An ancient society of lawmen and protectors. Part Samurai, part old west Marshall. The Gunslingers were the wandering dispensers of justice from a plane, or possibly planes near ours. Their home world is slowing down, possibly falling off of a beam that has been broken. Their world is almost gone, and with it’s fall, so are the Gunslingers. The only ones left are quiet echoes of the heroes of old. They were a proud society centered in the old capital of Gilead, now gone to dust from a world splitting civil war. The people left on the plane live on, waiting for the world to finish dying.