Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150102020029/@comment-29461586-20150102031046

(Here goes.)

At a certain bar...

"Hohohoho! Look at this little lass!" A sarcastic mercenary told everyone in a bar as he pointed at a 15-year old looking woman with an ebony katana and a strange apparel.

Everyone else at the bar didn't dare to laugh at the woman for some reason...

"Shut up, Ragnar!" The barkeep replied before turning to the woman.

"So... what do you want, uhh..."

"Kitiara."

"So... Miss Kitiara. Do you need something? Food? Drinks? Rumors?"

"I want something that's a challenge."

Ragnar laughed. "From the way you speak and the weird dress you're wearing, you sound like a plenty of challenge! Ahahahaha!"

"Shut up, Ragnar! Sorry, miss. I swear to the gods that it's impossible to keep his mouth shut." The Barkeep sighed.

"You consider that a challenge then?" Kitiara asked.

"Uhh, I guess." The barkeep replied.

Before the barkeep even knew it, Kitiara swiped her blade at Ragnar. The Nord's head suddeny fell off his body before his body itself separated into cleanly cut fillets.

"Mara's mercy..!!! Y-You cut Ragnar in pieces!!!" The Barkeep shouted. The nearby patrons decided to immediately return to their business out of intense fear.

"U-U-Umm... S-So can I g-get you anything..?" The barkeep asked.

"Nah. It's okay. Just tell me if you have a challenge like poor ol' Ragnar here, 'kay?"

"O-O-Okay."

"Good day!" Kitiara smiled as she left the bar. As soon as she left, Everyone in the bar lets out a big sigh of relief.