Cassie
"And how will this exchange of information benefit us, Danico?" Eotum half asked half sighed, covering his mouth mid-chew to inquire. "What will you get out of it? Do you seek out this beast? What do you seek from it? Fame? Glory? Wealth? Status?" 

"Do you even truly believe in its existence? And as for me, what will I take away from this table?" The scholar made circling motions with the knife as he rambled out his questions like if he were holding a wand and casting a spell.

"After all, accurate as my story may be, what is the use if you don't believe it?"
Vanessa
The mercenary group led by Atovar had a tough journey through the mountain ranges that surround the kingdom of Ibethiel. In order to transport Marsila without causing waves, Atovar ordered that she was knocked out and thrown into a burlap sack. After crossing the mountain pass, the group scattered and eventually met up in Hexkrate like rain drops, pouring into the city one small band of travelers at a time.

Short skip to an abandoned warehouse in the industrial quarter, the shapeshifter was chained to the wall with iron and gagged with rope. The room she was put in was dimly lit by a single candle that was left flickering a small sprite of fire.

A loud creak signaled the opening of the rotting wooden door that led to the room. Footsteps followed to a stop in front of the woman. A stool was placed in front of her and two daggers of disting resources were laid on the wooden surface of the stool. One was made of iron and the other was made of silver. A bucket full of cold water was carried by two hands and its content dropped atop the head of the shifter.

"Waky Waky, little bitch."
Nancy
The water bit harshly against her skin as she was drenched from head to toe, forcing her to awaken from her temporary slumber with a stunned gasp. Once her eyes snapped open, she was startled by the freezing cold as her body had been bare from any clothing. Her head pounded horribly, causing her sight to become dazed from the force they used to knock her out, so she was slow to notice the captain until her sight had cleared. 

Instant panic set in as she realised the predicament she was placed under, though confused to how she came to this position. Her arms ached horribly as the shackles dug into her wrists, the weight of her body causing her pain as she hung from the chains attached to the wall. 

Once her vision cleared, Marsila felt anger surge through her veins when she realised who the man before her was attempted to lash out. Unfortunately she wasn't able to go any further than the chains allowed no matter how hard she struggled against her bonds. So instead, Marsila began to snarl in an animalistic manner towards the captain, as it was the only thing she was able to accomplish in her current state. 

"Where am I?" She snapped towards Atovar, her eyes gleaming with hatred while they began to shine a vibrant purple. She knew Rekkan was nowhere near when she couldn't find his scent no matter how hard she concentrated. It only made her the more furious as she had finally gotten what she wanted, only for her to be ripped away and hidden. It also didn't help that she had no weight against her chest where the amulet should have been, causing her emotions to become heightened and uncontrolled. 

She tore her glare from the Captain and did her best to gather her surroundings. It didn't take her any longer than a few seconds when her eyes landed on the two blades with two different metals. One was darker in colour to as the other had a light shine to it, something Marsila could only assume was silver. 

Where was Rekkan when she needed him.
Vanessa
"This isn't a questioning."

Atovar had a haughty smirk plastered on his face and an obnoxious demeanor he wanted to rub on Marsila as much as he could. She was a dirty shapeshifter that hindered him once and that was enough for him to be really mad at her. He was furious, though his fury was in check for the time being.

"This is pure and simple torture, you filthy whore!"

He took the iron dagger in his left hand and twirled it as the smirk stretched into a toothy and sadistic grin. It precluded the stab to her side and the twist of the blade, before it was plucked out.

"We needed to do a little digging here and there, but turns out you're a dirty little slut, huh? A shapeshifter whore. What are the odds of that? I'll be sure to use you thoroughly until your boyfriend gets here!"

When he said "Use", Atovar meant that Marsila's body was about to experience more pain than it ever did. That was his plan. He wielded the silver dagger in his right arm and, instead of stabbing, he sliced her left cheek twice. Aroused by the spilling of blood, he couldn't help himself but keep going, slashing at the girl's torso with silver as he stabbed her gut with iron.
Nancy
The smirk he wore taunted her along with his words. Even though Marsila knew she was anything but, she couldn't help but be angered by the names he called her. 

