FateWeaver

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Snow White, Rose Red

Hold on a bit and I'll do something. I need to post anyway.

Here's What I've Got

If you're still looking for people, the WorldSinger idea looks really good. The Enemy and Flowers look good too.

The System

For clarity's sake, Cinder will end up at the safe house, but he won't remember what it is or why he's there, or any of the events after being shot.

The System

"M-my name is Sue..."

This is the only bit of the little girl's stammering that managed to work its way into Cinder's head as important. As he was contemplating following her, it seemed a communication came through, taking all of her attention. Her anger at the situation was palpable to him and his flames burned brighter. Her hatred for the System seemed as powerful as his, which was only fitting, for they had treated her the same as he if not worse.

Picking up the small chip with his left hand, he stared at it curiously as the little girl ran off to save her friend. He considered following her, but decided against it. One against few he was confident in himself and his flame, but with bullets flying everywhere and projects on both sides, it was highly more likely he would get hurt or killed or captured.

During his moment of indecision, Cinder was wide open to attack. Someone in the distance followed up on the opportunity. A bullet slammed into Cinder's right shoulder, and he went down. His rage built, but when he expected the flames to flare up in reaction, there was nothing. Abruptly, Cinder was cold. Several minutes of panic came and went before he noticed the chip where he had dropped it, and several more passed before he reached out to it.

When he touched it, Cinder somehow activated the device. A map hung in the hair in front of him, and Cinder flinched back when it suddenly came to exist. Snatching up the chip, he pushed himself up, whirling around to make sure he was alone again. Checking the map again, he started limping.

(D&D based) "TALES OF THE LONELY INN"

"Consider yourself quite welcome, and please, call me Traben," he said, his own emerald eyes flashing to meet the woman's. Now that the difficult part was out of the way, he took the time to notice the body he worked on. She was certainly shapely, and almost may as well have been nude. Having run with druids in the past that wore less, this bothered him little. There was no harm in letting the woman think her outfit was having the desired effect, so he turned his head and let a smirk for behind a curtain of shoulder-length dark hair, not quite hidden. Besides, if she was putting it on display so freely, who was he not to appreciate it.

"Sorceress, would you happen to know of any healers in this group?" he asked the other woman, "Or anywhere we could find one?" His own skill with medical treatments was not so good that he could be completely confident in just bandaging up the wound. He doubted the hurt woman would protest about his thoroughness in that either.

Medieval Headbutt

This looks dead before it got going to me, and I have too much going on anyway. I'm out.

High-Fantasy, High Casual, Lotsa Fun

Sorry, gonna have to withdraw from this. College is putting a few too many things on my plate to be adding more myself.

(D&D based) "TALES OF THE LONELY INN"

As the sorceress proclaimed her inexperience with wounds, Traben rolled his eyes. With a whispered word in the elven tongue to placate his wolves, he started up the side of the wagon. Reaching the top, he pulls a small bag that had been slung across his back off, setting it next to the wounded woman. From it he pulled some linen bandages and a small ceramic jar, to be placed on the wood of the wagon, at the ready.

"Fortunate, because I was nearby with my bow, and this woman decided to save your life. This is going to hurt, a lot. First thing first, though, I need you on your side. Forgive me," he says as he rolls the woman onto her side. "Goblins usually use barbed or serrated arrows. I'm going to have to push at least the head the rest of the through to remove it. Bite down on this." Reaching into his bag again, he draws out a simple strip of leather, worn with tooth marks. Passing it to the woman, he wasted no time in grasping the protruding end of the arrow. Once he was sure she was as ready as she was going to get, he placed his free hand at her hip to brace her and plied his strength against it, his face set in a determined grimace.

Once the head of the arrow was visible, he quickly snapped the other end off as close to the woman's skin as he dared. Moving his now free hand to the other end of the arrow, he drew it out smoothly. As quickly as he could he pressed bandaging to the exit wound and let the woman back down on her back. More bandaging followed on the entrance wound, and he applied pressure with one hand.

"And now we wait for the bleeding to stop, unless there's a healer among these men. I have a poultice that will help with healing, but it is nothing against a druid's or cleric's magic." Traben wiped a bead of sweat away from his temple with his free hand, waiting patiently and finally taking the time to look at the woman's face, examining her features.

(D&D based) "TALES OF THE LONELY INN"

As Traben stalked his way towards the fight, more fighters appeared seemingly from nothing. One moment, the elf he had saved was surrounded by goblins, and the next a sorceress blasted them all with arcane energy. At the use of magic, the wolves following Traben growled low, but didn't slow any. Traben himself was only a few yards from the kingsroad now, the battle-turned-massacre on the other side of the wagon he was approaching.

Seeking the goblin he had slain, Traben wordlessly retrieved his arrow, wiping the blood staining the tip off in the grass. For a few moments, his gaze passed between the injured elf and the newly arrived sorceress. His weapons had returned to his hips as the goblins had died, and his hands were currently occupied by the heads of two of the wolves. They pressed close to his legs, on edge in the presence of one who worked unnatural magics. While not sharing the same hostility, Traben himself was no fan of the arcane.

"It seems you are fortunate," he said in the direction of the injured elf, "but that arrow needs to be removed. If you would permit me, I will help you with it. And if you could help me help her," Traben said to the sorceress, "it should go even easier."

RWBY

Will put a CS here later

Sorry, I can't come up with anything I like.