Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20130731095638

'This RP is just Sorrel and Barth, and we will not be accepting additional RPers for the time being. So unless you are DescendedShadow or Tsubori, please refrain from posting here.' Barth found himself in Vale, leaning back in a solitary booth at a bar. Reverend laid on the other side of the table, on the seat. Being tuesday, it wasn't particularly busy, only a few patrons at the bar. The bartender was the owner of the bar, a pretty young guy. Barth had been coming here every now and then since he'd been discharged from the military for losing his arm, so he knew this guy to be the new owner of the bar. Little did the soldier know that the man had inherrited a world of debt and trouble by buying the bar. That would be evidenced soon enough though, as about six men in black suits and red glasses walked into the bar, looking at the patrons as most of them left in a hurry, putting their money down on the counter and getting out before anything drastic happened. Immediately, Barth could see the bartender's chest raising up and down, his nerves acting up. Barth could hear bits and pieces of the conversation, and he wasn't a fan. "Look, Jason. Our boss can't wait forever for the money, you're going to have to hand it over soon, or else this place will be getting a new paint job." The man spoke harshly to the bartender, his hand drawing his large red sword a foot or so from its sheath. "C-come on guys... It's a tuesday... A slow night, couldn't you have picked a better night? I ordered all my supplies yesterday..." "Sounds like excuses to me..." He started to draw his sword out, but a strong hand stopped him. Barth stood there, his hand preventing the man's sword from being pulled out any more. "I'll cut right to the chase. Leave." He saw a few of the other henchmen draw swords and axes. "Are you out of your mind? Six guys against a one armed jackass?" The man frowned, reaching back to pick up Reverend, but for the sake of collateral, he left the Dust enhancement off. He held the Zweihander on his shoulder, smirking. "Just doesn't seem fair, does it?" 