<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/6TA8vR9.jpg)</div><strong>Lilith Wynne, Human Infernal Mistress</strong><br/><br/>Lilith's personal torrential shower lasts a few minutes, her body quickly ridding itself of mud and grime while leaving her skin gleaming in the full moon night. Her figure was still as imposing as ever, but the way the young woman carried herself seemed a slight bit different, so the other three noted. When aboard ship or 'on duty', Lilith was very high-strung, always looking around and watching each member of the crew for the slightest hint, the tiniest waver in their resolve... so that she might let crack the fury of her whip and her own temper to bring not only the offender back in line, but any others in the crew who might be about to waver...<br/><br/>But now, without the threat of she herself being 'punished', or needing to set an example for an entire ship, the former Quartermaster seemed positively 'relaxed' in comparison. Her words were not as barbed, her motions not so precise or harsh... but to think she had gone soft, they all knew, was a mistake entirely. Even as she dressed herself in the same strap, lace, leather and silken attire that she always wore aboard ship... even as she strapped the massive metal armor to her left arm, flexing the mounted claws at her fingertips with loving familiarity and strapping not one, but two coiled whips and an ornate longsword to her hip... her fierce appearance seemed more intact perhaps than ever. This was a new setting... and she appeared very much like she wasn't about to let her standing slip, even amongst her fellow Betrayed.<br/><br/>Reaching into her haversack, Lilith began producing a few items, seemingly at random... sometimes her lips turning in an amused expression, but others a more annoyed face takes it's place. Lengths of small chain, a black-metal holy symbol of some description, several wooden chest-like boxes, manacles, a long pole and canvas that she returns to the haversack before retrieving it fully, before finally saying a word that sounds so vile and full of hate, malice and contempt that it's sudden expression practically echoes across the island despite it's modest volume. ((She spat out the Inferal word for "Fuck!"... I thought the expression fit.)<br/><br/><strong>"I'm missing several sets of my personal manacles... and I've only the tools I kept on me..."</strong>she says as the echo of the infernal curse fades.<strong>"But at least I have most of my things."</strong>she says to no one specific, producing a large red gem from her haversack before fastening the bag to her back. The gem is instantly memorable... as it appeared to be On-Fire. Endless flames, bursting from the gem itself, licked up her metal-clawed hand as she held it casually. The gem radiated light much like a torch would in the night... and before the eyes of all in attendance Lilith casually tossed the gem skyward where it suddenly stopped, hovering above her head as if suspended by an invisible hand. The flaming gem, in defiance of all common sense and non-magical logic, follows along with the former Quartermaster as she steps forward once more to rejoin the group a few dozen feet away, her magical floating gem providing illumination to the continued efforts.<br/><br/><strong>"Now then... since I am once more nearly whole..."</strong>she says extending her clawed hand with palm opened towards the hole...<em><strong>"RIME!"</strong></em>she calls out with force to her word, and from the extended metal arm erupts a constant stream of radiant blue frosted energy to slam into the wet sand that threatened to continually surge back into their digging hole. The constant beam of radiant frost continues, freezing and chilling the watery sand and holding it fast, preventing the progress the group had been making from being undone by the passage of time.<br/><br/>The blast continues until the area is chilled enough to allow only forward progress to remain, only then does Lilith close her hand, taking the energy with it.<strong>"That... should allow your work to continue with much greater ease, Mr. Black. Mr. Redsky! If you are still capable of the arcane without damage to yourself, I'll ask you to do so again. I want to waste no more time here than is necessary. Ms. Volee, I am uncertain of your skillsets, so if your skills to not extend to the mystical that can aid in this task, I'll ask you to aid me by fastening this chain to the chests as they are exposed."</strong>she says, producing a 20ft length of chain from her haversack and extending it to Noemi.<br/><br/><strong>"As each chest is unearthed, we will fasten this chain, and then together... all four of us..."</strong>she gives a glance to Arafel before looking back down to Noemi, the much taller woman easily standing just above 6 feet without the aid of the boots she was wearing,<strong>"...will pull them from the earth instead of simply flailing away at this problem like children. And then... if you all so wish... I will provide you with the same downpour that cleansed me."</strong>she says all with confidence and authority as she holds out the length of chain...