Lily Janssen is not known to get in fights. Especially fights with several Kathar, all at once. Sadly, luck was not on her side on that day.
Lily decided to take a trip down to the Newtown Clinic to see if anyone needed assistance, or if there were supplies the Medical Regiment needed at Greygate that were available for purchase.
Mistake one: She went alone.
She found no one and no supplies. Either the Newtown Clinic was in a really bad situation and burned through their supplies, or a thief decided to visit the clinic. Lily chose to go with the second option as she picked up a needle and thread.
Mistake two: She took a shortcut.
Lily had been gone for longer than she should have, so she decided to take a run through Oldtown to get back to Greygate faster. As she was passing a staircase, she heard an odd sound. A ping. Like metal hitting the stone. Then a voice, rough and gravelly, called out to her. "Hey... You're that… Doctor Lily Janssen, right?"
Lily couldn't see who was speaking, as they remained concealed in the shadows. "Yes, that is me." She replied in a calm and soothing tone, her skin gaining a shimmer like the snow beneath her feet as she smiled that her name was getting around Regalia.
Mistake three: She responded.
"Good, Good…" The voice responded. "Then you're the same Doctor Lily Janssen who is friends with... Uhh... That Lady Novellia Fristadvlom, Ser Karp Kippings, Ser Eric Fischer, 'Duke' Leufred du Brierust, and uhh... Others that fought against Rikkira not too long ago, correct?" The voice sounded almost like it was reading off of a list.
Lily, at this point, was reasonably concerned as she took a half step back from where the voice was emanating from. "Why.. do you ask? No, wait. I have a better question. Who are you?" Lily steadied her voice as much as possible, but it didn't do much good."
"Why that's a simple enough question to answer. I am… Looking for someone like yourself," The gravelly voice responded. "You are, well. Weak. You know a lot of people, and are good friends with them, who fought and killed my kin." That last word resonated inside of Lily's eardrums like a bell as she realized what was going on. As the voice continued, the body attached to it stepped out from the shadows. A shirtless Kathar, with void script covering nearly every inch of skin, all the way to its neck.
Before Lily could even turn around to run away, a much larger kathar stood in her way. She blindly ran into it, bumped off of his chest, and fell to her ass on the ground. The large kathar only looked down at her and said. "No." In a stern, commanding voice.
As Lily looked to her last two routes of escape as she stood up, and more kathar came from the shadows, completely cornering her. There were four in total. Lily was alone and defenseless. She looked at the Kathar around her and steadied her breathing as she started to repeat an incantation. Her skin reflected light like quartz, her eyes gained a deep blue glow, and a light appeared behind her head, silhouetting her in lavender light. Her last defense, a Prison of Order started to form around her. "Throw a rock at her, the shield won't stop that," The gravelly voice commanded. And as all good henchmen do, they each found a rock that they liked the best and threw them at Lily one by one.
The first rock didn't even make it to the prison. The second made it past the barrier but landed between her feet. The last one, however, smacked Lily right in the stomach. All the air was punched out of her lungs, and the lights faded. She fell back down into the snow seemingly in sync with the Prison falling around her.
As Lily slowly stood back up, the largest Kathar cooly walked over and slammed its fist into the side of her jaw, knocking her glasses off of her face. Lily only seethed in pain as she put a hand up to the cheek, softly pressing against it. A tall and lanky kathar decided it wanted its shot next. So, it slowly reached down into its boot and pulled out a rusty and jagged knife. Lily only caught sight of the knife when it was already too late to fight back. The lanky kathar calmly walked over and plunged the knife into Lily's spleen with all of the force it could summon up.
This time, Lily let out a blood-curdling scream. "DIN JÆVLA TIPSE!" She shouted in her native tongue, unsure of what else she could do. She fell back, curling up, trying to protect herself as best she could.
However, it wasn't any good. The Kathar ruthlessly beat her, throwing kicks, stomps, and rocks. Making sure she, and her friends, got the message. And they did. Just not the message the Kathar intended.
