This tale of the tiefling, Asha Harrowstone, starts as a battle is ending at Harrowstone Keep, a small village and towered keep in a marshlands, set outside of the Southern Glen of Rhy'din.

A force called Targos Brotherhood from Asha's home world, sent by an incubis who has found that Asha is one of his descendants (part of another story). He wants her to join him in his reign of tyranny over her homeland, but knows that she wont stand for such things without some persuasion. The enemy group has beset into battle on the keep in the form of a sizable raiding party. Their main goal to cause enough chaos and death on the fields outside the city so that hunters can infiltrate the keep and kidnap Asha Harrowstone. Charles Blackstone, who the tiefling had grown very fond of was fighting to protect her from a strong fighter, while she had been dazed in battle. Other loyal friends the tiefling had made were securing the village and aiding wounded allies.

We see briefly what happened before she was taken......

Charles Blackstone: Charles had cut down the last of the men that was charging him and turned to Luric who had just nearly split a man in half. He saw his friend on the ground dead and closed his eyes for a second before jogging towards the inside. Troops from the Dropships on the eastern side relieved the guards and elites in combat and killed those who stood between them. Charles made a beeline for the keep, ducking in and about troops that were already starting to clean up. Some executing Brotherhood men, and others helping carry wounded to a collection zone. Sparatic fighting was still occurring but silence was starting to settle in. — The soldier saw the blue shield that came around the mage and fighter and growled as he flung himself in between Asha and the hunter, raising his fists, ready to fend the man off.

Gentle Repose: -Asha got control of the bleeding but her vision was still blurred and her head throbbed in pain, she felt someone come in between her and the hunter, she took a couple steps back, trying to blink away the blur in her vision and ready herself for another attack—The hunter/fighter grunted with a cold laugh as he watched the soldier come between himself and his prize, he would lick blood spattered lips and would sheath his sword, when he brought his own fists up, the spikes of his gloves shimmered in the light of fire around them, he quickly went into a brawlers stance and took a low swing toward the soldiers torso, if he connected those spikes would be used more than the blunt force that brought the attack-

Charles Blackstone: The solider rolled out of the way of the low swing and sent a accurate and surprisingly powerful jab towards the fighter's left side. His face was in taters and the metal endo-skeleton was shimmering in the fires light. He stood up quickly and bounced on his toes easily as he rolled his neck quietly. — Charles hurried into the keep to see one of his men in hand to hand combat with a mage. He looked towards Asha and quickly hurried over to her , "Asha, Asha are you okay?" He would gently pull her into his arms and hurry her inside, trusting that his best soldier could defeat the fighter.

Gentle Repose: -inside the keep was dead silent, a bit to quiet, all the guards and elites had been called away from the keep for the battle, Asha heard Charles voice, she felt his arms around her and would go with him, her steps a bit off balance, she wasn't seeing straight yet and once inside, she stumbled toward her chair to sit down, blood was streaking from a wounds in her hairline from being cracked in the head a couple times and she was a mess- "i'm...i..i'm fine...just a moment to rest" -she kept her left arm held close to her side her shoulder was throbbing, but her right hand was holding her head, the pain that was shooting through it was almost blinding...once she found the steps before her chair she drug herself up them and collapsed onto the seat—Outside the fighter growled as he could no longer see Asha outside, he took that jab to his left and he'd look at the man with metal inside him and grinned as his hand and the glove glowed blue he quickly rammed that fist toward the soldiers face and the other hand was brought around to jab the soldiers shoulder, if the hit to the face hit the magic around the glove would send electricity jolting through the soldier-

Charles Blackstone: The electricity would send a jolt through his system as his hand would catch the other jab and stop it in his tracks. Slowly and painfully his other hand grabbed the wrist of the fighter that was sending electric shocks into his body and pull it off of him. Both of his hands would squeeze and he would apply a quick and sudden pull that if successful could ultimately rip the arm off of the man in a violent fashion. — Charles looked towards Asha as he gently set her down on her chair. He would be covered and dripping blood from all limbs as there were many minor and some major wounds on his body. He would gently try and pull armor and cloth away from her wounds as he looked towards her quietly. He called out for a cleric. Hoping that there would be one near by to help her.

