A Winter Night

The apprentice thieves snuck into the dorm room. Despite the size of the room it was ill-furnished making it easy to maneuver around. All that was in the room were eight wooden beds that were so sturdy they could be considered part of the floor. Only a sliver of moonlight coming in from a small, broken window illuminated the room, but that was fine as it was unneeded. The floor was prone to creaking but once again, caution was unnecessary.

A draft came from between the wallboards, waking up one of the residents.

"Wha- what are you gu-" before he could finish talking a cloth was held to his face. He fell asleep again. The thieves continued until they had reached their target, Adrian Beaucroft.

They bound and gagged him before leaning over him and whispering into his ear "Well Mr. Perfect, I think you know exactly whats going to happen next, don't you?".

Adrian looked at his aggressors with an abnormal calmness in his emerald eyes, the same look that reeked of superiority and aloofness. He had expected this to happen after he saw how Trozes had acted earlier that day.

"This wouldn't have had to happen if you just knew your place and didn't interfere with the social heirachy. Scrya, Mark, Damian and I had a good thing going you know. But you ruined it, and you will die for it.". Mark and Damian came up to the bed holding wooden practice swords.

WHACK!!!

They began to beat down hard upon Adrian, with Trozes joining in midway. Adrian could tell which strikes were Trozes, they hurt the most. Scrya stayed back however. The mastermind wouldn't bother dirtying his hands.

By the time they were done Adrian had trouble breathing, and couldn't have moved even without the bindings.

"I think it's time for us to finish this" stated Scrya.

"Let's just bring him to the Great Hall already, we are behind schedule." They lifted Adrian up and snuck out of the dormitory.

Between the dormitory and the main hall was a long trek out in the great outdoors. Adrian could feel Mark and Damian shivering from the cold and hear their teeth going off like a buzzsaw. were they could the thieves stuck to the foliage and were they couldn't they hurried for cover like bugs from an overturned stone. Before long they had reached the entrance to the great hall.

The Great Hall was a grand structure made of quartz and ivory. It was both magnificant and grandoise to all who viewed it, leaving many overwhelmed upon their first visit. On it's walls were portraits of the greatest thieves of guild since it was founded, such as the founder himself, Prometheus, the First Thief, or Asrenon, current Guildmaster and a man capable of weilding light divinity better than the gods it was stolen from.

At the end of the hall was a door. The door had been there since before Prometheus, and was what he used to found the Guild of Thieves. The Great Hall had been built around this gateway and shared both it's colour scheme and artistic style, blending into the room perfectly. If you entered the passage you would enter the God Realms.

The door was controlled by a little panel beside it which was operated with a series of dials. You could either choose a level of God Realm, split from 1-10 with 10 being the hardest, and enter directly leading you to a random God Realm of that level, or you could input coordinates to take you directly to your desired God Realm.

They carried him into the Great Hall and layed him before the gate, allowing him to sit up and watch them operate them operate the panel.

Scrya moved over to the panel and began operating it. What surprised Adrian wasn't when Scrya selected a 10 Star God Realm, it was when he began imputting coordinates. He knew this was well organised, as could be seen by the lack of guards, but he didn't realise they had access even to direct coordinates to a God Realm of this level, they were usually a heavily guarded secret.

Getting bored of the calmness of Adrian, Trozes provocked him "As expected of Mr. Perfect, staying calm even when he is about to be thrown into such a dangerous place. perhaps you believe that you might even be able to survive if you are lucky. I'm afraid to tell you you're fresh out of luck. These are the coordinates to a Great God's realm." surprise and fear raced across Adrian's eyes, disappearing just as fast.

"So even you are capable of fear." continued Trozes."But should you not still be afraid? It's this attitude that got you in this mess in the first place. I can offer you one last chance, become my servant for the rest of eternity, fulfilling my every whim and desire. I even have this Slave Contract right here, ready for you to sign. So what will it be? Subservience or death?".

The look in Adrian's eyes said it all.

"I suppose this is an eternal farewell than. Take a good look at my face, it could be the last thing you see." Trozes says with a grin.

Damian walks forth with the cloth. They throw his unconcious body into the gateway before making a run for it.