Deciding it best to save her other healing spell to help her comrades if it is needed by the end of the day Siobhán acts out of desperation and slashes at the queen with her dagger.
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Potential 'mighty' damage (1d4-1=1)
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Swallowing hard Siobhán steps forward, approaching the Sea King on shaking legs. "I'm sorry your majesty, but it is no longer your time, and you should rest." She tells the unseeing man, reaching out nervously and placing a hand against his chest as a light green glow surrounds her fingertips.
Healaugh starts methodically working his way down the right hand wall. Siobbhán follows suit, working her way slowly and patiently down the left hand wall, trailing her fingertips over it's surface as she prays to the powers that be to help them find a way away from the cursed island.
Siobhán remains quiet, seemingly traumatised over the passing of the old man but not wanting to drag the mood down by commenting. Her body quaking a little she gives a nod at Melisana's suggestion. "Perhaps we should spread out and explore in depth" She offers quietly "Normally I'd want us to stick together but we don't have much time"
Siobhán silently follows the group, letting them take the lead and trying not to get too depressed over how dire the situation has become. As they reach the molding tapestry her attention is caught and she looks closely at it, unable to suppress her inner historian even in the lifethreatening situation.
In utter shock Siobhán kneels beside the old man's crumpled form and gently rolls him into a more comfortable position so she can check his vital signs and ensure he will be alright, despite the attack she doesn't want to see him die as well. Her head hung as she works she silently cries, emptions frayed she just wants to go home, if her village will have her back after her unexplained absence.
"Please Coinneach! Don't do this!" Siobhán pleads through the pain of the unexpected wound he gave her as she scrabbles to open the scroll and read the magical words on it, all the while feeling a little guilty for using one of the Sea King's treasures on the poor man.
Siobhán smiles sadly and bows her head a little at Coinneach's words "Aye, you had to do right by him, he was lucky to have you" She murmurs faintly before looking over the map thoughtfully. "'Go Slow Hallway' .. is it trapped? or just unsteady?" She questions in a worried tone.
Siobhán gives a pained sound at seeing Tresmeer fall, feeling her heart crushed and any remaining colour drain from her face. Tears in her eyes the alfkinder turns and flees with the others as quickly as she can.
Siobhán hurries as best she can, trying not to stumble in her sudden overwhelming fear over how important this very moment was to the groups survival. Keeping quiet she makes plans in the back of her mind as to how she can hold up the approaching Fhoi Myore herself so the others can get away if all else fails.
Unsure if the two torches alone will be enough for the entire group Siobhán kneels herself beside the shaft and lightly places her hand Healeaugh's spear. "You won't need one of the torches when you have Brigid with you" She murmurs with a kind smile before uttering a quick spell, lighting up the tip of the weapon.
Siobhán makes a soft surprised sound as she's tugged along by the old man. Clutching the stick and the scroll she's been told shound be hers tightly to her chest she silently follows along, not feeling the need to make any sort of comment.
Still unsure of herself Siobhán looks around for a more intelligent course of action. Thinking on her feet she looks at the two Yrchs. "Leave us be!" She tells them solidly, throwing her arms wide and casting a spell, the only spell she has that has the potential of scaring them away or at least drawing their attention to her and away from the others. Unleashing a gallon of water, she gives the two monsters a look that implies she can do a lot worse to them if they don't back off, all the while worrying they'll see through her.
Siobhan hangs back, unsure of what to do.
Siobhán presses a finger to her lips as Coinneach and Healaugh start discussing the spear before quietly starting to follow the pull of the wand again.
"It seems you were fated to get this one" Siobhán remarks simply with a smile as she looksover the beautiful spear in the halfling's hands. Leaving Healaugh to admire is new weapon she looks sadly over the books on the floor before moving onwards, following the will of the magical stick in her hands once more.
"Something did die, the books" Siobhán replies in a shocked and somewhat distressed voice at seeing so many old books in such a state. Stepping into the room she breaths gently through her mouth to avoid the worst of thestench as she hunts out the treasure.
Siobhán blinks slowly at Brand's outburst and after a moment she shakes her head a little. "I'm not one for grand feasts or being a hero" She utters quietly "I just want to help people, if they'll trust me enough to let me.." Smiling sadly she listens at the door to the room that contains more magic and utterly sure there can't possibly be anything on the other side she opens the door.
Siobhán looks uncertainly at the piece of paper "I have my pendant as well, this just feels greedy" She confides uncertainly "I just want to get all of you home, I don't need any treasure" She tells the group quietly as she starts to follow where the wand leads her once more.
Siobhán keeps hold of the stick, clutching it to her chest "As I have this and the gift from the goddess it doesn't seem fair that I should be claiming anything else. Perhaps one of you should pick this up."
Siobhán moves carefully and quietly, following the guidance of the stick and the excitable halfling.
Siobhán shakes her head a little at the halflings enthusiasm and apparent need to drive her ever onwards. She stays still for a moment besides Ynyr, concentrating on the dagger and the stick she has in had she tries to glean any more information she can about the treasure and who it would be best suited to.
