Waking from a deep slumber Cerise found her body aching from head to toe as if her very life essence was being sucked from within. Her head was screaming at her pounding against the very confines of her skull as if any kind of thought caused a hill troll to smash her in the head. Her eyes slowly opening she would notice a thin veil of a sheet over her and a strong aching pain coming from her biceps. A quick glance revealed the source of the pain which she in quick order removed.
Whilst removing the said intruders from her body she heard a booming voice, the voice startled her and she instinctively launched herself away from the sound her wings springing into their correct positions, and aching with every little movement. Landing several feet from her previous location she would spin her immediate reaction to reach for her shield and crossbow, she would wince, the movement revealing that she was clearly devoid of them. 
The trailing sparkles in the air her wings left behind left her little doubt that the two others, a giant and goliath and a man with a shimmering weapon she would lower herself into a ready to battle position. With little in the way of defence she prepared to use her spell ‘Sacred Flame’ if any of the others got to close to her. Her eyes scanning the to figure out where she was she noticed what she would only describe as a horrifying Necromancers Laboratory. She would shiver slightly as she looked at it before returning her sole attention to the only two moving things she could see with her.

“What... What is happening here?” her voice would be soft as per her small size not being able to generate the sounds of the much larger races. “St… Stay… back!” she would say her voice slightly trembling with a mix of fear and pain. 
‘where, why, how, what’ these were the words running through her mind ‘Llira what has happened here.’ She thought to herself while waiting to see what the others would say or do. 

[hider=Mechanics] @Daemanis: 1d20 +3 stealth = (20)+3 = 23
@Daemanis: 1d20 +3 = (4)+3 = 7
Disadv

@Daemanis: 1d20 +4 Perception = (5)+4 = 9
[b]Prepared action:[/b] prepared to cast Sacred Flame on either of the two she can see if they approach her. [/hider]