Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-27550231-20161126023646

Praetor struggles to get up as he slowly starts to recuperate from his injuries. He reaches for a bladeless hilt on his belt and from it a stave emerges.

"Go on without me! I'll catch up!"

He has trouble staying on his feet as he makes his way to his greatmace, lodged into a pillar.

"Damn vampire... Throwing me around like some ragdoll..."

''You must be more cautious champion. I may be able to heal you but it still requires time.''

"Yeah well I can't help it that I didn't die this time."

Many deaths in such a shot time will still put unwanted strain on your body.

"I'll endure."

Praetor hobbles to his club and struggles to pick it up.

"Alright. I'll wait."

He rests on his hammer and silently waits until he heals completely.