[Episode 87440] [Episode 87440]"Hmm? What is it Sheila?"
"Have you seen Icefang? I can't find it anywhere." Sheila said with obvious duress.
"Eh? Your scimitar?" Gar blinked. Sheila never left that weapon lying around, how the hell could it be missing. "When was the last time you saw it?"
"I.. I.." Sheila blushed with a snarl on her face, "I was practicing in the gym, you know, just in case that smilodon decided to show back up. I put it down for only a moment! Honestly! I just turned my back for a second, and it's gone!"
"Well, it couldn't have gotten far. Come on." Gar waved his hand as he moved down the hall. "I'll help you look for it." he offered amicably.
***
Earlier.
Trisha groaned as consciousness returned to her pained senses, once again she found herself chained to the wall of a damp cave, unable to escape. Her silver dwarven made shackles were seeing to that, the pain of having them clamped to her skin was always unbearable. This was true torture.
Eyes fluttering open, she suppressed a pained groan as she turned her head to face her constant partner in captivity. Sylvia didn't look too bad, some slight bruises was pretty much the only visible damage to her person that the were-tigress could see. "Sylvia?"
Sylvia was not a happy camper. Nope, not one bit. She and her friend had been imprisoned here for hours, if not days. No sunlight ever managed to creep into their cave, so guessing the time of day that way was simply an impossibility. All she knew for sure was she was starving, thristy, and it seemed they were all going to die here!
"Trisha? How are you holding up?" Sylvia asked, her voice hoarse and dry. God her arms hurt! Couldn't their captors at least chain her in a way where her arms were constantly held up overhead? She didn't think she had an ounce of blood left in her limbs!
"Not.." Trisha breathed harshly, making it clear to Sylvia the girl was having trouble to breath, "Not so good. Has.. has anyone been down here?"
"No.. not since that first time."
Trisha shuddered, remembering their tormentors first visit. He, at least they supposed it was a he, had been cruel and especially callous. He had been rather.. touchy feely. Grabbing her in lewd ways that really really hurt! When she told him to go to hell, he responded by casting some kind of fire spell to burn most of her clothes off and slightly scar the skin beneath.
"I'd rather die than see him again!" Trisha spat as she banished the memories of their tormentors first visit.
"Oh, tut tut my darling." Trisha and Sylvia both felt a cold chill race up their spine as they heard that same muffled voice of their captors.
"I think it's time I teach you. My touch is to be cherished, relished for the splendor that it is." the voice cackled as his shadow seemed to loom over Trisha's chained figure.
Trisha whimpered as the figure approached.
"YOU LEAVE HER ALONE!" Sylvia screamed at their tormentor, her plea seeming to fall on deaf ears until the indescribable figure cloaked in darkness stopped suddenly, gazing its cold glare at the elf before seeming to smile evilly, it's teeth shining like a blinding light in the darkness. "Very well.. you first."
Sylvia's eyes widened as the figure literally pounced on her, claws ripping away her dirty clothing to get at the undisturbed flesh beneath. "NOOOOOOOOO!"
***
Gar grumbled irritated. They two had looked all over the Gym and couldn't find hide nor hair of that damn Scimitar Ice Fang. Sheila was getting more distressed every second that went by with her weapon missing. Not that he blamed her, she was in for some serious trouble from Onoli and HQ if she didn't find the blasted then.
"Any luck, Gar?"
"None. I can't see.. Tirga?" Gar blinked as a trap door in the far side of the Gym popped open, the Were-tiger climbing out with an annoyed frown.
Tirga blinked, startled by the presence of the jagweres. "Oh, uh. Hi Gar!" he chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Something wrong?"
Gar raised an eyebrow in suspicion, before banishing such thoughts. Tirga was his friend, after all. "What were you doing in the cellar?"
Tirga frowned, before snorting, "Onoli wanted me to catalogue our emergency supplies. Damnit. Ever sense that were-smilodon showed up Onoli's been up in arms about being prepared for a war or something!" he explained as he kicked the cellar door shut.
Sheila shrugged, a little uncomfortable with the conversation, "Well, I guess I can't really blame him." she snorted, "You had to have seen the beast to know what would scare him so. Of course, being unconscious..." she let the barb hang, but Tirga didn't seem to recognize it as one.
"Whatever. What’s got you two here? Practicing?" Tirga changed the subject.
"Actually... Sheila can't find Icefang. Have you seen it?" Gar asked
"Icefang? Wha.. you lost icefang!?" Tirga blinked, before sighing, "Nope, and don't even bother asking. You know I'll help look for it."
Gar chuckled. "Thanks, man."
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