Gentle Repose: -the fighter gave a grunt of pain feeling the immense pressure on his arm, he stepped into the hold and would turn planting his feet on the ground lowering the arm from the grasp the soldier had on him an opposite elbow was brought up into that ripped apart face, then he would roll away, toward the doors of the keep——Inside the keep Asha would let Charles pull off the leather plates that were ripped apart and bloody, she had taken a wound to her left arm that had barely missed doing major damage to muscle in her shoulder, but the shoulder was swollen and had only stopped bleeding because blood caked it, she lay her head back against the wood of the chair and tried to get her head to stop throbbing, she attempted to breath normally—Clerics had been moved to a one of the barracks so they could be closer to the fighting and have more room to work, a guard who had come back to the keep went off to see if they could find one for Charles—In the main hall there were screams from a couple of servants as they had been watching the front doors and hearing the fight right outside, they heard as the hunter had pounded a fist on the wood-

Charles Blackstone: The soldier growled as the man escaped his grip but would stagger back and be knocked out as the elbow landed into his metallic chin. — Charles heard the knocking and closed his eyes for a moment. He let out a sigh and leaned in to give Asha a quick kiss on the lips before pulling away and turning. The door would open for the hunter as Charles stands there, Katana in hand waiting for him to walk forward to fight him. He would speak to him with a sly grin -"you have awoken a bear my friend. A bear that will reign hellfire upon you and yours after today. We will slaughter anyone who sides with you, and it all started here." He rolled his neck and readied his katana.

Gentle Repose: -Asha felt the kiss to her lips and reached to squeeze Charles hand before he slipped away from her reach, she was able to see a bit more now, her vision slowly starting to clear, the pain in her head not settling though, she'd reach for her morning star and that's when she realized she had dropped it—the fighter had his blade drawn as the door was opened, he stepped in and hearing Charles words, cold dark eyes quickly flicked from Asha at her chair to the man near the door he gave a laugh and would immediately step in and quickly bring the blade of the weapon in for a strong thrust attack- "...you will perish....here and now...bear...may the Brotherhood use your skin as a rug"

Charles Blackstone: Charles would quickly parry the blade off to the side and kick forward towards the man. His blade would then bounce off of the blade, pushing his back as he quickly spun for a low sweeping blade sweep, aiming for the mans outer left thigh before hoping back from his position

Gentle Repose: —the fighter would quickly bring his blade back, but not in time to block the hit to his thigh, he grunted as the blade caught his armor and cut it, he would quickly leap forward toward Charles and bring his blade around low for a diagonal arc upwards toward Charles left side and after the attack was made he would move back a few paces-

Charles Blackstone: Charles grunted as the attack sliced into his left side and he backed up some.Blood poured and mixed with the blood that was on his body. He gripped that side carefully before swinging in a high arc, aiming for the hunters right arm to chop it off.

Gentle Repose: -while battle had raged outside, over the past few hours the few men that had snuck in closer to the keep before the attacks had started had done so in cover of darkness, they had scaled the walls and infiltrated the inner village, the gardens and the keep itself..each laying wait until they could move into position, one of them was now laying in wait behind the chair where Asha sat, darkness and shadow had been his cover and still was for now, another of these men had been watching from a hiding place nearby in the main room shadow hid him as well—The hunter growled out in pain as the sword came down and carved its way down through his shoulder, he switched hands with his sword and would bring the weapon around in a maddened swipe at Charles, holding the other arm to his side, he stepped into the thrust to give more power to it—Asha had been trying to get her head to clear as she watched the fight going on before her, she had so much blood spattered on herself her senses were muted, her arm throbbed and her mind wondered as she muttered- "where is that cleric?"

Charles Blackstone: Charles stepped back and felt his own upper arm take a huge gash into it as the mans blade drove down. Charles would drop kick towards the man followed by a quick thrust of his Katana towards the mans heart. Charles glared at the man as he attacked, a burning rage in his eyes. He had No idea that there were others in the room who kept to the shadows. He was simply focused on the one in front of him and fighting him.

