<div class="floatright">(https://i2.wp.com/img07.deviantart.net/ef82/i/2015/076/9/a/warrior_girl_by_allnamesinuse-d8lzd27.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>:<br/>Lilian (HP: -7/38)<br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/>Elsir Vale, Approaching Drellin's Ferry<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/>Everyone<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/>Too many Owies!<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/>Aid: +5 hp (current and maximum) Aubry, Thaialie and Auri<br/><hr/><br/>It had all been going so well. Despite the unexpectedly brutal flames, they were more than holding their own. Lilian was toying with the idea of making good on her earlier threat, especially when the hobgoblin chose not to retreat and instead aimed a clumsy blow, which glanced off the cleric's armour. But the hellhound's perfectly timed assault slipped, effortlessly past the former warrior's defences and its fangs either found chinks in her armour or simply punctured the heavy alloy links.<br/><br/>Pain surged through Lilian's frame, but her answering curse was lost in worryingly bloody bubbles. Unable to catch her breath, the cleric felt herself tossed back and forth in the hound's jaws. The outward sounds of battle faded, even before the dark-haired woman's vision started to cloud. The grass, though charred felt surprisingly cool against her face, as she collapsed. Lilian tried to raise a hand, to call upon Eldath's light once more, but the strength seemed to be draining away from her limbs.<br/><br/>Darkness enfolded her in its comforting blanket, and Lilian had just an instant when she felt as if she was floating. But then, the injured cleric lapsed into unconsciousness and knew no more.