his pocket-sized spellbook. Under his jacket he carries his brass and iron blunderbuss pistol.

Weaponry: Two harvesting sickles (one serrated, one smooth double-edged; off-set handles), blunderbuss pistol or dragon (flintlock, buck and ball)

Elemental Spells:

Elemental Shield - Fire

Stock Spells:

Summon Small Object | Minor Jinx

Custom Spells:

Pyrolysis - Decomposes small organic materials via touch, leaving behind charred content and other natural byproduct in the absence of a visible flame. The process of carbonization may also occur in matter already rich in carbon. Contact to flesh may cause third-degree burns.

Fever - Sets core body temperature higher to quickly combat illnesses and parasitic invaders. Some spells of ill-health can be nullified after a bout of Fever. May last between two hours to two days, during which, casting spells contributes to fatigue.

RP Sample:

Spoiler:

He laid there, totally disheveled, hair greasy and unkempt, his vest and shirt flung wide open, revealing his heaving chest of wet and matted black hair. His trousers were in a pile before the bed, as was his cotton duster. Beads of sweat sat on his broad forehead and trickled down the ridge of his nose and along his temples, catching in loose locks of hair. Panting beside him was a woman who looked to be an old maid, leathering features of a woman in her early thirties. She wore a cotton night slip, her long hair tied up tautly in a bun though frayed and stringed, and her cheeks and ears flushed red. Her hand was up to her lips, a knuckle white from having been bitten down on earlier. She wiped her chest of collective moisture and turned her head to him, a half-cocked smile on her thin lips.

"Well, I'd never had such an exhiliratin' experience like that before," she breathed, every other beat of her sentence was forced out on the exhale a hard gasp. "It gets mighty lonely, especially around these here scarce parts. A little lady like me needs some company from time to time. And I sure as hell can't get it from no dead-ass bastard, neither."

She shuddered with a pitched laugh, wiping away her soaking bangs that clung to her forehead, as she sat herself up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Wiping the back of her damp neck, she stood up, though she measured higher off the ground than one would suspect with her diminutive stature. That was quickly corrected as she took another step, this time down off of something, and she hiked up her nightgown as she looked down to watch her step around something or other. The man sat himself up as well with a grunt, and sat over at the edge of the bed. He doubled down and swept up his trousers, slipping a foot in the loose pant as he began to dress.

"Right fine, miss," he piped up, his voice gruff for a tenor. He peered up at her as she made her way over to rickety vanity, made of rusted nail and chopped wood with a framed glass mirror atop. "Now, not only did I keep my promise against your theivin' husband, but I also gave you a little somethin' I'm sure he never could'a given you in the six years y'all've been married. Ain't that right, miss?" He gave a smile as he stood and hiked up his pants, fiddling with his belt. The woman returned the look rather coyly in the mirror, patting up stray hairs against her bun as best she could before pulling away from her reflection in a flourish to clutch onto the wooden spire of a bed post, pressing her flushed cheek and heaving chest against it.

"I wouldn't do right by you if I said no," she mused aloud, her voice a very playful attempt at seduction. "If I may say, this old maid is still fresh chattel." The man scoffed as he finished sliding socked feet into taut leather boots and turned to the nightstand, where atop it sat a kerosene lamp, containers for a few popular varieties of balm, and a small tin pan of water with a rag. He picked up the washrag, wrung it out of all excess water, and dabbed the lukewarm piece of fabric over his forehead and under the long scruff of a creeping beard.

"You're a mighty prime cut, miss," he offered smoothly, "But now that I've succumbed to your wiles, I'm looking for a cut, too." He tossed the rag back into the pan and began to button up his shirt and vest, though he eyed her now through the thick black strands of his coif, an intense look in his blued eyes despite his smile. "The cut you promised me, hon. I reckon you have it all nice and pieced out for me, yeah?"

"I did promise you, didn't I?" Her coy smile grew more bold. "And I did say your reward would be coming in today, right fine." She cocked her head to the side, her jerk motioning elsewhere. Suddenly, her voice was stripped of all muse as she directed: "Check 'em pockets."

He broke eye contact to follow the direction of her subtle gesticulation, and looked over his shoulder, back at the other end of the bed, the side off of which she had just roused herself. Heavy soles thudded against the creaking wood floor underneath and rowels spun on spurs as he moved, crossing around the bed to peer down into the thin space between the edge of the bed and the wall.

The planks were drowned in a thick pool of rich, dark blood that glistened in whatever little light it could catch on its congealing surface. Bits of bone were scattered about, like shards of shrapnel after the impact. Bloodied brain spilled from the missing section of the skull. Just as well lost were an eye, though the fibrous cord of the optic nerve was discernible among the gore, making a makeshift cushion of flesh for a small lead ball. The other eye, while in tact and in socket, rolled off, looking in a direction it would have been incapable of doing prior to the obliteration of the brain. As blood had poured from the exit wound, so did it drain from the nose, as lips caked blackened red lay parted from an involuntarily relaxed jaw. The expression on what was left of the face was gruesomely unfit for a creature whom--only two hours prior--once had thought.

In the pants pocket of the body, he found a clip of large bills and a small ring of gold.

"It matches." Stetson looked over his shoulder to see the woman looming over him, her left hand out, showcasing a wedding band of gold around her ring finger. A smile crept back on her face. "I reckon that makes you my new husband, don't it?"

 

[gimmepie]

sniiiippppppp

Only one issue there, elemental spells still count as stock spells so one of those first four need to go. After that you'll be all good. :)

 

[Jauntier]

Only one issue there, elemental spells still count as stock spells so one of those first four need to go. After that you'll be all good. :)

Alright, I've corrected it.

Thank you.

 

[gimmepie]

Alright, I've corrected it.

Thank you.

Welcome to Gunpowder :)