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Hoping that Iomedae has chosen to forgive whatever transgression the warpriestess has made, Lilly steps forward to occupy one of the skeletons, swinging his blade at the undead.
Lilly shakes her head again at her ineptitude, wondering what she had done to offend Iomedae. Shrugging, she vows to have a vigil after their mission was finished. In the meantime, she stood to the side, letting the more observant party members search the area before she gets ready to press on.
"Flynn! Keep their head ringing!"
Lilly, caught by surprise, starts for a moment as the creature appears and attacks her companion. Collecting herself, she says a prayer to Iomedae, hoping for a bit of guidance for her rather poor swordsmanship. She lunges at the creature, swinging heavily.
Lilly picks up a stone and casts light on it, then tosses it over to Flynn. "There you go, boxman." She grins, holding her sword at the ready as she scans futilely for their enemy.
Lilly shifts her head around, trying to listen for their elusive target. Her brow furrows as she doesn't hear anything, Cheshire's instructions bringing her into focus. "Just let me know when, and I can cast a spell of light upon the location."
Lilly hissed as she took another glancing blow from the creature's claw before Flynn made it go splode. Her eyes narrow as she searches for the second one everyone was talking about, holding her longsword and shield out before her.
Lilly barely has time to register the lack of flesh or extra arms before the man is upon her! She fends off most of the blows, but one manages to snake through her reflexive defenses, gashing her shoulder. She quickly calls upon the Inheritor to heal her wounds, then lashes out at the creature.
Not wanting to be caught by surprise, and thinking that an aggressive tactic is what is needed, Lilly proceeds over to the right in the general direction Variel pointed out. She peers over her shoulder to make sure her companions follow.
With a short prayer to Iomedae, Lilly calls forth a divine light on her shield, renewing it when it seems about to fade.
Lilly shakes her head. "If it wishes to flee, I am more than happy to let it be on its way. I think I need to change my diet or something...I have been less than effective these last couple days." The warpriestess takes a look around now that they are no longer under immediate threat.
"The tracks seem thickest and most current this way. I think we should follow them."
Lilly grimaces as she feels her movements hindered by the sticky substance on the ground. Not able to set her feet quite right, she swings at the abomination again anyway.
Lilly nodded to Celest, not really sure what was going on. Still, it seemed safe to say that geographically they were nowhere near Torch. As the tentacle broke the ground, Lilly's eyes widened in surprise. A brutal blow from the appendage has her wincing in pain. She calls upon her goddess's blessings, her wounds healing themselves as she rushed at the creature, longsword singing.
Lilly takes a look around at the new room casually, glancing over at Flynn at Cheshire's words, waiting for the 'box man' to finish inspecting things before continuing.
Looking back, Lilly quickly realizes they had taken to 'ass kicking' both times, the warpriestess herself with obvious relish against the hated abominations. She speaks reluctantly, "Perhaps we could attempt to parley next time, much good that it will do."
Lilly nods as she looks through the wreckage in the larger room. "Yes, yes, you can clearly see there have been many hands in this room recently. Hopefully we're close." Her brow furrows as they enter the smaller room and see an apparent dead end. Furtively, she glances about for another way down, or anything else of interest.
Lilly takes a look around as the group enters the strange chamber.
Seeing the open door to the south, she looks to her companions, "It is likely that the other groups followed or went through the open doors, yes? Shall we continue down that path?"
Lilly looks to Flynn first. If the rogue makes no move to stop the others from strong-arming the door open, she moves to help Variel lift the door, calling Iomedae's blessing down to aid her and Variel's efforts.
As the group nears the next obstacle in their path, Lilly inspects the grey panel, looking for a level, button, or some other obvious thing that could open the portal in front of them.
Lilly listens to Flynn, then nods. "Yes, you were quite effective, Flynn. Time to give credit where it is due. Now shut up so we can try to hear."
