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[Sethos]

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“Idiots…” Sethos thought aloud sitting down on his small bed, looking up at the worn and termite ridden wooden rafters. He could not help but be annoyed, and disappointed.The Great and mighty cult of the Ebon Skull was simply sad. With little to no effort he was able to prod the Skeleton Norture for information, which he then used to prod the Wraith Bailos for information, all the while weaving a false history form what he was told. He could not help but smile every time he mentioned his “masters” Lamech and Felrath, beings he had never even heard of until a few weeks ago. Then, he easily baited Norture into crafting his false life story about Moonglow, and his teachers. He was very disappointed, all these Necromancers were so easily out-witted.
With great care Sethos allowed them to view certain weaknesses of his, to win certain verbal victories. Yes, how they all walked directly into his web of lies with such blind trust. But even he had to admit the events of last night were unforeseen, an explosion and the loss of the connection to the skull in it’s anger something he had not predicted, but as always there was a contingency plan. This would also be bent to serve his research, his own hidden agenda. A small smile crossed his lips, in the recesses of his young mind a thought, an plan was blossoming. No, they would never see it coming, he was too young in their minds to be a threat, to even be taken seriously. They did not know how twisted the dark arts have made him during his youth, how cunning he had become. And his power, far exceeding that of many others his age, unlike them he was willing to take certain risks, make certain sacrifices for power. This would be no different.
Throwing his heavy cloak quickly around his form he spoke the words “Kal Ort Por”, a sudden rush of cold air rushed him as his vision cleared and he felt the freezing speckles of snow striking the hem of his hood. Walking up the narrow stone stair-case he pushed the heavy iron clad doors open, not even a sound this time, the door closed and his foot-prints would soon be buried. He had to prepare, alone in silence. He would not fail again, this time nothing would get in the way.


The chase begins…