Content Warning: Gore, Torture
They call it Auli'Kuris - the Danger on the Mountaintop. One would think the OUR/TAN/NEX would call it something more dignified, but it turns out they agree - from the exiled halflings to the angels and demons at the heart of it all.
The vultures brought another batch of humans the other day. Left tied up in a room with no light, no sound, nothing - as close to sensory deprivation as they can get without magic, they've found the vibrations can be heard by some. After a few days, they've stopped trying to talk their way out of it, and the birds go to fetch them. Exhausted and lost, the humans are led to the red room.
It's always the birds, the angels - the demons rarely care about the experiments. The humans barely look like them, after all. After the experiments, it's hard to say they look like the angels, but clearly they see something in them.
It's stretching and tearing, it's all stretching. Bands around the arms and hands and feet, bands around the body placed just right to tear the skin as the bones break. The rack releases at the sound of the snap, bones folding into plates as the human crumples into pieces, unable to move again. They take the rib spreader next to form the wings, the human won't be suffering for long. It's all stretching. Stretching and tearing.