+1 = 8! Gained Fervor 1d6 3/day Fort/Will up +1 Gained a 0 & 1st level spell Skills: Climb
Lilly grimaces in frustration. Seeing that Celest and Flynn seem to be having better luck with this particular foe, she steps behind Flynn and calls upon a portion of Iomedae's grace, giving him keen insight into their foe.
Brow knitting together as she grows steadily more frustrated, Lilly again attacks the hated abomination.
Keeping her tone neutral, Lilly responds to Flynn, "Aye, it seems I need a bit more practice with the longsword, tis true. But Iomedae favors the longsword. And if I used a two-handed weapon, I wouldn't have a shield to interpose between myself and my enemy."
If there is space for Lilly to close in and attack:
Lilly closes with the mechanical contraption, her brow furrowed in righteous fury. She had hated these kinds of things since she could remember, and they always seemed to reinforce why she hated them whenever she started to forget.
If there isn't: Lilly steps up behind Flynn, touching his shoulder lightly as she calls upon her matron. Iomedae's grace flows into the roguish fellow, and he seems to feel he understands the nature of the battle better, able to anticipate the attacks and defenses of the monstrosity they are facing with a higher degree of accuracy.
Seeing the robotic thing emerge and start clamoring about, Lilly's brow sets in determination as her legs start pumping, taking her within the creature's reach as she swings her newly purchased weapon at the mechanical monstrosity. Unfortunately, the clanging of the portcullis seriously distracts her, and she nearly trips over her own feet as she glances back to see what happened.
Lilly shrugs, not particularly interested in whether or not the contraption worked. Truth be told, the folks around this area put too much stock in gadgets and whirligigs. Things like that tended to break down on you, or fail. Or worse. The warpriestess proceeds forth, near the front of the group, longsword drawn with a soft sound of metal on leather. "Let's move on. Even though our quarry is likely long dead, we must do our best to determine their fate."
Lilly, as usual, ignores most of the banter going on about her, though she does show Variel a gracious smile when he makes mention of her comment. She shrugs about the marching order, not really having much of a preference. She is still trying to power through some of Flynn's slang, but realizes his comment is about him trusting her with his back. She flushes, suddenly ashamed of her constant irritation with the man. As the party makes its way into the short corridor, the warpriestess looks both north and south, wanting to make sure no more surprises lay in wait in piles of junk.
Lilly goes through with the disgusting underwater trek stoically, accepting the grime as part of her 'job'. As they continue along, she remarks to Variel and Cheshire. "We seem to have cleared out most of the rest of the complex. Oh yeah, we have a tentative truce with the skulks living here, so don't be alarmed when we come upon them. As for the portal, we know little about it...other than it is almost surely the way that Councilman Khonnir used on his expedition." The warpriestess advances with her cold iron weapon drawn, looking about warily.
Lilly turns her dark eyes upon the two bickering. "Enough, you two. Lilly is going to get a longsword, because ultimately it is Lilly's decision! Enough of this! The last thing we need is you two running forward to try to claim more kills when we should be working together as a team." The warpriestess adds a glare to Cheshire on top of it, just for giggles.
Feeling much better with her equipment situation, Lilly calms some, still giving both Celest and Flynn glances that one would give a petulant child.
Chuckling as she turns to Variel, she shakes her head. "It was nothing. Being around Flynn too long can melt even the most stalwart resolve. You're fine, sir." She smiles at the elf, warm brown eyes crinkled slightly in amusement. After procuring the cold iron longsword, Lilly seems to feel much better about things, putting it through a few experimental swings before sheathing it.
Lilly looks rather disgusted with all the gamesmanship going on, and nods to Doctor Rhaym. "It seems it would be wise to invest in a weapon of cold iron. I shall buy a sword, then I will be ready to delve back beneath the hill for another run."
Lilly nods at Flynn's latest words. "Though we have been unsuccessful at finding the missing councilman, we have been down and back again twice, which is more than any other party delving beneath could say. And it is true that I would benefit from a bit of preparation at the beginning of a melee instead of having to charge right in. You both, well, all three of you will be a valued addition to the team." She smiles a bit, willing to let Flynn assert leadership for the moment. It didn't hurt anything, and no matter his personal quirks he did make fairly good team decisions.
