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Rising slowly, Seth felt the pain of the evening, the strain in his legs, the burns, the cuts, and a single rib cracked when he was cast down the stairs.

To no avail he grunts, falling back to the bed. His mind had finally regained the capability of thought, spurred forward by the jolts of pain he felt, first thing was first, assets lost. His voice was cool and calm, speaking to no one with closed eyes.

Sighing deeply, Seth let his hands begin to survey his body. He felt the sting of bruises everywhere, the sensation of burns from the flames, he felt the rib, and smiled a bit. Nothing broken after all, just cosmetic flaws, all of which would heal, except one.

Move his hand to his ear, he let the the touch fall down, on top of his jaw. Then it began to come back to him, like a torrent, the preparations they had made...

New mask Comrade?

Seth simple nodded, polishing the black mask, checking the small syringe mounted on the left interior.

So, you told me this was your escape..how are you going to manage it?

Turning on his work stool. His voice tempted with glee as he explained.

There are certain chemical compounds that can give the facade of death, it's why you see the bells on graves, but you know that. Well, when the body is given a large enough dose, breathing becomes shallow enough to not even cast onto a mirror, I'm going to poison myself, and when the coroner or constable removes my mask, this will cut me, and I shall wake..violently, hopefully enough to make my exit.

Seth's voice was tinted with the dark tone of his crafting as he moved to another table, two neatly folded outfits.

And these..are clothes, but no normal clothes. I had them warded, warded by a very strong Arcanist. They are warded against flames, which coupled with your high tolerance, will allow us out faux deaths. They are also warded to conceal subtle movements. Couple that with the slight of hand training, we can prime explosives, conceal shallow breathing, for the price, it really is worth it.

Seth took a few strides to the opposite side of the room, pulling a sheet off the contraptions as Malorn spoke.

Then, Comrade, this shall be the ending act, to start the play

Beneath the sheet set two harnesses, a myriad of explosives aswell sets of knives, lock picks, murky bottles containing a near rainbow of contents, and finally, a large unmarked package

Laying in his bed still, Seth begins to almost daydream of the events of that night. The nights he had had in the past months. Setting houses ablaze, kidnappings, procuring of mysterious substances, this was his calling and it was obvious now.

I'd like to think I stood well against the Magnate. A man of such teachings, a fierce competitor in verbal dueling. His stance is strange, no hesitation in which to strike, parrying and side steps..the night went well but there were flaws..

Again Seth falls into the state of remembrance, almost cherishing the memory, his hazel eyes ablaze with the ache for the experience...

He recalled the Seer picking him up..he spoke, and had forgotten completely about his crystal..but this mistake..in his mind was the biggest insult he had handed to them that evening. To allow your enemy to think they had slain you allows them comfort..he allowed his advisory that for just a moment before shattering it like the very crystal that had acted as his medium..this was only the beginning, and soon..soon the real fun would begin.
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"What do you call a fish with four legs? A stool pidgeon! Bwuagh bwuagh bwuagh bwguagh!"
~Malorn