Siobhán carefully follows the sticks guidance and helps Haelaugh in his hunting.
Shaking her head a little at the abundance of excitement around her Siobhán steps through the door, following her instincts and the wand.
Siobhán walks at a steady pace across the room, making sure she doesn't miss anything. Focusing on the door in the opposite wall she approaches it and puts her ear against this one as well, not wanting to lead the others into a room full of violent creatures.
Gently, and a little worriedly, Siobhán pushes the door open.
Overly cautious Siobhán shifts closer to the door and listens at it, just in case.
Siobhán quickly follows the magic of the red stick, moving across the room and to the tapestry. "There's something here" She tells the group as she carefully moves the fabric aside.
Siobhán wanders around the room she's been ushered into, holding gently and respectfully onto the wand and waiting patiently to see if it senses anything. A small excited smile appears on her elfin features as it begins to sink it that she's carrying a magical item and more than that, a magical item that's a part of history.
Siobhán smiles gently as she feels the power of the stick "I think we should move on, we need to check on Tresmeer and I can let you know if I feel anything from the stick."
Siobhán gives a tiny, quiet yelp at being shoved by the halfling before regaining composure and focusing instead on the stick. Holding the magical item gently she focuses on it, trying to get a feel for it as she has been designated the one to handle it.
"Of course I'm willing to carry the stick, if you all feel that's right." Siobhán replies gently with a weak smile, looking over those gathered around her, her eyes resting on Coinneach last, especially wanting his approval as he knew the great woman it once belonged to.
"Alfar?" Siobhán repeats a little uncertainly before reaching for the stick "What can you tell us about this?"
Siobhán makes a small suprised and sad sound at hearing the pucha squawk in pain. Casting one last look over in Tresmeer's direction to make sure he's still alright she steps forward and into the room with the others. Tucking her hair behind her ears she kneels in front of the creature with a gentle smile. "I'm Siobhán" She introduces herself slowly and clearly "Who are you? and can you tall me anything about the stick?" She asks, hoping to open more friendly communications with the pucha, the more information the better in this situation.
Caught by surprise as Bran launches himself into the room Siobhán watches a little helplessly, trying to keep an eye both on the group ahead and on the wandering Tresmeer.
Siobhán stands between the two seperated groups with a worried look etched on her young face. Slowly she looks down at Healaugh and gives a weak smile. "Thanks, I guess it was foolish of me to expect him to listen.." She replies in a sad whisper.
"Tresmeer!" Siobhán calls out in a whisper after the shepherd as he starts to move away from the group. "We should all stay together" She adds as she follows and grabs hold of his wrist in an attempt to stop his progress down the corridor.
Moving as quietly as she can Siobhán scans the corridors carefully, knowing that she has the best chance of spotting anything. As she notices how close Healaugh stays a small, thankful, if a little confused, smile comes to her lips.
Smiling gently Siobhán offers her hand to Coinneach. "Come on, I need your help to make sure the others aren't doing anything daft without us to keep an eye on them" She announces with a small friendly expression.
Coinneach's Room: Spoiler: Watching the old man's distress with sad eyes Siobhán moves closer and loosely wraps her arms around him. "I know, they really had no right, it's utterly fiendish.. but you need to tell us, was there anything important to you in here? Maybe that at least we can rescue for you.."
Following the pair Siobhán stands in shock as the two split up, heading in different directions. Frozen in place she gives a tiny gasp as Coinneach starts to rant. Hurrying after the old man she places a reassuring hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him. "Shh.. they're monsters. What they've done is awful, but better they did it to your room than to you, right?" She quickly whispers.
"Oh.. alright" Siobhán agrees quietly before quickly silencing herself and looking toward the floor timidly. Tugging nervously on a strand of her hair she appears to be in deep thought over the task ahead.
"Might I suggest that splitting up at all is utterly ill advised?" Siobhán pipes up a little shyly "We're all people of differing skills and need to stay together. The treasures might might help us, but maybe we should find the boat first, to know we have a route to our escape before the storm picks up"
Holding her breath in fear of making too much sound Siobhán quickly and closely follows Tresmeer and Coinneach into the manor.
Whilst naturally good at moving silently Siobhán is a little less lucky when it comes to trying to hide herself, ducking behing a bush that is a little too small, enough to cover her but not well.
Siobhán gives Melisana a weak, nervous smile as the group continues to stumble their way towards the manor.
Chewing on her lower lip in worry over the sound of the footfalls of her companions Siobhán silently prays to the deities for a little good luck and for the creatures in the manor to be a little deaf as she follows Coinneach.
Not put off by her stumbling companions, Siobhán at least moves with elven grace.
Siobhan moves quite quietly as she possibly can, a nervous look on her face, she's really not used to having to sneak around.
Siobhán nods slowly at the halflings words before being suddenly reminded of something. "Oh, Conall.." She starts taking the dagger she has been carrying and offering it to the hunter. "I took this from Hafkris, on the condition it would go to you when you were healed. I'm sorry I didn't remember sooner" She apologises meekly with a small smile. "I'm sure it will do better in your hands than mine"
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