Giving Cheshire a flat stare, she arches a dark brow, "Of course I am a woman. I am just not Flynn's woman...I believe he already has a bedfellow were I interested." She turns her attention briefly to Flynn. "Which I am not, good sir. Though you have turned into a rather stalwart companion." At Variel's mystical words she startles briefly as the disgusting mess soiling her clothes is magically whisked away. She sighs and then offers a smile as he offers her hand a kiss, her brown eyes warm, "A true gentleman. I am glad such a courtly fellow has offered to join us. You and the other one should balance each other out, I would think." As the bottle is smashed against the wall, she rolls her eyes, not really caring who did it...strongly suspecting it is either Flynn or Celest. She turns back to Variel, "Perhaps Khonnir would know best...but his whereabouts are unknown. With how long he has been beneath the hill, he's likely dead."
The tall, dark-haired woman bristles at Cheshire's comment about being one of 'Flynn's Women'. "I'm fine looking after myself, sir." She says this in an affronted tone, clearly offended. She then turns toward Variel, extending a hand. "Lilly, a pleasure to meet you. What is going on here is us four about to delve deeper into the complex beneath the extinguished flame. We came to see if anybody was interested in helping out." She gives the gnome a wary glance, clearly weary after the time in the dungeon.
Lilly nods wearily at the Doc's suggestion. Though they had not been in the caverns that long, the fight with the little miscreants had drained her, and now they had a plausible lead. Time to get some extra beef and go figure out what exactly happened to the other still-missing groups.
Lilly looks at the door with its strange circular opening, wondering what had caused the perfect circle to form in the metal. She chuckles, waving Flynn forward with her shield arm. "You're up, box man."
"It seems as though we should go through this same wall, then, if we are to discover what has happened to the others."
Lilly's brow crinkles in confusion, at first, then she remembers the purple-haired woman in town, nodding. "Curious. Not quite what we were expecting, but let us see if it holds any worth." She proceeds to lead the others away after she helps gather up the items. "So, friends, where to next? We still have a missing councilman to find."
The warpriestess quaffs the potion with a grateful smile to Doc.
She then turns to the others, her manner apologetic. "I'm sorry...I should have listened but I figured that such a little creature surely couldn't be dangerous. I will endeavor to do better next time."
Lilly gives Celest an awkward grin as she tries to dodge the little creatures' attacks. "Yes, thank you. I'll buy you a drink later, if I'm not lying on top of this mound of junk."
Lilly grits her teeth, shaking her head. "Just kill the damned things, guys. I might not be able to hit them, but I'm also harder to hit."
Lilly breathes a sigh of relief at the brief respite she has received, but grits her teeth determinedly, wading back in. She slashes at another of the beasts, hoping that through sheer force she can cut them down.
The warpriestess, in major trouble, lashes out with her blade, hoping to still at least one of the little bastards.
Lilly continues stepping back, trying to escape the dangerous flank the little creatures have caught her in (up and right).
Suddenly nearly surrounded, Lilly steps back and right (up and right on the map), then attacks the...thing...that is upon her.
Lilly pursues, attempting to swing at the little bastard now that he had been scorched by the Doc's bomb.
"Dammit, why didn't we see that little bastard!?" Lilly moves to her left and towards the creature, trying to circle around so she and Flynn are attacking from opposite sides of the creature.
Lilly sighs, giving the rubble a wary glance.
She nods to Celest. "That is true...but there lies the way forward, so here we go." With that, she starts to slide down the sides of the cavern, starting to slowly move forward through the uneven mounds as they proceed forward. She allows Flynn the opportunity to pass her and keep a lookout, the warpriestess acknowledging that the rogue's eyes for such thing are far better than her own.
Lilly shrugs, drawing her sword and shield. "When in a labyrinth like this, you're supposed to hug a wall and keep to it. Let's go north and see what happens." If no one objects, she leads the group north, keeping her eyes open for danger.
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