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World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

Meanwhile in the infirmary

Ugh...

With a blurred vision, the ancient knight slowly rose from his cot. The doctor and nurse within his room had suddenly taken notice to their patient awake. "Sir you shouldn't move!" Shouted the man with a white coat.

However Fafnir didn't heed his advice, he had stood upright from his position, a large hand holding his forehead as if he was suffering from a headache.

"S-sir." The nurse now spoke. "Please, you need to rest. Its a miracle you are even alive with all that blood loss." She spoke before gasping as the knight put his bare feet on the cold floor. He groaned as he slowly became more aware of his surroundings. He still wasn't acclimated to all of this fancy technology, the sterilized hospital room was all too foreign for him.

When he looked down, he noticed that he was not in his armor. Instead he was in a blue hospital gown that had to be custom-fitted due to his unnatural height, It barely reached down his thighs. "What is this, a dress?" He said in amusement of the modern formalities. bandages had been wrapped around his arms and parts of his torso, which restricted his movement a bit. Still, that didn't stop him from standing up, the IV Fluids and other wires that had attached him to a machine had snapped off. "Sir please you are in no condition to get up!" The doctor pleaded as he tried to pull his arm back down. To the doctor's surprise, even in his injured state, he couldn't bend Fafnir's weight back down. "Where is my armor?" He turned to the nurse, who was in both shock and awe of seeing something so monstrous up close and moving.

Aside from his unnatural height, himself resembled that of an amalgamation of human and reptile. Scales from his tail and wings had a merging point between that and the beige skin on his back. His eyes were a firey crimson, and were more akin to that of a snake. His hair was jet black and long like a horse's main, and two horns were barely poking out of that mess of hair. His wings had spread, the left wing being bandaged, as he stretched.

"I-Its in the back." She pointed to a closet where they had hanged his blood-stained armor and lance. The doctor gave up with the stubborn monster as he moved over to his equipment. "She really did a number on my gear." The knight commented as he stripped out of the hospital gown, forcing the the two medical professionals to look out as he began to dress himself in his white tank top and under armor. "Back in my day if ye were hurt, you'd just have someone in a white cloak smack you with a wooden stick with some flashy white light and you would be good to go within a few hours." He mused. "Now it seems you have to stick around on a bed all day, with all these fancy strings and beeping noises? Just for a few cuts?"

"I'll have to smelt and hand mold my armor later to fix these bloody holes." He continued as he put his feet into iron grieves. Piece by piece he had slowly become fully clad in his armor. The broken pieces of his arm pads and chest plate revealed his bandaged body.

With his lance sheathed over his back, The knight moved to the door. "S-sir!" The doctor pleaded one last time, but it was of no use. Fafnir had to duck and squeeze his large body through the door before stepping outside into the hallway. "Now where are the battlegrounds? I wish to see the other matches for myself.." He asked himself as he had looked both ways, confused of the building's layout.

Frozen Dungeons

William nodded. "Impressive sorcery, I imagine it must have been difficult to obtain that wide variety of skill." He in contrast, pulled his hood further over his face to bear with the cold weather. "So how far is this place?"

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

Oh boy, can't wait for a bandaged ol' knight to beat up some banditoes, hue.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Jesus Christ Was Chris's first thought when the match came to an end. Was it the students that were the problem for enacting such violence, or was it the administration for allowing it? Hell someone could have died. How can we fight monsters on the behalf of humanity if they get us to kill each other first?

Chris didn't spend too much time on his given sheet.

General Thoughts

Fuck, and I thought I did terrible. The hell kind of first mission was this? Granted its just as much the fault of the players as the administration itself. I did pretty shit in my match, not gonna lie. Probably could have killed someone too from transforming. But this, Jesus...We had someone try to melt someone's face, and who would have thought a closed off enviorment would be subject to collapse and threaten to crush the students with magic bullshit? I mean I know that they didn't have as many destructive guys like my match had...but..

Suggestions

Well for the students. Lets try to avoid fatalities next time. Hell I'm probably never going to transform again in a match like this. For them, of course, I know winning is ideal and all but that isn't worth murder.

As for the authority that makes this shit....Well, next time lets perhaps try to do less violent things? I know you guys have collars to stop someone if they go too far, but a race based game every now and then never hurted anyone I hope.

When he submitted his form, Chris returned to finish his snacks he left for himself. Something about the way everyone behaved, so eager to look out more to themselves then others as if from instinct. It reminded him of himself..It brought up unpleasant memories. Chris tried to avoid the thought, just as he always have been doing. He distracted himself with food, and later, a shower.

Frozen Dungeons

"So what kind of tricks do you have up your sleeve?" The druid asked as he pulled out his staff to help him traverse the cold snow. He had more trouble bearing with the cold then the vampiress and her dog as it seemed.

Frozen Dungeons

William didn't say a word to his vampire friend after her comment, he had to make note to help her get some animals in fear she may turn into a monster herself. He however, trusted her enough not to let that idea betray his service nor did he think any less of her for it. His work boots had by now dug deep in the snow as they now exited the town's wooden barrier

Frozen Dungeons

William noticed her draw some liquid from a flask. He said nothing, but was a bit concerned when she vaguely heard a mutter. "Everything ok?" He inquired as snow flakes fluttered on his robes.

Frozen Dungeons

William gave a bit of a smile at both her and her companion. "Well we shouldn't keep him waiting." He said as he walked alongside Arelia with the sleeves of his robes connected by his intertwining hands, as to keep warm. The druid kept his eyes on the sun that was blocked by thick clouds. Snow had begun to fall once more, but this storm was light and gentle.

Frozen Dungeons

Without another word he walked through the snow and back to the tavern, expecting her to follow. The moment they entered the same bartender perked up and approached the two. William handed a flier labeled "Goblins in dungeons, help below" To Miss Reina, who in return handed him a sum of gold coins in a burlac bag. The exchange was swift and without vocal communications, as both were far too familiar with the arrangement. Having obtained their reward, William handed the bag to Arelia and began to walk back to the snow. "We can split profits later, lead the way."

Frozen Dungeons

The druid nodded his cloaked head toward her in agreement. "I suppose it might benefit me if I go along, the idea of a difficult path doesn't bother me either." He stated as he once again opened the door of the barn. "Shall we then, Miss Arelia?"