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Gallant Role-Playing System by Rafellin

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In addition to twelve years playtesting, there are four years 'in the wild' behind this 2-page comprehensive role-playing system.

It works, works well and it is past time to let it out.

I originally created it as a method to do one-nighters when one of the group couldn't make it. It went from there to be the most versatile system I could make it, with the able assistance of my gaming group - who, at peak, brought over 100 years RPG experience to the table between them.

It's free. The download option should deliver you the 2-page PDF. If it doesn't, message me and I'll get it sorted.
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SimonJM Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2014
It's a fun little system whose usefulness and utility cannot be measured by it's size! :)
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