Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7242608-20140702021739/@comment-8992692-20140716015235

(lost power and will be going to bed soon. Just wanted to post to keep the story going)

DMR “You know what Heathcliff...”

Megan, putting her hand infront of him, “DMR, that’s enough.” DMR grudgingly stands down, giving his back to Heathcliff. Anger fills his heart as he tries to control his breathing. “Now that that’s out of they way, we can get back to business. I don’t think the Chat was behind this either. I’ll be honest, if this was the Chat we were dealing with, it would be much better organized.”

DMR “Well did that guy tell you anything before you killed him?”

Megan “He said he was part of the Black Fang, ring any bells?”

DMR “Some. They are pretty cheep, though that doesn’t make them any less of a threat. I will say they are good at blending in with crowds.”

Megan “Wait a minute, not all the guards are military. Some are police forces.”

DMR “And you have loads of people escorting them towards their ships.”

Karl “No, letting him heal would be to good for him. No, he’s going to keep on feeling this pain until I get bored with him.” Karl proceeds to take off skin on his cheek, exposing the bone.

Krestof “Please, stop, I’ll tell you anything!!!” Tears of pain and fear pour out of his eyes

Karl “How much is the Chat Empire involved in this?”

Krestof “Not much. They gave us money to spend on what ever we wanted. We hired a group of mercs called the Black Fang to help us bomb your delegation.”

Karl “Why bomb it?”

Krestof “Our hope was that people would go back to the Empire after they saw how you couldn’t protect them. But the Chat cut all lines of communication hours before the delegation started. Please... my people are scared that...” Karl takes the hammer and hits him in the mouth, knocking out some teeth.

Karl “So the delegate wants to be a little bitch?”

Krestof “No, no, I was only doing...” Another hammer strike to the stomach shuts him up and he reels in pain.

Karl “You threatened my people in a sorry attempt to save yours? Pathetic scums like you are the reason fuck ups can get into positions of power.” Karl examines his instruments again, which are covered in blood “I’m just about done with you.”