"Who are-" Lucca saw the dagger and stopped in mid sentance. The man who had suddenly appeared in her room probably intended to sneak up on her while she was reading. Luckily, she glanced up to look out the window and caught him in the corner of her eye. He was a human, tall, brown hair and looked fairly strong. At first she assumed he was lost. Candlekeep Library was a popular stop for travelling scholars and the wealthy. Sometimes these tourists would forget that people actually lived inside the library. She thought this man was one such person. That assumption only lasted a second though - she saw he was holding a dagger in his hand.
The man seemed surprised himself that his sneak attept had failed. He composed himself a lot faster than she did however. He began to bolt at her.
"Guards!" She screamed as she jumped up from her desk. Seconds mattered. She made a grab for anything she could off of her desk to ward off her attacker. Luckily she happened to be drinking a glass of Firewine while she sat there. She had just enough time to smash him in the face with it as he lunged at her.
Her Elvan dexterity matched with a fresh bottle to her opponants face helped her evad the first attack. The man threw his dagger across the room as he covered his face and screamed in pain. She had to make it past him. If she could do that she could run and get help. Her desk was boxxed in between two corners of the room - the only way out was to brush by her attacker.
She did so without hesitation - but her attempt failed. The man noticed her and threw his weight behind his elbow - he knocked her hard in the gut and smacking her down too the floor. Before she could squirm away the man managed to grab hold of her leg.
"You'll pay for that wretch!" He growled. Lucca turned her head back to see an angry, bloody mad man. He reached down to his leg with his other hand - he had another dagger! Lucca attempted to grab it before he could but he just jerked her leg, causing her to tumble onto her back.
"What in the Nine Hells is do you think yer doing scumbag!" A familiar voice boomed.
Thank the gods it was Hull.
The man immediately dropped her and turned his attention to the Watcher. She managed to scurry away while Hull closed in with his quarter staff. The man freed his second dagger and tried to attack the Watcher. For his transgression Hull smacked the dagger out of his hands.
Paniced, the man turned and made towards the window.
"There's no escape that way you idiot!" Hull yelled at him as the fool dove through the window. He fell four stories. Hull ran towards the window and briefly looked down. Confirming the attackers death, he turned his attention towards Lucca.
"Hull, I think you just saved my life!" Lucca groaned.
"Who in the Hells was that?" Hull looked worried. "You owe someone money or somethin'?"
"I have no idea." Lucca frowned.
Two other Watcher's entered her room having heard the screams. Hull directed them to fetch her foster father, Gorion, and inform administrator Ulrant of what had happened. In the meantime Lucca had gotten up off the floor and moved over to her bed. she fell onto it. That few seconds had taken the energy right out of her.
Hull waited with her while Gorion was being summoned. Hull questioned her for an hour, taking breaks only when his brothers in the watch came in with new information about the attacker. She reiterated that she had no idea who that man was, or why he tried to kill her. Lucca had lived in the secluded Library fortress her entire life - there was no way she could have enemies. Due to this Hull eventually concluded that the attacker, now identified by the Gate Warden as Carbos, targetted her at random and that she was no longer in danger on account of him being dead.
As if it was any comfort...
Finally Gorion arrived. She stood up and embraced her father. He had been her caretaker her entire life. Having never known her real parents this grey bearded old Human was all she had for family, but also all she needed.
"Are you alright child?" Gorion asked.
"I'll survive." Lucca sighed and detached from her hug.
"This is the first an attack happened in this keep under my watch...." Hull said. "Normally I just have to knock the sense into my drunken brothers..."
"Thank you for your expediance Hull. With any luck it'll be the last time." Gorion replied.
"For today it will be at least." Hull glanced over at her and smiled reassuringly. "The Watch is on full alert, we're shaking down every bloody guest in this keep. Likely you'll have to apologize to Administrator Ulrant for the inconvinance BUT at least he won't kill yea for it."
Lucca managed a chuckle through her unease. He was probably right about Ulrant getting angry at her.
"I understand Hull." Gorion replied. "I'd like some time alone with my daughter, if that's alright."
"Of course." Hull replied. "I'm sure you can handle things from here, I'll go report to the Gate Warden."
"Thank you again Hull, I appreciate it!" Lucca said.
"No problem, aiding damsels in distress is what I do!" He stated. "Granted it's usually Phlydia and the aiding is a lot more mundane." He muttered as he walked away.
Gorion watched Hull as he disappeared though the door. Then waited until he could no longer hear the Watcher moving down the hall. He turned to her with a very concerned expression on his face.
"I'm alright." Lucca tried to ease him. "Really!"
"We need to leave Candlekeep Luciana..." Gorion replied.
"What why?" Lucca replied. "It was a random attack and nothing more! We're still safe here!" She said. The thought had crossed her mind that the attacker was from Gorion's past. In his youth he was an adventurer and likely had enemies. When she was very young they moved to Candlekeep so he could raise her safely.
If he thought his enemies had caught up with him he'd want to flee with her again. But she felt he was being paranoid. Carbos didn't come after him.
"We are not." Gorion sighed. "You have to trust me when I tell say you are no longer safe here. You may have survived the first assassination attempt, but more will follow."
"Assassination attempt?" Lucca stuttered. "What do you mean? Is there something you're not telling me?"
