Probably should have updated earlier, oh well, I was DragonFabling. I've decided that Kingball is like Rounders, which is kind of like baseball (I think). Still better than kicking a pig's bladder around.

Imp ambled along in the sunshine and the fresh summertime breeze. It was the kind of day where he would sit in an orchard and write a poem but he was in a restless kind of mood and besides, he had run out of ink. While out buying ink he had been distracted by the Kingball paddles on display and had bought a relatively cheap one so he could have a go at the sport. They had just built a new pitch, so he felt he should try the game lest he be any good at it. There was a group of young lads already playing when he got there, being watched by their lady friends who looked thoroughly bored. Imp sauntered over in what he hoped was a confident fashion and spoke to the one who had been throwing the ball about while the players were having a break.

"Any room for one more?" he asked. The boy looked at him dubiously.
"Aren't you the Druid that plays at the Club and Crossbow?"

"I am. I felt like playing Kingball today instead of writing a new saga,"

"Well…what model of paddle do you have?"

"Um…this one?" he held it out. The boy sniffed.

"It's not awful. I guess you can play. You do know how to play, don't you?"

"I was watching and I think I understand,"

"Alright. You can go on the other team, they're fielding," Imp was confused.

"This is a pitch isn't it? Not a field?"

"Fielding means trying to catch the ball to stop the other team from winning,"

"Oh good. I'm good at that,"

"Huh, well. Go on. We're going to carry on playing in a moment," so Imp went onto the pitch with the other players, who were neither friendly nor hostile. It was quite hot having to run around all the time but Imp was good at catching the balls even if he was awful at hitting them very far. When they switched back onto the fielding side again (he had no idea who was winning) a stroke of bad luck ran into him. He was watching as the bowler threw the ball. The batsman hit it and it shot off. A couple of people ran, but Imp wasn't quite fast enough to duck as it smashed him in the face. Pain flared up in his nose.

"Time out!" he heard someone yell as he staggered backwards. He could feel something warm on his face, and much to his shock it was his own blood, scarlet against his pale hand. He blinked at it.

"That's a lot of blood," someone said.

"Are you alright? Hey! Druid! Say something!" someone else said, shaking him. He was still staring at the blood which was on his hand when he had removed it from his face. It made him feel faint just looking at it yet he couldn't tear his gaze away from it.

"…'m bleeding…" he said in a faint voice, before the world slipped sideways and suddenly went very dark.

He wasn't sure how long he was out for, but he woke up to a funny smell that made him wrinkle his nose, and then regret it as it seared up.

"Wake up," a female voice commanded. He opened his eyes and looked out through them blearily. His vision refocused and he sat up. It looked like he was in the Physician's. "Your nose is going to look a little bit strange forever now,"

"Why?" Imp looked around, trying to find the source of the voice.

"You broke it. This is why I disapprove of this barbaric Kingball game. The number of injuries I've had to deal with…" the faint clanking noise in the background stopped and a figure appeared through the doorway. She was an Elf, quite clearly, but she was a very beautiful Elf. Her grey hair was tied up in a ponytail and her eyes were a pleasant shade of lilac. "What are you gawping at?" Imp shut his mouth.

"Sorry. And, er, thank you,"
"Just be thankful that your friends had the sense to bring you here instead of to that show-off Sorceress instead,"

"Don't you like her?"

"Like her?" she scoffed. "As Elves say, she's an utter bezoch,"

"I think I can tell what that means," though I wish I didn't, he added to himself. Penguin wasn't so bad, as far as he could make out, but she didn't have a patch on this Elf. It'd be worth getting his nose broken again just so he could be fussed over. "What's your name?"

"Paradise. It's an Elvish name. I was told what your name was but I can't remember,"

"Imp. It's a Druid name,"

"I didn't say I wanted to know," she finished washing her hands in the bowl of water and turned back to face him, her eyes boring into his. "You can leave now. There are other people for me to attend to,"

"Uh, OK. Thank you. Thank you very much," he stood up and had to stand still for a moment as a wave of dizziness hit him.

"Please refrain from playing any more Kingball for a while. You'll make yourself sick,"

"Yes. Thank you. Uh, see you around…" and with that Paradise shooed him out of the clinic and back out into the shadow of the Tower. Wow! What a woman!

Physician's is usally one of the first buildings I get (after the tavern) because my Sims often get mauled by bears/blow themselves up/fall off a cliff etc etc. I somehow manage to pick the wrong answer whenever an event box pops up. Next time on BMT: The Club and Crossbow hires another Bard, and Arthur is not depressed enough to get drunk.