Gentle Repose: -the drop kick was dodged away from but the thrust that was aimed toward the fighter's heart hit the armor he wears the katana had cut the armor deep and been pushed through the skin and caught in his chest bone, he gave a grunt as blood welled up around the blade, he staggered back pulling away from the sword, putting a few quick feet between him and Charles, his own sword was brought up to guard—Behind the old wooden chair that had once been used as a throne in times long past, the man who had been hiding there, stood and leaned around the chair, his arm folding around Asha and pulling her up toward him, the other arms black gloved hand quickly going over Asha's mouth, there was no expression on this mans face only ice cold eyes glared at her as he whispered into her ear- "..so much loss....do not struggle or there will be more" ——the other man who had been hiding in shadows, threw three pouches to the ground across the bottom of the stairs that lead to Asha's chair and smoke started wafting from the pouches creating a thick screen of cloudy black smoke—Asha gave a scream which was muffled by the large hand over her mouth, she was pulling at the arm that held her and was forced up at an odd angle from her seat, she could smell the blood on the man and the rum on his breath, her body was pulled close enough she could feel his armor pressing against her back, she growled and her eyes flickered with almost flame-like glowing blue she heard him say not to struggle but she clawed his arms with her nails, her head though it still throbbed was brought back to try and headbutt him-

Charles Blackstone: Charles saw the blade pierce into the mans chest and would let out a roar from his throat and charge back into the man, his katana going to cut the mans hand off while there would be a swift low kick to his weakened thigh. If the man at all stumbled Charles would spin quick and end his life by cutting his head off. He heard asha's scream but couldn't even look towards her s he was stuck in combat. His heart wanted to turn and find out what was happening, but his mind didn't want him to die.

Gentle Repose: -the man who had thrown the pouches to the ground soon was crossing behind the smoke screen closer to the hunter——-a yell came from an Elite guard who had happened to come from a patrol upstairs, had seen the man pull Asha up from behind and ran quickly across the small landing from the doors that lead to the stairs, he had a longsword in hand and a steel shield, he was headed for the one who had thrown the pouches and a ring of metal, clashing beyond the smoke could be heard as the two went into combat...The fighter who was heavily wounded, growled at Charles, he could hear what was going on at the other end of the main hall and a grin came to his face, he would dodge the attack that was sent for his hand, then he'd leap toward Charles' attack and blocked the blade as it was going for his neck, He'd thrust his blade in a series of attacks then step back, he was attempting to pull Charles further away from the mainhall, with each movement—The man who had a hold of Asha grunted as blood dampened his sleeve, he shook Asha in his grasp and as she brought her head back to headbutt, he met the back of her head with his shoulder as he brought it up, he could see the fighter and his fellow Brotherhood hunter fighting just steps away and would force Asha to move until they were away from combat—Asha knew she had connected her head with him, pain welled up in a new spot in her skull, she continued to struggle and was forced in his hold to move, she opened her lips and attempted to bite his fingers as she stumbled, but was held up by the man-

Charles Blackstone: Charles growled as he heard swords clash behind him. Whatever was causing Asha to scream wasn't good. He saw the mans sly grin as he parried away all but one of the quick attacks, it piercing slightly into his lower right side. He saw the man continue to pull away and growled. How many rounds in his Rifle? He thought for a second, pushing through the pain to quickly recount. One. One shot to save Asha. Charles could barely see the figure of asha and the man who was holding onto her through the smoke. He wouldn't risk it. He slung his rifle quickly into his hands and pulled it up, using his reverse hand set up to Paul pressure off of his gashed arm he aimed for the hunter he was fighting and fired the shot dead center of his chest, right next to where his blade had pierced before.

