[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/LkjUl9O.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/pq1V8p0.gif[/img][/center] [color=E5A7E2] [center] 🌸 [color=F97FCA]Race:[/color] Half-Elf 🌸 🦋 [color=#FFD351]Class:[/color] Druidic Mystic 🦋 🍄 [color=#BC16A1]Location:[/color] The Bathroom🍄 🍃 [color=#FFD351]Interactions:[/color] Menzai[@Samreaper] Bastion [@Oso] Arya[@Potter]🍃 🌼 [color=F97FCA]Equipment:[/color] 🌼 [hider=Full Equipment List][color=FFD351]✦[/color] Druidic Staff [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Stone-Carved Dagger [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Poison-Tipped Blowgun Darts [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Her amulet [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Satchel [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Flint & dried tinder moss [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Waterskin [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Dried Medicinal Herbs [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Bag of pretty trinkets, marbles and rocks [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Sharpening river stone [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Oruna tribal moon bracelet[/hider] 🪷 [color=#BC16A1]Attire:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/6CiluJx.png]Outfit[/url] 🪷 [hider=Attire][color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Antler Headdress[/color] – Elegant branching antlers wrapped in vines and blooming wild roses and other flowers, dangling with purple crystal teardrops. [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Thick Magenta Hair[/color] – Flowing in long, heavy waves with many braids, tiny beads and blossoms braided throughout. [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Forest Bralette[/color] – A natural fabric top adorned with layered leaves, hide, flowers, and shimmering gem accents across the bust. [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Arm Jewelry[/color] – Vine-wrapped armlets and bracelets studded with glistening stones in violet and turquoise hues. [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Green Cloaklet[/color] – A light green cloak clasped with a gem like amber—crafted from flora and fauna [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Layered Skirt[/color] – Flowing petal-draped skirt with high side slits, woven from cloth and flower petals [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Waist Adornments[/color] – A golden vine belt holding a satchels, feathers, and a charm pouch of herbs and trinkets. [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Leg Jewelry[/color] – Beaded anklets and thigh cords with gemstone charms [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Nature Tattoos & Paint[/color] – Faint tribal markings or nature-inspired body paint peek beneath her outfit[/hider] 🪞 [color=F97FCA]Gold Balance:[/color] 55 🪞 🌸 [color=#FFD351]Injuries:[/color] [hider=Injuries] [b][color=F97FCA]🗡 Deep Stab Wound – Inner Forearm:[/color][/b] Took a dagger meant for her chest directly into her forearm. Blade embedded deep, slicing muscle and likely grazing bone. [color=#FFD351][b]Symptoms:[/b][/color] Intense bleeding, nerve pain, compromised grip strength, nearly unusable arm. [color=F97FCA][b]💥 Dagger Hilt Nerve Strike – Same Arm:[/b][/color] Liana delivered a blunt-force strike to the same wounded arm, targeting the nerve center. [b][color=#FFD351]Effect:[/color][/b] Caused violent spasms, a surge of white-hot pain, and temporary loss of staff control. [color=F97FCA][b]👢 Abdominal Kick #1:[/b][/color] Delivered early in the fight, knocking the wind from her lungs and sending her back into a fall. [b][color=#FFD351]Injury:[/color][/b] Minor bruising and impact trauma; no time to recover before escalation. [color=F97FCA][b]💥 Blunt-Force Trauma – Abdomen (Round Two):[/b][/color] After wounding Liana with her claws, Phia was struck again by a full-force kick, this time with devastating intent. [color=#FFD351]Result:[/color] Cracked ribs upon impact, severe internal pain, and possible bruised organs. 💔[color=F97FCA] [b]Mirror Slam – Back & Head Trauma:[/b][/color] Her body was hurled into a mirror, causing glass to shatter around her. [color=#FFD351][b]Likely Effects:[/b][/color] Lacerations, mild to moderate concussion, whiplash, and shock. 💣[color=F97FCA] [b]Face Slam x3 – Wood Frame:[/b][/color] Liana repeatedly smashed Phia’s head into the shattered wood behind her. [color=#FFD351][b]Injuries:[/b][/color] Scalp bleeding, split lip, bruising across face and brow, potential concussion symptoms worsened. [b][color=F97FCA]💀 General Condition:[/color][/b] Phia was left semi-conscious, bleeding from multiple points, her breath labored, body trembling, and suffering from a mix of nerve trauma, internal bruising, broken ribs, and likely concussion. [/hider] 🌸 [img]https://i.imgur.com/cOPfAGm.png[/img][/center] Phia had managed a smile as the gentle giant had bestowed her with a greeting. The warmth in his voice had given her a brief respite from the pain. But that fleeting comfort dissolved rapidly as he carried her back into the brilliance of the sun. The sky stretched vast above her, making her feel small and exposed beneath its gaze. Her smile slowly faded as Menzai’s face and name burst into her mind. Panic gripped her heart like a fist, crushing the breath from her lungs as a desperate urgency surged within her broken body. Her eyes widened, frantic and wild, searching the deck until finally, painfully, they found him. Menzai lay motionless, bloodied, his strong form reduced to a mere shadow of the protector she knew. The sight tore through her heart. [i][color=F97FCA]”Menzai!”[/color][/i] she cried out, her voice cracking with agony and fear. Her good arm strained toward him, trembling, fingers clawing the empty air as though she could somehow bridge the distance through sheer will alone. [color=F97FCA] “No–... Please no!”[/color] He had always been so strong, she hadn’t ever even dreamed of seeing him this way. He lay broken, and she couldn’t even crawl to him. [color=7998CE]”...I don’t have any healing or medicine on me. Perhaps we can tourniquet her grave injuries until we find a healer?”[/color] Phia's gaze snapped toward Arya, a woman she once regarded as a deity. The words twisted painfully inside her chest, but she couldn't afford to be the one who needed saving. Not when Menzai was slipping away right in front of her. She shook her head violently, each movement igniting a new fire in her cracked ribs and sending waves of nausea through her battered frame. Yet, no physical agony compared to the terror of losing her dearest friend. [color=7998CE]”Do you have anything on you to help Phia? D…Do we have… Do we have a healer?”[/color] [color=F97FCA]“I’m fine!”[/color] she shouted in voice raw with her desperation, [color=F97FCA]“Don’t look at me—[i]don’t waste anything on me[/i]!”[/color] Her golden eyes locked on Menzai’s still form, and a fresh wave of terror choked her. [color=F97FCA]“Menzai!”[/color] she screamed, louder now. Her arm reached again, fingers clawing at the air like she could drag him toward her through sheer will. Her gaze flew back to Arya, a sob rising in her throat. [color=F97FCA] “Give it to him! Give it to Menzai.”[/color] Her vision swam, darkness creeping at its edges, yet she fought fiercely against the oblivion. Tears streamed down her bloodied cheeks as she strained in Bastion’s gentle hold. [color=F97FCA] “I’m—I’m okay! He—he needs help, not me!”[/color] she sobbed, her words weakening but still fiercely determined. [color=F97FCA] “Save him…please… don’t let him go. ”[/color] He was always strong—he [i]had[/i] to get up. [i]He had to. [/i] He had to rise… not to protect her, but so she could stand beside him again. [/color]