A Thief's Pitfall Part 2: Into The Depths

Bones were strewn across the floor's surface. Garak couldn't help but think they were from other fellows who had befallen a predicament similar to his own. He laughed at the irony as he stroked his black beard in thought. Usually he was the one who made the traps rather than becoming the one that is trapped. “May dah' Lucky Maiden chuckle at me own farce,” he laughed hysterically. He didn't fear anyone hearing him behind these walls.

Garak Stoneswift felt the stone walls surrounding him once again. This time he couldn't seem to find anything. Perhaps this was his fate for the misdeeds he had committed in his life. Garak propped himself up against the wall, sliding down into a slouched posture, and sat down in contemplation. He kept telling himself that there was always a way out, even in the midst of uncertainty. He was stubborn as any dwarf would be for sure.

“Blast it!” Garak slammed his gloved fists upon the cobblestone floor. It felt smoother than normal cobblestone though. At that very moment a thought occurred to him. This floor he sat upon wasn't made of cobblestone at all, but instead a form of marble granite that was shaped like cobblestone.

He reached into his magical bag of holding, one of his most prized possessions because it supplied him with any object he imagined, and he pulled out a pickaxe. The head of the ax gleamed with a silvery finish. It was made of a special kind of material called mithril, which when forged with steel causes it to become lighter in density.

He began chipping away at the ground when suddenly the floor gave way. He fell into a hole and slid down through twists and turns until he fell into another room. When he finally looked up to see where he was, he noticed that this particular place had a portal. It swirled with a dark purple and red substance similar to water. Garak wasn't one for magical artifacts, but he knew what this contraption before him was. It wasn't something easily used, except by the artificer who created it. On the other side of the dark room Garak could see a wooden door half falling off its hinges. Wherever he was now, mustn't have been seen in decades. Cobwebs covered the ceiling and a few mice skittered from one hole to another. The room also felt a bit cold, as if it were in a dungeon.