Gentle Repose: -the fighter had been coming in for an attack, it never landed...the rifle shot caught him at that point in his chest and the pressure from the rifle round made blood explode from his chest, the wound broke his chest cavity open , his armor had been blown away around the gunshot wound he clutched his chest and stumbled toward Charles, a last attempt to deal damage as he brought his sword up when he fell toward Charles and died—The fight beyond the smoke with the hunter and the Elite guard raged the two were in round upon round of sword fighting, the Elite guard was quick on his feet and his longsword flickered with a glow to the metal that could be seen at times through the smokescreen—The hunter who had a hold of Asha screamed out and grunted as he was bit, he felt her latch her teeth on his finger and cut flesh, he growled out and would lose his hold on her just to bring a gloved hand back down hard against her head, pulling his other hand free of the tieflings mouth he touched an amulet that hung from his neck before he reached for her again—A red portal shimmered into existence it was bordered by flame, just a foot or two away from the man who had Asha-

Charles Blackstone: Charles turned as he saw the portal open. "Asha....ASHA! NO!" His voice roared throughout out the hall as he broke into a dead sprint and leaped over the chair. Just as the man holding Asha was a foot from entering the portal he would land and take a quick downward swipe trying to free Asha by cutting the mans arm off. His whole body was drenched in blood, from head to toe. he looked demonly more than meer human.

Gentle Repose: -pain, it hit hard coursing through her head, the pain seemed to be all she could feel, though panic had been there seconds ago as well, within the span of a few seconds time- She had tasted blood in her mouth from the mans fingers, heard Charles screaming her name, she wanted to go to him, wanted to be held by him, for all this war, death and blood to have been a dream, then pain slammed into her head, it jarred her neck and shoulders and she stopped, Simply became still and then her body fell, crumbling back against the man who she had been fighting to get away from and everything went black—There were grunts and screams of pain and combat as blood sprayed through the air, the Elite Guard had damaged the hunter, but they were still in combat—The hunter growled out as the blade had hit, he felt as the katana had driven down through his shoulder, he picked up Asha over his other arm and quickly pushed that shoulder of his through the portal looking back at Charles with blood sprayed grin as his empty arm was held limp and he stumbled through the portal after—

Charles Blackstone: There was a loud scream. Feral in nature that erupted from Charles as he watched the portal close infront of him. His gaze turned to the last remaining enemy. Nothing was going to stop him. He charged the man in rage tackling him to the ground. His body trembled as his Katana plunged into the mans body. And then again. And again. Charles stood above the well dead man and plunged and slashed the mans body in a fit of uncontrollable rage until there wasn't much left of the body to even identify the man as. — The soldier that had been knocked out had just pressed in the door to see his Commander mutilating a body. He ran over and gripped Charles from behind and held him back. Outside some elites and guards saw Charles hacking and slashing violently. - Charles trembled in his soldiers arm as his anger turned to sadness as he dropped from the mans arms, his knees bouncing off of a bloody stone floor as he continued to shake. He shook his head muttered in gibberish and draconic in a weird string of gutteral words. Finally he stopped, bloody tears dripping off of his face as he stood and turned to his soldier. His words were low and muttered through "G..get the medics and clerics...healing...send one to the study with towels..." And with that he would start to limp up the stairs.

Charles planned his next move over the course of hours would be healed, cleaned up and equipped. He would set out through way of a chaotically magical portal connected to Asha's home world, out to seek out his beloved and rescue her (yet another adventure).

Asha's story unfolded over the future as such:

-with a grunt part of aggravation and part of pain, the hunter passed across the hall, the man who had spoke up first, called to him again- "..there will be more bloodshed..brother...if Jaz'va has anything to do with it...and that one there "-he motioned toward the female on the hunter's shoulder-"...take her to the lower south wing..put her in chains....then go tell Gregar she is here...he is with Jaz'va, in the east wing.." -the man nodded, leaving the dining hall, he passed through a pair of double wooden doors, with her over his good shoulder and turned down a long hall, which was lit like much of the rest of the fortress.-

-He walked deeper into the darkened corridor and down a flight of wooden stairs. At last he stopped when he came to a door, it was made of steel and reinforced heavily with adamintine (star metal), a small barred window was a slit in the upper part of the door, he'd fidget with some keys from a ring on his belt with his nearly useless hand and manage to pull the ring free and slide a key into the lock and turn it, then he pushed open the door-

