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[Nh'bdy]

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The Anarchist known as Nh'bdy let out a lethargic sigh as he glances down into the crystalline sheet of water that lay just a short drop down from his perch. Glancing to his right, the Docks of Britain. Dressed in his usual attire, save for five large pouches attached to his belt, this was it, the moment he'd bee building too for a week now. A week of the watchful eye of his spyglass, a week of eagle eyed watching was about to-

*SPLASH*

A chilly embrace flooded his person, the still waters were now intruded apon by millions of tiny portions of air, and perhaps most surprising, a man in a mask.

His figure slid undetected under the water, occasional frowning at the bitter taste of the lamb's innards, but they held the air, the outer pouch ensuring their integrity, Nh'bdy was like one of the larger aquatic predators, arriving at the hull of a particularly large boat, his mask breeches to his eyes before finally lurching from the water, smacking a small device into the soft wood. Tying one end of the rope to the small fish-eye hook, he tossed a large hook twards the side of the ship, giving it a tug he nodding and began the ascent, the water draining from his person.

Mounting the summit, Nh'bdy rolled over the protective railing and was on his was across the bow, his footsteps all but nonexistent. The few moments went by unmarked, the stillness of the mid afternoon only broken when

*THUD*

One bound and gagged Royal Navy member was tossed onto the deck, squirming and attempting to scream, moments later another was thrown beside him. The masked figure scurried away from the pair, after another long pause, the ship lurched and began to pull away from the docks. A few men ran to her as the walk-ways fell or tore away, Nh'bdy ran to the side, casting them dramatic waves, or blowing the kisses one sees as a ship departs for war, disappearing again, the single canon barked and the perusers made way for their ships. The act was done.

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The ship whined in protest, rocking back and fourth like a gargantuan metronome, the gentle lapping of the waves taking place of the harmony, the ship's strain made for a nice baritone, waiting patiently Seth turned his gaze to the sky.

Almost time for the wood winds to chime in...

Seth caresses the surface of his beloved mask, how it had served him, through fire and flames, past scarring and maim, until the day he had taken if off. His fingertips ran up the cool exterior and over the eye slots, now billowing with a deep red smoke, carrying the scent of burning oak. He felt the cloth of his guise, recalled the stains of chemicals, psychoactive and explosive, blood of friend enemy and of course, his.

He then felt the cool porcelain of the mask he wore now. He chuckled
slightly, recalling the day Isk had asked him his price, the price for his mask, or rather to remove it.

Speaking to no one at all, Seth casts his voice into the salt laden air.

I was born to a mother and father, in grave contrast to most prolific persons origin He counts to three silently From birth, I was somewhat of an enigma. I lived my younger years as most do..frolicking, ignorant of the pain of my Sossoria..My Sossoria is dead now..she is a Jezebel. Casting aside her morals to any man carrying the banner of truth and freedom. Carrying a banner of deceit. Seth pauses to take a breath, and to suppress the emotion from his words. I attempted to preach the Virtues..Scandal! Bloodshed! I was cast from the shallow watered docks of ignorance into the murky waters of life...

Pausing for a moment, suddenly Seth kicks a large stack of sealed envelopes, as if summoned by a higher force, the wind gusts, sending them fluttering into the sky in every direction. As they flutter and begin to disappear, Seth's voice seems weaker.

My children...my cryptic riddles, I have cast you into my beloved Trade Winds, may they carry you far, scattering the eternal resting place of my life's work. May the riddle send a group of wide-eyed youth on a occupation of brighter days..or may they bring my assassins to the mislabeled brilliance. Cast as insanity by those that don't understand..Perhaps my actions were rash..the fires, the kidnappings, the druggings. Perhaps challenging the Regent, the protectorate..Bah.

The speech that shall never be delivered is cast away with a dismissive wave. Seth stands, placing his rightful helm on, walking across to a sizable chest resting on the edge of the ship..he pushes gently, it plummets towards the watter, colliding with a large splash, breaking the gentle sounds heard in the moments previous. As the chest descends the still rope begins to unravel..snapping taunt a figure is dragged across the deck suddenly, a momentary scream signaling the end of the innocent melody. The momenta of reflection over, Seth looks over the glistening water to the city of Britannia. At that very moment, a strange howl seems to echo across the land, the sound can only be compared to the disgruntled breath of the land flowing over itself. For a moment, not a man stares at the land..but a force locks eyes with a force..

It was done.. Adrien Garnier's personal ship "Vinculum" now belonged to noone atall.

The mask's gaze shifted to the mast, noticing a small fact he had not, one that made him roar with anger, rising making for the upper-deck, the inscription seemed to stand out, taunting the entire purpose of the theft.

May the world tremble as it contemplates what we are about to do
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