Where they should have been Lizzy's chanting, there was silence instead, broken only by a muffled cry of distress coming from around the corner behind the doorway.<br/><br/>Round the corner, and Rayne saw Lizzy, facing the magic item crafting station with her back to the forge. Said forge yawned, where the fire should have been there was instead a maw of darkness, filled with metal spikes, from which a few chains emerged. Coated with a black greasy fluid, the lubricated links made little sound as they sped towards the unsuspecting witch. In the blink of an eye the chains had Lizzy immobilized by the wrists and ankles, her scroll dropped onto the floor at her feet, and a fifth chain was snaking its way down her mouth from above forcing her to tilt her head back and preventing her from making any coherent sound.<br/><br/>In front of Rayne's eyes the forge began to transform - the anvil and trough merged with the main body, and turned into stubby arms and legs of solid iron, while its front became a lid that swung open on its hinges to reveal the torture chamber within. The chains were pulling Lizzy towards the chamber, where there were many more metal spikes within waiting to impale her. The only silver lining was that these "spikes" ended not in sharp points, but in all manners of shapes copied from nature - and if Rayne knew about that sort of thing, she might have been impressed by the faithfulness with which the penises of all sorts of animals - from cats to dogs to dolphins to horses - had been reproduced.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rayne's turn to act! The iron maiden has Lizzy grappled and pinned.<br/>A knowledge check, if successful, will give her more information about the iron maiden in her next round.<br/></div></div>