-The room beyond the door was only about ten foot by ten foot square and lit only by sunlight, which was muted by milky-white glass in the windows, casting a dismal shadow over the room, both of the two tall windows were reinforced with thick adamintine bars, a large table and a smaller tall table the legs of which ended with iron wheels stood to the northwest corner of the room, opposite the door. Both tables had what laid on top of them covered with a brown cloth, a series of different lengths of chain hung down from a darkened ceiling, some ended in hooks others in iron bands with runes inscribed into the metal, the stone floor held old dark stains, unlit candles set in large candelabras in all the corners of the room-

-Asha was once again in darkness there was no twilight of stars, nor did clouds pass her by on her decent, the sensation of falling had ceased and her world was silent. The silence itself was a physical thing it was as if it had mass to it and weighed heavily on her, it had heat that seemed to radiate out of it and the darkness. She was grateful for the warmth, it soothed the pain that she felt creeping through her shoulder and the throbbing headache she had, she almost felt as if she were wrapped in a warm blanket, laying on mattress stuffed with soft feathers-

-As suddenly as this new sensation had came it was gone. She immediately felt as if she had been plunged into a sea of ice, she gasped for breath as the darkness became brighter around her as the silence filled with her screams, echoing off the walls of the room she was chained in, she could see only the flicker of light off to one side of the room, she only assumed it was candlelight, her eyes closed again as she shivered, as if the blanket had been torn from her the warmth was gone in that instance. A wave of icy cold water had been thrown over her from a bucket.-

-Her heart pounding as the world raced to come back to her, she struggled to move, gasping as pain hit her senses, her left shoulder had been turned up at an odd angle while her arms were extended above and the wound from the crossbow bolt was freely bleeding once again, her own blood ran down both her body and her left cheek from the wound, the pain had her gasping, her head lulled to the right.-

-There were two men in the room with the tiefling, one was dressed in black robes and had thinning brown hair. He was an older man, his face was a mess of scars, which told their own tale, the scars surely continued down under his clothing, his nose was crooked, it had obviously been broken once or twice. He was busy uncovering the two tables in the corner of the room, taking time to fold back the brown cloth which laid over the surfaces, revealing tools and implements, most of which had sharpened or jagged edges which gleaned in the flickering light of candles which lit the room. He didn't look up from his work as he checked over the items on the tabletop- "Gregar...everything seems in order here" -he motioned to the items on the tables with a crooked finger as he spoke to the other man who was leaning against the north wall-

-Asha's vision finally managed to gain its focus as she watched the two men, pain was throbbing from her shoulder, she realized she had taken other small wounds in battle which stung from the water having washed over them. She watched the man come toward her with the table, she was able to see the items on the tray top as he came closer. She heard him call her princess and she glared at him- "..let me free!..undo these binds!" -she hoped in some way or form to intimidate them, her hands tried to move, if only she could get them free, but without footing or leverage her attempt remained useless-

-As her captor brought the sponge from the bowl, the smell of something strong, stale, bitter and sour filled the air. As he wiped and dabbed the sponge over her skin the liquid ran into the wound on her shoulder and she gave a pain filled scream and gritted her teeth- "ahhh!!..no...p-please stop!"

-the sting that came up from deep in the wound, felt as if the wound had been sat on fire and she pulled back her arm and shoulder, this brought more pain to her wrists, she lurched back, trying to pull from the sponge and his touch, just resulting in turning slightly before him, as if she were meat on a slaughter house hook, she tried to suck in air, to take a deeper breath, the pain surging through the wound as the foul liquid poured over it-

-Now not only did her shoulder, head and any other smaller wounds burn and ache, the hit to her chest had jarred her whole form. She yelled out madly at him- "you bastard!" Her hands moved in the irons, she attempted to bring them together and had to gasp as she felt the skin on her left wrist open-

-she managed to cup her hands and tried to summon up the will inside her to cast a spell. Fel-flames may have lit her hands but the magic fizzled between her fingers. Around the enchanted iron bands a few runes lit and glowed and the magic was dispelled. The slight bit of hope which had been there for only a second faded away, she licked at her lips, her mouth was so dry-

