LotS/Marshal Roth's Right Six-Shooter

name::Marshal Roth's Right Six-Shooter	[[:Category:LotS/type::Main Hand|type::Main Hand]]
Attack: attack::380 Defense: defense::370
Law of the Gun: Chance for bonus damage (8%@143,500); Extra damage against Non-Alliance raids (225,500); Small chance to deal heavy bonus damage (1%@1,640,000 +51,250/gear); Extra damage for each additional Marshal Roth item equipped (+2,562.5)
1. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way," Marshal Roth said. "Yeah?" Dick Durden turned his head without shifting his eyes, and spat out a wad of chewing tobacco. It splatted on the floor like a black wound. "And what would the easy way be?" Gunfire erupted, the echoing reports so close together they became a single roar. Six men dropped with holes in their heads. Durden fell last. The outlaw's eyes rolled upwards as though trying to glimpse the bullet that had burrowed through his brow. "That." William Grant -- the establishment's owner, proprietor, and barman -- sighed. His corpse pit out back was getting mighty full...
Obtained from Marshal Roth Vault
Proc Rate procRate::8%
Proc Damage (minimum)
Proc Damage (cap)

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{{#set:color=Orange}} {{#set:ability=Law of the Gun: Chance for bonus damage (8%@143,500); Extra damage against Non-Alliance raids (225,500); Small chance to deal heavy bonus damage (1%@1,640,000 +51,250/gear); Extra damage for each additional Marshal Roth item equipped (+2,562.5)}} {{#set:text=1. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way," Marshal Roth said.

"Yeah?" Dick Durden turned his head without shifting his eyes, and spat out a wad of chewing tobacco. It splatted on the floor like a black wound. "And what would the easy way be?"

Gunfire erupted, the echoing reports so close together they became a single roar. Six men dropped with holes in their heads. Durden fell last. The outlaw's eyes rolled upwards as though trying to glimpse the bullet that had burrowed through his brow.

"That."

William Grant -- the establishment's owner, proprietor, and barman -- sighed. His corpse pit out back was getting mighty full...}} {{#set:obtained=Marshal Roth Vault}} {{#set:used=}} {{#set:notes=}} {{#set:unique=}}