After beating Lily to a near pulp, the Kathar picked her up and tossed her into a nearby bush, out of sight. This would have likely been the end of Lily's story. But, Luck, and maybe the Spirit, was on her side.
Only moments after the Kathar fled the scene of the bloodied snow, her dear friend was on a walk to clear his head. Ser Eric Fischer stops in his tracks, seeing the bloodied snow in front of him. He called out, hoping for a reply. "Hello?!"
Eric only got complete silence as a response. Not even his own echo returned the question. He drew his dagger, and cautiously stepped onward. Now only a couple of feet from the blood, he steps on something he did not see. It broke, like he had just stepped on glass. As Eric bent down to pick it up, he saw that it was indeed glass. Eric was holding a pair of glasses, and after some further examination, he recognised whose glasses they were.
Eric shouted his friend's name, as he looked around frantically. "LILY?!" This time, only a calm wind responded. Eric stopped himself, and faced the bloodied snow in front of him. He armed his dagger, and once more moved forward. In passing, Eric spotted something out of the corner of his eye. A shiny object. Not shiny like snow, but like metal. He moved to carefully pick it up and inspect the object, only to discover it was merely a medical needle, used to sew wounds shut. However, just before Eric tossed it into his pocket, he noted that the medical twine was still attached. He followed the string to a nearby bush, thick and covered in snow. Eric steeled himself as he slowly looked over the bush, dagger ready to slash at a foe. However, the only thing Eric found was a friend. His friend. Lily Janssen. Eric looked over Lily in fear for his friend's life, before carefully hoisting her over his shoulder, and carrying her to Greygate Clinic for treatment. At Greygate, Lily was stabilized by her comrades, Celianna Howlester and Elithina Hállëvandëia. However, she still remains unconscious. Her breaths are shallow, her skin is faded white, her heart beats slowly, and her forehead is cold.
She is still on the brink of death.
Tit for Tat:
The infliction of an injury or insult in return for one that one has suffered.
Lily decided to take a trip down to the Newtown Clinic to see if anyone needed assistance, or if there were supplies the Medical Regiment needed at Greygate that were available for purchase.
Mistake one: She went alone.
She found no one and no supplies. Either the Newtown Clinic was in a really bad situation and burned through their supplies, or a thief decided to visit the clinic. Lily chose to go with the second option as she picked up a needle and thread.
Mistake two: She took a shortcut.
Lily had been gone for longer than she should have, so she decided to take a run through Oldtown to get back to Greygate faster. As she was passing a staircase, she heard an odd sound. A ping. Like metal hitting the stone. Then a voice, rough and gravelly, called out to her. "Hey... You're that… Doctor Lily Janssen, right?"
Lily couldn't see who was speaking, as they remained concealed in the shadows. "Yes, that is me." She replied in a calm and soothing tone, her skin gaining a shimmer like the snow beneath her feet as she smiled that her name was getting around Regalia.
Mistake three: She responded.
"Good, Good…" The voice responded. "Then you're the same Doctor Lily Janssen who is friends with... Uhh... That Lady Novellia Fristadvlom, Ser Karp Kippings, Ser Eric Fischer, 'Duke' Leufred du Brierust, and uhh... Others that fought against Rikkira not too long ago, correct?" The voice sounded almost like it was reading off of a list.
Lily, at this point, was reasonably concerned as she took a half step back from where the voice was emanating from. "Why.. do you ask? No, wait. I have a better question. Who are you?" Lily steadied her voice as much as possible, but it didn't do much good."
"Why that's a simple enough question to answer. I am… Looking for someone like yourself," The gravelly voice responded. "You are, well. Weak. You know a lot of people, and are good friends with them, who fought and killed my kin." That last word resonated inside of Lily's eardrums like a bell as she realized what was going on. As the voice continued, the body attached to it stepped out from the shadows. A shirtless Kathar, with void script covering nearly every inch of skin, all the way to its neck.
