Captured City #1

Stuffing himself inside the dumbwaiter he used an incredible strength, and his dagger to punch a hole through the top of the wooden box. Now closing the sliding door he used the dagger like an awl and drilled an almost imperceptible hole into the thin door. Now he pushed his hand through the hole in the top of the box he reached his hands through and pulled himself up, stopping at every level to pear out.

About halfway up he looked through the small hole and saw a terrible scene. Strapped to tables were many of his old companions, friends from a thieves guild that was no more. Many were moaning, but Bane thought proudly none begged for mercy. He was tempted to attempt communication with them, and had to restrain from the idea of rescuing them, for it was in all their interest that he complete his true mission tonight, it would benefit them all, and he could see about their rescue later.

Finally Bane peered through the eyehole, it as the last floor and his hope had all but deserted him. When he looked through however he saw the Lord Draggelmon hunched over his desk reading feverishly from a book that Bane assumed contained some dark lore. Silently opening the dumbwaiter Bane stepped out and strode across the room quickly.

Draggelmon felt the tip of a dagger dig into the back of his neck, and a drop of blood etched its warm way down his back. "Wh-What do you want?" he stammered, although he felt no real fear. "Give me the key," the voice demanded.

"What key?"

"The city cellar’s key, the thieves guild stronghold."

"I thought I cleared that infested warren of rats."

"You left one, now give me the key."

"Gladly. But you are a criminal and you know the lock is of a magic sort. But I will allow you entrance, but listen close for there is a secret that the you must know, and a task for the opener."

Bane leaned forward, and the evil necromancer saw what he could of his face and whispered the foul deed that must be committed by the opener of the locked door.

Bane made no sign of emotion but took the large key carve of bone that was pressed into his palm, and pulling out another rope tied it to the mage’s great bedpost rapidly descended to the ground below his mind awhirl with thoughts.