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Hikadu
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Only taking a second to breathe, Muup stood up and dusted off his black and red robes, he was a Mage, as strange as it was for one who uses magic to become a member of the Dark brotherhood, He had been chosen long ago, as a child. Due to an inherent clear conceince despite situations. Wiggling his fingers as his claws retracted, he felt his mana slowly returning to him, his eyes getting a slight blue tint as he looked to his destination, Using Magic to see the guards' soul presence through the walls, he could tell there were many on the approach, likely to see what commotion had come bout in this little scuffle.
Putting his hand on his chin he thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers, then he began to work. Taking the ropes he had on him before and tieing up the guard as he was before, Muup's left hand glew with a light purple haze, a few magical symbols appeared on his palm and he gently pressed it to the guard's chest, the emblem stayed upon him, and soon magic covered the guard's body, making an exact replica illusionary magic of Muup.
Using the last of the Illusion magic he pressed his palms together, and the magic then spread to himself, giving him the appearance of the guard he had just tied up, and not a moment later the group of guards that were coming stormed into the room. And Muup turnedm and crossed his arms. "What in Oblivion is going on here!?" Muup cried out to the other guards. "We heard a commotion coming from down here, some screaming!" they replied as Muup shook his head, "Of course there is, It's a gods damned torture chamber down here, what did you expect, now get back to your posts!" The guards saluted and quickly made their way back out of the room. Muup slowly rubbed his hands together, and the illusion upon him faded. And he felt his mana start to regenerate.
Now was part two of his grand master plan, his target, was a nearly retired master of the guards, his ceremony was actually to be held today, in about an hour. His job was to make an example of him, as he had been a pain in the Brotherhood's neck for many many years, Muup stepped quickly but quietly out from this room and over to a hallway, now the map he had looked at beforehand was starting to make sense. If all was going as he had planned, the Captain should return to his room to prepare for the ceremony. There he will be met with Sithis's cold grasp.