-She was breathing though her nose or through gritted teeth as they spoke of bringing her a drink. Her mouth was becoming more and more dry, but in her mind she made up that she wouldn't drink what they brought for her. She tried to take some pressure off of the wound on her left shoulder, attempting to balance her weight as she was suspended there. The smell of the pungent ichor that Gregar had used to clean her wounds was still thick in the air around her. The pain in her head and shoulder was throbbing madly, the pain in smaller wounds was slowly becoming more bearable. She watched the old man exit and her eyes darted out toward the hall past the door until it slammed closed. Then she looked back toward the creature she had been left in the room with. That's what she saw, a creature, a beast, a beautiful monstrosity, she observed him, her ice blue eyes drifting from head to foot and she hated him. Everything about him from that linen white hair and those blue eyes to his handsome face and that demonically tainted left hand, in that moment she wanted to strangle him-

-Gregar stood near the large table settled in the northwest corner. He reached into a drawer, looking through various items. He took out a tin, it was five inches in diameter and an inch thick, made of silver. Holding it in his clawed left hand, he turned the lid and popped the small canister open. The half-demonic, angelically beautiful monster, moved toward Asha, his right fingers dipped into it's contense. As he reached her he would start smearing a balm from the vessel over her freshly cleaned wounds. In the candle light, the salve had a red shimmer as the light hit it. It was grey-green in color, the shimmer was reflection off of tiny shards in the pasty balm which lit up and refracted as they were caught in the light-

"loose these binds...you monster!!" -she screamed out in frustration which tuned to pained screams and gritted teeth as another sensation worked its way through the wounds which now where thickly coated with the green-grey and glistening salve. As she fought against the binds, the beating of her heart became more rapid, she gasped as she started to feel as if something was crawling under her skin around the gash in her shoulder, she moved her head to hold it in a strange position to try and get a look at the salve covered wound, her eyes went wide as she saw her flesh anywhere the salve touch ripple around the wound as if something there as moving, pain lit up in the salve covered wound on her head and she retched though nothing came up from her stomach, then again as she continued to feel as if something was working its way deep into her skin. What breathes she managed to take were shaky she pulled her eyes back forward and to the stained stone floor. Her mind threatening to shut down but she didnt dare let it, she feared what would happen if she lost consciousness-

-the tiefling continued to feel as if things crawled under her flesh, she dared not look toward her shoulder, not sure if her stomach could take much more from what she had seen around the wound. She'd struggle a bit as pain shot through her wrists, both were becoming raw in the iron bands above her. Her vision started to drift out of focus and she gasped as she fought to stay alert, she adjusted her weight as much as possible as she remained suspended. "Let m-me g-g...go" -she murmured her voice faltering, barely more than a whisper as she wanted to scream. She was half wanting to kill the man before her and half of her wanted to run, to attempt to put miles, leagues even galaxies between herself and this creature. At the moment she had forgotten the Brotherhood as a collective. She focused on the hate for Gregar, her hate for him boiled-

-She heard the door open and watched as the older man brought in the large stone chalice with its intricate silver-worked base. Her gaze flickered to the bowl and she saw the liquid which rippled there, watching the pale green contents of the bowl she was quickly reminded of how thirsty she was, how dry her mouth felt. Her lips felt as if they were threatening to crack. She closed her mouth, her breathing quickened a bit as she drew breaths through her nose. Watching the liquid settle in the silver lined bowl, she reminded herself how she wasn't going to drink anything they brought to her. She forced her eyes away from the font as she watched the two men-

-Gregar and Luxx stood before the large bowl on its silver imp pedistool and Luxx took out a glass vial about four inches long and an inch in diameter, he scooped the vial through the liquid filling the tube with the pale green liquid and would hand it carefully to Gregar. The man took it in his gloved right hand and sniffed the vials contense, before he turned and moved toward Asha- "a drink...for our thirsty...princess" -he was careful of how he approached her as he held the vial-

-he grinned and would roll his fingers in and upward and small circular motion, the grasp still forceful on her mouth, the half-demon was patient and applied pressure again, he watched her struggle and felt her working to keep her teeth clinched, he pushed in on the jaw again and when her mouth opened his clawed fingers moved up pushing her cheeks in so she couldn't close her mouth, with the other hand he would push the vial into her mouth and up end it, then quickly hold his hand over her mouth with the clawed hand, so she couldn't spit the pale green liquid out-