Before Lily could even turn around to run away, a much larger kathar stood in her way. She blindly ran into it, bumped off of his chest, and fell to her ass on the ground. The large kathar only looked down at her and said. "No." In a stern, commanding voice.
As Lily looked to her last two routes of escape as she stood up, and more kathar came from the shadows, completely cornering her. There were four in total. Lily was alone and defenseless. She looked at the Kathar around her and steadied her breathing as she started to repeat an incantation. Her skin reflected light like quartz, her eyes gained a deep blue glow, and a light appeared behind her head, silhouetting her in lavender light. Her last defense, a Prison of Order started to form around her. "Throw a rock at her, the shield won't stop that," The gravelly voice commanded. And as all good henchmen do, they each found a rock that they liked the best and threw them at Lily one by one.
The first rock didn't even make it to the prison. The second made it past the barrier but landed between her feet. The last one, however, smacked Lily right in the stomach. All the air was punched out of her lungs, and the lights faded. She fell back down into the snow seemingly in sync with the Prison falling around her.
As Lily slowly stood back up, the largest Kathar cooly walked over and slammed its fist into the side of her jaw, knocking her glasses off of her face. Lily only seethed in pain as she put a hand up to the cheek, softly pressing against it. A tall and lanky kathar decided it wanted its shot next. So, it slowly reached down into its boot and pulled out a rusty and jagged knife. Lily only caught sight of the knife when it was already too late to fight back. The lanky kathar calmly walked over and plunged the knife into Lily's spleen with all of the force it could summon up.
This time, Lily let out a blood-curdling scream. "DIN JÆVLA TIPSE!" She shouted in her native tongue, unsure of what else she could do. She fell back, curling up, trying to protect herself as best she could.
However, it wasn't any good. The Kathar ruthlessly beat her, throwing kicks, stomps, and rocks. Making sure she, and her friends, got the message. And they did. Just not the message the Kathar intended.
After beating Lily to a near pulp, the Kathar picked her up and tossed her into a nearby bush, out of sight. This would have likely been the end of Lily's story. But, Luck, and maybe the Spirit, was on her side.
Only moments after the Kathar fled the scene of the bloodied snow, her dear friend was on a walk to clear his head. Ser Eric Fischer stops in his tracks, seeing the bloodied snow in front of him. He called out, hoping for a reply. "Hello?!"
Eric only got complete silence as a response. Not even his own echo returned the question. He drew his dagger, and cautiously stepped onward. Now only a couple of feet from the blood, he steps on something he did not see. It broke, like he had just stepped on glass. As Eric bent down to pick it up, he saw that it was indeed glass. Eric was holding a pair of glasses, and after some further examination, he recognised whose glasses they were.
Eric shouted his friend's name, as he looked around frantically. "LILY?!" This time, only a calm wind responded. Eric stopped himself, and faced the bloodied snow in front of him. He armed his dagger, and once more moved forward. In passing, Eric spotted something out of the corner of his eye. A shiny object. Not shiny like snow, but like metal. He moved to carefully pick it up and inspect the object, only to discover it was merely a medical needle, used to sew wounds shut. However, just before Eric tossed it into his pocket, he noted that the medical twine was still attached. He followed the string to a nearby bush, thick and covered in snow. Eric steeled himself as he slowly looked over the bush, dagger ready to slash at a foe. However, the only thing Eric found was a friend. His friend. Lily Janssen. Eric looked over Lily in fear for his friend's life, before carefully hoisting her over his shoulder, and carrying her to Greygate Clinic for treatment. At Greygate, Lily was stabilized by her comrades, Celianna Howlester and Elithina Hállëvandëia. However, she still remains unconscious. Her breaths are shallow, her skin is faded white, her heart beats slowly, and her forehead is cold.
She is still on the brink of death.
Tit for Tat:
The infliction of an injury or insult in return for one that one has suffered.
