Lords of RPG

Thud!  Crack!  Thud!  Thud!

The large craggy faced man pulled his bloody victim in close.  A whimper escaped the beaten man's bloody split lips.  The big man spoke in a hoarse whisper, his voice deep and gravely.  "Don't you ever...ever...ever...steal from the Carnival again."

The broken man shook his head back and forth frantically, a broken tooth tumbling out of his mouth and bouncing off his chin onto his chest.  He managed a mushy mouthed, "No...no..."

Titus Roake pulled the broken man off the ground in a single motion, and slammed him upright into the wall of the alley.  "You have one day to bring back the rest of the money you took.  One day will make the difference.  Pay the debt, and go on your way.  Or don't pay the debt, and we'll finish up this little lesson."

The broken man started to answer, but Titus delivered a devastating right fist to his ribs, which broke with an wet crunching sound.  The man folded in half, and crumpled to the ground.  

Titus stood over him, both of his fists bloody, and his face and cloths splattered with bloody spit.  "One day makes the difference."

Titus pulled down on the front of his bloody vest, smoothing it tightly over his stout torso.  He lifted his hat with one hand, swept his short sweaty hair back, and pushed the hat back on, cocking it to the side with a stylish tilt.  "One day."

Titus walked away slowly, stepping out of the shadows of the alley into the bustling bright streets of Emerald Bay.  Torches, lanterns, and oil burning sconces made the Midnight streets of Emerald Bay as bright as Noon.

People made way for the large hulking man with the craggy face, and the bloody clothes, as he strode down the wooden sidewalk  Titus sneered.  No one stole from the Carnival without paying a price.  A price in blood.  He and the other Bully Boys made sure of that.