-Asha had lost over the struggle to keep her mouth closed, she wanted to work her jaw to stop the tension she felt there and when she did he forced the vial to her lips and the liquid had spilt into her mouth, she screamed behind his hand trying to spit what ever it was out of her mouth, she wouldn't swallow it, but with his hand over her mouth she couldn't spit, she cried out against his hand fighting to keep from swallowing-

-Gregar would quickly hold her nose with two free fingers, he grinned at her and silently watched as he could see panic building in her, she was struggling for air, he held her head still and knew she would have to swallow before he'd let her breath, an evil grin was on his lips as he watched on-

-Asha heard the door slam closed and the lock clicked into place, her eyes didn't open. Her body had been wracked by pain and she was thankful the man was gone, the drink had been bitter, but it had wet her mouth. She worked at slowing the racing of her heart, the heavy gasping of her breathing. Her wrists were raw and blood was trailing along her arms. She longed to be released, her mind settled enough to let thoughts drift to her, she thought of Charles, wishing she was with him, maybe at the lake in the glen back in Rhy'din, she longed for warmth, for laughter. She swallowed the last of the taste that lingered in her mouth. No sooner than she had swallowed, a feeling of pain hit her senses. She had thought she might gain a moment of rest, but the pain that welled up in her, started in her stomach and then every part of her seemed to be wracked with pain as if she had fallen into the depths of some great machine and her body was being ripped apart. She screams echoed inside the room and down through the hall outside. Her eyes opened as she gasped desperately for air. Her eyes were no longer icy blue but had changed to a bright and burning orange. The chains above her swayed and rattled as she thrashed uncontrollably. She retched in nothing but dry heaves and cried out as she was being tortured by the pain itself, she was in complete agony-

-She woke with a small jolt, taking time to blink away the grogginess of sleep, she looked around, she hadn't realized she had fallen to sleep. She turned her head trying to work out a bit of stiffness that had settled in her neck. She felt that her skin around the wound was a bit stiff. She turned to look at the wounded shoulder and realized that it was healing. The wound had almost closed, she stared for a moment at it, her skin had taken on a slightly thicker quality around the wound, all down her left upper arm and across her chest, the skin had almost a scaled quality with a red tint to it. She also realized the knots on her head where gone just by the fact the throbbing that had been there near her scalp had completely stopped. She wondered what has happening to her, then her eyes scanned the room and fell upon the large obsidian bowl, she could see the pale green liquid there.-

-Gregar, the half-demonic creature had a cold grin on his lips as he flicked blood from his clawed fingers and moved over to the nearby large table, he looked over the tools and found the scalpel he had spotted before. He picked it up and looked at the notched blade. Looking back at her, he made his way back over with the tool in hand- "Now then...I believe we were interrupted...before princess" -his voice remained cold as he came up to her right side and using the sharp implement he would cut a long gash along the inside of her right arm which was facing him, then the blade went quickly down to cut the flesh of her torso, from right under where the rags she wears at her chest down along her rib cage stopping right near her waist, then another few gashes were quickly made beside that wound, he was watchful and if she kicked or thrashed he would guard it off with his free left arm, he was brutal with the small blade leaving a few more deep slices in her side- "...will teach you to watch where you kick.." -he whispered into her ear between her screams and pain filled cries, Gregar moved behind her and made a slash diagonally from just under her right shoulder blade to her left hip, making sure to open flesh and cause the a jagged wound, then he walked back around her and watch her wounds bleed, enjoying watching her suffer—

-Gregar watched while his victim hung there in the center of the room. He indulged in Asha's visible pain, simply watching her contort in pain and hearing the wails, then the groans from her he delighted in it all. He would take time to fill the vial with pale green liquid from the silver-lined obsidian bowl. Once it was full he walked back over to her-

-Asha's head had lulled to the left, she was fighting to stay awake. Her mind wanting to shut the world away. Her now orange burning eyes flicked open as she heard the sound of his boots on the stone floor. He was coming back, she then saw he had the vial and that it was full of the drink from the large chalice. Her nostrils flared, she could smell the pale colored liquid even before Gregar closed the distance between them. She kept her jaw clenched-