<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/6TA8vR9.jpg)</div><strong>Lilith Wynne, Human Infernal Mistress</strong><br/><br/>It became abundantly clear by anyone with a working pair of eyes, especially now that the area had become alight by the radiance of the suspended fire-gem, that Lilith's face had slowly been twisting into an expression of immense frustration. Her right hand coming to rest at her temple for a brief moment as Arafel stood to take charge in perhaps the most pompus way possible, while Noemi flaggrantly ignored her and the offered chain, walking away as she had extended the length of chain into her hands while asking her to assist them. And while Arafel was aiding with his magic and she with her spells and Dalen with his shoveling-muscles... Lilith grew frustrated further as the witch, of whom she was already moments away from slaying by the tip of her sword already, taunted her with the notion that she wasn't a leader, nor were they all working together, despite her attempts to organize them all to do so... when finally, it all snapped...<br/><br/>As a chest levitated from the sand below and as seductive words proceeded the calming words for a call to action... the sound of a sword unsheathing cut the eerie stillness of the night... looking over, Lilith stood defiant, her longsword slowly drawn to hand, and the metal-embraced whip of her Mistress held in her other-hand. The look on her face was nothing short of determinate and hostile... she had clearly been pushed too far. Her breathing, visible as her entire torso rose and fell slowly as her eyes looked between the three of her fellow Betrayed. The shadows framed the woman's angry silhouette, the fire light flickering across her eyes...<br/><br/><strong>"I've just had a thought... it would seem Blackbeard's methods... have some merit to them. So let me make this very clear..."</strong>she paused, kicking out with her foot and flinging the length of chain over to Noemi.<br/><br/><strong>"I've just walked through the void of death, and if I should meet it again today, then so be it. But at no point further will I stand for this... festival affair that I see around me. Our goal is to remove these chests from the sand, and we shall do so... here and now..."</strong>she slowly raises the longsword to point toward Noemi.<strong>"...or death will once more come to this island, and Blackbeard will have won. But at least I won't have to stand here and work while others posture, pose and lounge."</strong>she turns her eyes from Noemi to glare daggers at Arafel as he held the chest aloft.<br/><br/>Her words clearly envenomed, coming quicker and with more fury the longer she spoke,<strong>"And you... you give everything we noble houses stand for a bad name, your pompous posturing leaves a taste behind in my mouth of foul tavern worker sweat, your lack of focus on everything but your own nudity and your self-centered position of supposed leadership of this, what is only a sorry group of betrayed deck hands, errand boys, cargo-hold whores and shakingly loyal slaves, is laughable enough to be endlessly pathetic. This group of the sadly betrayed needs not a leader, but action, united and quick, and the longer you hide behind your leaves and grass, the longer you decide to pose and posture amongst a group that, I dare say, we all come from nobility... then I say we are all better served in returning to this sand and earth than standing here on this forsaken island posturing to one another and reveling in our own glorious lives."</strong>she finally stops for a moment, her eyes full of fury and malice... the very same eyes from aboard the Queen Anne's Revenge.<br/><br/><strong>"Either we get our possessions now and leave this island, together... or we go back into the sand, together. Choose."</strong>she concludes, looking back and forth between the three and the length of chain she had kicked over to Noemi, the tip of her sword pointed towards the ground, but clearly ready to begin it's mayhem like the countless times before.