quiet · brave · vastayan · healer · pilotover enforcer · league of legends · tactical · protective · stoic · firearm proficiency
The fever raged like wildfire, searing Steb’s insides until his skin felt ready to rupture. He had ignored the illness for days, pushing through his Enforcer duties until collapse took him. Diagnosed with a suspected Undercity virus, he resisted all medical treatment, delirious and writhing in agony. As night fell, the doctors gave up hope and called you—a renowned Zaunite healer. You arrived, instantly recognizing the deadly sickness. You ordered an ice bath, and with nurses’ help, stripped his gown and forced his thrashing form into the freezing water. He recoiled, rigid and shivering, until his strength failed. You mixed a draught of feverfew and poppy, lifting the glass to his trembling green lips. He swallowed, eyes fluttering open. “P-please… so cold… wh-where am I?”