"I wish I could tell you child, but there are too many ears within the keep. We need to leave and travel east to the Friendly Arm Inn. I have some old friends waiting for us there..." Gorion said.
"You've thought this out..." Lucca whimpered.
"I sent the message the moment I learned you had been attacked." Gorion said.
"This is all a bit overwhelming..." Lucca steped back towards her bed. "I think I need to sit down..."
Gorion grabbed a pouch of coins off his belt.
"Take all the time you need, but be ready to travel at dusk tonight." He said.
She took the pouch of coins.
"Alright father..." She sighed. "But I expect an explanation once we're outside Candlekeep!"
"I promise you, everything will be revealed in time." He gazed at her sorrowfully. "I'm sorry, but I need to go speak with Ulrant now. Go to Winthrops when your ready."
The old man turned from her and headed out the door. Lucca sat there, staring down at the gold. Processing everything that had happened. She was so confused, and now a little afraid. She decided it was best to do exactly what her father said. Try not to dwell on situation - The unknowns would drive her mad.
Finally she left her room and made her way through the library. At this point many people had heard of the attack. Lucca had to stop many times to assure those concerned that everything was alright.
In her free moments she wondered what it was like outside the keep. Even with her currented troubles, the Sword Coast was currently undergoing it's own. For the past year she had been hearing of an Iron Crises wrecking havok on the region. The main source of Iron in the Sword Coast Region was the Nashkel Mines just beyond the boarder of the nation of Amn. Lately it had been producing tainted ore, which caused everything from weapons to simple tools to deteriorate quickly and break. To make the situation even more dire, the two major bandit clans of the region, The Black Talons and The Chill, had started stepping up raids on caravans and unprotected settlements throughout Baldur's Gate. The local Militia, The Flaming Fist, was doing it's best to get a handle on the situation - to no avail. The situation likely wouldn't improve until Amn dealt with it's tainted Iron.
The entire region was desperate and they were about to step right into it...
As she pondered a hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder. Fearing another assassin she screamed in surprised as the unknown figure pushed her against the wall. It was a young woman with brown hair and eyes. One she knew very well.
"Imoen you annoying little-" Lucca gritted. "I told you to stop doing that!"
"Just practicing my sneak sis'!" Imoen patted her on the shoulder and grinned. "Certainly a lot of hung over guards wondering around today. I've got enough loose change for a few flagons of mead.. But enough about that! How are you today?"
"Didn't you hear, I was attacked!" Lucca stated.
"What?!" Her jaw dropped. "Who the heck would wanna hurt you, you're like the second best person in this place! Obviously me being the first OF COURSE!"
"I have no idea Imoen, maybe enemies of Gorion!" Lucca replied. "I've been given some gold and asked to ready myself for travel."
"Can I come?" Imoen frowned.
"I seriously doubt Gorion would allow that." Lucca sighed.
"Oh I know that!" She scowled at her. "I meant to the store with you oaf!"
"Of course, of course, come help me shop!" Lucca smiled.
"Yea I'll make sure you get the best deal with ol'Puffgutts!" Imoen replied with her nickname for Winthrop.
"What about this?" Imoen grabbed a green cap and tossed it over Lucca's blond hair. "It goes with that green dress yer wearing. Also have you considered dying that pale hair of yours? Maybe brown like mine!"
"I need weapons and armor, not hats and shoes... well... Maybe a good pair of boots..." Lucca pondered.
"Yea but yer not gonna be dressed in leather and chain all the time - you're going to need to look good! Elves are very classy, just look at old Firebead!" Imoen stated. Lucca glanced over to see the old Elf in his fancy, also green, Mage Robes devouring porriage. His Elvan ears picked up Imoen's statement and he slowly lowered his spoon back into his porriage and caughed. He glanced at Lucca wearily.
"Well... That hat does look good..." Lucca sighed and looked back down at the cap.
"I thought you'd like it! You need to listen to me more often!" Imoen said.
"Just make sure I get a Long Sword and Chainmail OK." Lucca glanced nervously at Winthrop.
"Of course." Winthrop replied.
While securing her equipment she noticed Imoen grab some studded leather of her own and move towards the weapons.
"You're not going." Lucca repeated.
"Yea, yea I heard yea, Gorion would never allow it." Imoen said. "I'm just trying stuff on alright?!"
"I'm going to miss you yea know." Lucca saddened.
"I'm sure we'll see eachother again soon." Imoen replied.
"Right! I'll be sure to come back for you when I'm a seasoned adventurer!" Lucca grinned.
"More likely you'll be comin' back to me for help!" Imoen smirked. "Just stay alive long enough for me to bail you out ok?"
"I promise to try." Lucca sighed.
Once her buisness was concluded Lucca gave her old friend Imoen a farewell hug and said goodbye. She made her way to the front gates of the keep where Gorion was waiting for her.
"I hope you're ready child, we need to get to the Friendly Arm Inn as quickly as possible. The road will be dangerous but I'm confident I can keep you safe if you stick close to me." Gorion greeted her.
"Who will we be meeting at the Friendly Arm again?" Lucca asked.
"Some old aquintances of mine; Minsc and Dynaheir. They will wait a tenday for either of us to appear, so if we become separated it is imparative that you make your way to them as quickly as possible. They're a Rashemei couple and shouldn't be too hard to spot - They will also be looking for you."
"Very well... Let's get this show on the road... as they say..." Lucca replied.