"You son.." Her words were cut short before she had the chance to finish what she was about to say when he plunged the darker blade into her side. A scream tore from her throat as she felt the knife twist, opening the wound further until he pulled it from her flesh. Within moments, her body had begun to heal itself with the wound closing soon after the blood ceased from escaping. 

Her scream also faltered when the pain subsided, merely seconds after he had taken the blade away. Marsila couldn't bother to raise her head as she was recovering, so instead allowed it to drop in front. The way he spoke brought chills to her body, and when he mentioned what he planned to do, the shifter felt her body tense. 

A burning sensation spread from her cheek and throughout her face as the silver discolored the skin. It didn't stop with her face as it began to feek like her body had been set ablaze when he continued to cut into her, forcing her voice to break and her throat to become raw from the screaming. She was never the type to handle pain well.

She could feel her energy draining as blood spilt from the open flesh, causing her to become limp as tears began to fall from her cheeks.
Alice
"It appears you assume too much of me, good scholar." The alchemist replies, doing circles on the rim of his cup of water with his index finger. "My interest in your beast is one of pure curiosity. I'm a man of study, after all. I've no need for petty fame or passing fortune and if I didn't believe it I certainly wouldn't be here answering your questions."

Danico sighs and closes his book, sitting the quill down gently beside it.

"Do you truly believe it yourself? It seems you have little faith in the story and I've no time to be running a wild goose chase. If it is truly real, then I *Want* To help you find it. My reason may be purely for personal gain, but my reason excludes embarrassing you or trying to debate its ridiculousness." 

He returns his hand to the table, starting to tap at it in a waved motion with each finger on his left hand. "Are you satisfied, Eotum?"
Vanessa
If there was anything that Atovar enjoyed most, it was the suffering made clear in his victim's face, in the way its body contorsed and then fell limp to the pain first, then to the expectation that followed. Marsila lied defeated for his heart's content. The blade demonstrated the viciousness of his character, silver gleaming in the cuts it thrashed Marsila with.

"Squeal, then! Cry for your boyfriend to come and save you!" He slashed at her exposed ribs, goose growned with the snippeting cold of the chambers. It was high Winter and the warehouse was ruined with many broken doors and windows. The evening draft rolled along the empty halls and struck at the closed wooden doors in a quick and low drum.

"So, about that necklace of yours-"

Marsila's necklace had more attention than anyone could really think about. For a short while, it fell on the hands of someone with better eyes than anyone. That man showed it to another, a better qualified person in the field. The Alchemist guaranteed the effects and the flames began to crack the wood and cover the ceiling. "What if I give it back to you if you suck my fucking hard dick?!"

Atovar's long face had a maddened grin, open with the edges of his lips carving cheeks to rise and teeth to lay bare. His eyes were open wide and glazing. He stabbed her with the iron dagger for fun, going for her side many times until he went up and stabbed her shoulder once. It was a quick stick and pull, followed by many others that covered her ribs and went for her thighs, then her arms, eventually going to peel the fingernail off her smallest finger.
Nancy
As he slashed into her ribs, Marsila felt her head become light from the blood loss, though was forced to stay awake by the freezing air. Since he had been slicing her with silver, the wounds were unable to heal as quickly as they would if he had only stuck to the iron blade. 

Unfortunately when he did chose to focus mainly on using the iron dagger, the silver had affected her enough to prevent her healing abilities to work to their full extent. She had also been slightly delirious from the silver so hadn't noticed when he questioned her about her necklace. 

The shifter no longer had a voice and was rendered silent while she suffered through his abuse. She prayed to the gods that the agony would end, hoping she would pass out from the pain so she didn't have to suffer any further. There wasn't a patch of skin on her body that hadn't been covered by blood. 

When he began peel her fingernail, Marsila's eyes widened as her back arched in pain. She had never experienced having a fingernail torn, let alone having the nail removed. She wish Rekkan had been here to save her from this.

As the pain became too much and the shifter was unable to scream due to her throat becoming raw and swollen, Marsila felt her mind begin to wonder. It was like her mind was attempting to thread itself along with Atovar's, eventually creating a mind link between the two which Marsila had never done before. The moment they were linked together mentally, Atovar would hear Marsila's screaming in his head.

Not long after he heard her scream, Marsila's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she was finally able to grow unconscious, freeing her temporarily from Atovar's fun.