Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20200125011422/@comment-28358106-20200308025819

"Father!!"

The girl, who had remained silent and huddled, leaps down from her seat and rushes over to the merchant, gripping him. The man looks to Dorian with a mixture of fear, rage, and pain.

"As you say, you bastard," he wheezes, "Take it! Take everything, you son of a---"

"Shut it!"

Rosie leans in and clocks him with her gauntleted fist. The young girl gives a little scream as her father grunts and is sent sprawling.

Dorian sighs and climbs down. "Bailey, silence that man's offspring. Rose, you may start on the carts.  Be quick."

"Hmph! 'Bout bloody time." Rose trots over to the carts and with great, bucking kicks, begins shattering the wheels on one side of them. The first cart tumbles over, spilling sacks and barrels. Then the next. Bailey has grabbed the girl and, with swift, practiced movements, ties her and gags her like the others.

Dorian walks slowly up to the group, his flintlock dangling. He speaks easily, as if conversing with old friends, and casually tosses a sack to the ground.

"Gentlemen, I needn't tell you what this is about. Your fearless leader," he waves his pistol towards the merchant,  "Will empty your pockets for me, and if I feel as if he is giving me the shrift, it will end rather poorly for you." He pulls out a pocket watch and opens its cover, letting it hang by its chain.

"He has seven minutes to part you of your baubles. For every minute that passes thereafter, I shall decrease your number by one, in order of age."

He points his pistol at the girl. She whimpers.

"Y-you son of a whore!" The merchant quivers, red with rage as he pulls the girl close. "Don't you dare harm my daughter! I'll...I'll..."

"I dare more than you'll ever know in your insipid, worthless life, friend."

Dorian's eyes are cold daggers, his voice suddenly deadly serious. With his free hand he draws his sword. The blade makes a silken tone as it leaves its scabbard.

"Six and a half minutes, though my timepiece has been known to run fast."

The merchant hesitates only a moment before stooping and scrabbling to pick up the sack, his eyes downcast.