((OOC: Runos offered to hold the bandits that had kept Nyya, sending them in their own cage to her lair in Lerena. She is a very nice dragon to most, but if you get on her other side by pushing the right buttons, she can be irrevocably cruel.))

From some far off point, the cage dropped into the middle of the lair, two bandits encased in hot obsidian rock from foot to shoulder that prevented movement and was horribly uncomfortable stuck inside. They looked around, still screaming in terror from an invisible force that had been speaking, and one who had lifted the cage from the ground, sending it to this unknown place. An unknown place with a dead dragon... no wait... a lifelike statue of a dead dragon... lying in a shield on the ground.

A lot of time passed, they had stopped screaming out of fatigue... When the presence arrived. That same invisible, protective and angry presence as the field in Trandalar... They could only quiver in fear as the shield fell and the statue rose to its feet again with a glow of runes. The living-dead-statue-of-a-dead-dragon looked at them, and they could feel the intensity of her wrath already...

"Iea is glad to have you both as honored guests." Runos grinned maliciously as she walked over, disassembling the cage. The bandits wished they could run, but the stone served its purpose and left them immobile.

"How do you like the magic Iea learned on Terra? It is more powerful in istaria than that deadworld. Burning obsidian is my favorite for such guests as yourself." the runedrake snarled, picking one of the bandits up and placing him under a freezing waterfall in the lair chamber. "Iea reserves this special treatment only for those that have caused great pain to our young ones, and especially to those that are dishonorable about it." she continued as she walked back and picked up the other one, putting him under another waterfall. Walking away a short distance, she looked at them both and laughed, tracing a rune in the air that changed the behaviour of the obsidian case...

"Nieo should always remember to not annoy dragons. We think you are crunchy and good with a side of ambrosia." she spoke, watching the obsidian cases grow as if it had a mind of its own, firmly rooting to the ground. As the water eroded them, they grew at the same rate, set to never release or break. And the burning.... oh god! The burning grew more intense with the icy water! Although they were exhausted by now, their screams rang clear to Mia's Edge on the other side of the island.

"Enjoy your stay my honored guests, Iea has to go tend to the young ones." Runos said, leaving.

Some time later the stone terror came back home, the bandits still screaming in agony but no sound produced as their voiceboxes had been eroded dry. The dragon walked by them as if they didn't exist to a deeper portion of the lair, shortly returning. Runos sat down facing both of them, amused.

"How has your stay been? All you had hoped for? Excellent! I'm glad your accomodations are fitting." Runos purred. She began to utter words that would indicate that the bandits had gone to hell for what they had done: "Allow me to add extra luxuries for you both."

Runos walked up and upon the flesh of their foreheads each encarved a rune that would heal them through whatever tortures had been enacted, so they would come to see it through the longest night of their life until it was broken, dispelled, burned off or gouged out.

Runos uncorked a tiny vial she retrieved from a storage silo. "Iea shall start with some aromatherapy!" she sneered.

And with that, each bandit had the vile white ash powder known as Lye thrown upon their faces... the Lye reacting with the water began to foam and burn, as they choked on fumes and the smell of their own skin being eaten away at the same rate it was restored by the rune on their forehead.

It would be the first of many things that night, that made the bandits regret their actions, but they sooner wished they were dead.