Sorcerer's Destruction

[Awesomoman]

Dagon was sitting in his tent when a messenger came in. "Anything yet?" Dagon asked. "No sir, he won't crack no matter what." The messenger replied. "What have you tried so far?" "Everything." "Did you cut him up and then dip him in the salt water?" "Several times." "Did you use the coals?" "He seemed to enjoy that one." Dagon stood up and sighed. "No matter, i figured he might endure our torture, so i called in for a 'professional'. He should be here any moment....well what do you know." Dagon looked outside his tent to see Wormheart. "Good day my friend, you're right on time. come with me."

[Morty]

The man bowed crookedly. "It's an honor, master Dagon." he said, limping out of the threshold into the candle-light. "What do you require of me?" He grinned.

[Awesomoman]

"As of resent i have captured a key member of the dragon army, one of their main engineers. He has the knowledge of all their plans and weapons, even things my current informant doesn't know. We've been trying to force the information out of him for sometime now, but he seems to be resilient to our methods." Dagon pointed to a beaten up dragon tent. "He's in there, i need you to use your 'skills' to crack him, But under no circumstance are you to kill him. Right now he's the only thing that will keep the dragons away."

[Morty]

"Oh, he'll crack eventually, I know dragons. Before I begin, though, are there any parts of him you'd rather be kept intact? --wings, eyes, anything?" asked the man casually, rubbing his hands together.

[Awesomoman]

"It would be best to keep all of him together, the more on him the more that can hurt am i right? Now Now just go in and make his life hell." Dagon laughed and pointed to the tent. "I expect to hear screaming."

[Nohiki]

Phoenicia and Fraziel were on their way to the wizard camp, approaching from the other side as before. Phoenicia saw a long line of people queuing to get to a single building at the edge of a camp, but she wasn't amused. "What is it?" asked Fraziel. "Dunno. but something doesn't feel right.It just feels wrong." she said, looking around nervously. "Back in the war, we called it 'the commander's itch', and it's a sigh you're doing the job well." "This isn't it." "Whatever you think." "Can we take a closer look?" Fraziel sighed: "Not without high risk of exposure." "If they didn't figure us out already we'd have beaten them long time ago. Let's go." she said and camouflaged them as they made it closer to the camp.

[Morty]

"As you wish." said the man, and ducked into the tent, dismissing the guard outside.

Raurik looked around. It was dark, but he still smelled the familiar scent of blood, and for once it was not his own. He inhaled deeply, reaching over towards the smell of whale-oil, careful not to bump into the mass of feathers and musk in the corner. His hand fell on the handle of an oil lamp. He picked it up and lit it carefully, casting its dim glow around the chamber, noting the position of the captive. He went around and lit a few more braziers, until there was enough light to see the captive by.
"I suppose they've been keeping you in the dark here." he said amusedly, addressing Gorn. "Not a wise idea. I find the torture works better when the patient can see his own wounds." The man pulled up a chair, its back to Gorn. He sat down facing him, his chin propped on the back, smiling. "Hey, I'm Raurik by the way. Pleasure to meet ya." he said, offering him a handshake. "Oh, I forgot, you're a bit tied up at the moment." he laughed, withdrawing his hand.
"So! Gorn, right? How about you tell me all those little secrets you have in your head, and we'll get along just fine." Raurik grinned pointedly.

[Awesomoman]

"Alright, ill tell you." Gorn said and got a little closer. "There's a place known as the Java Hot Springs, its a great place to take a bath. That is what you're looking for right? Because your smell is the worst thing thats happened to me so far."

[Morty]

Raurik tsked, whipping out a handkerchief and holding it to his nose. "Speak for yourself, carrion-breath. I can tell they haven't been feeding you well. That's ok, we can stop that altogether." he said, reaching over for a clipboard and jotting something down, carefully hiding the surface of the paper from Gorn's line of sight. "And by the looks of you, I doubt you know what real hunger feels like." he added snarkily.

[Awesomoman]

"Thats alright, the food here seemed to be just dead things they found lying around." Gorn gave a small smile. "So whats next? I doubt you're to see how my service and care is."

[Morty]

"But of course. Here at the Frozen Lake Resort, we make sure all of our guests have as simple and straightforward a stay as possible. Here's you're schedule." said Raurik, finishing his scribbling with a flick of his pen. He held up the clipboard and showed Gorn his handiwork, reading. "Monday: torture. Tuesday: torture. Wednesday: torture. Thursday-- Well, we'll see if you last that long. So if you wanna check out early, I suggest you start talking."

[Awesomoman]

"Better get the staff ready because if talking is the only way out, then I'm gonna be having a very long stay." Gorn spat at him, and being a dragon thats one big lugy.

[Morty]

Raurik made a sound of disgust, wiping himself off. He stood up immediately. "If that's away you want to play, fine. You just lost your bathroom break privileges." he spat, storming out of the tent. Yelling could be heard as he called back the dismissed guardsmen. He returned with several guards bearing large ominous boxes. Raurik raised the lid of one of them and chuckled, lifting out a sinister-looking appliance.
"I really wanted it to end this way, and you left me no choice." he said frankly, caressing the instrument. He looked at Gorn calculatingly.The sight of the grotesque paraphernelia was usually enough to make them squeal for their mothers. He sighed with annoyance. "All right, boys, let's get creative."

((Ok you can just use your imagination for the next part. X;D Noooo thank you))

[Awesomoman]

It was only about 3 hours, but it seemed like and eternity of endless pain. Patches of scales had been ripped off, Gorn could barely feel his arms and legs, blood covered the floor, Gorn assumed he had stopped for now so he wouldn't bleed to death. He was now shaking with a slight whimper but managed to out. "I...is that all you got?"

[Morty]

"Not even close." Raurik smirked, and snapped his fingers. Three mages stepped forwards with healing staves. Gorn's wounds closed roughly, leaving just enough time for some blood to be sucked back in before the scars formed over his battered flesh.
"Again." said Raurik, and the process began again.