[DISCLAIMER: I do not condone acts of terrorism in real life, nor do I pretend to poke fun at them with this RP. I live in a country where terrorism has been active for over 50 years, and is currently threatened by Islamic terrorism. Please, don't bash on this event for that reason.]
Trembling paws held the small pliers firmly as a small fuse was diposited within a phial ful of some kind of oily liquid. Crude shards of sharp, twisted metal surrounded a dark granulous material, which was protected by an orb of black glass. On the darkened, mouldy table, a few more artifacts, some wrapped in oily linen, some disguised as a mail package, rested beside the item the fenki worked on.
She carefully stuffed the opening in the explosive device with a handful of rivnak fur, gently pulling the fuse through it before she wrapped the orb in a grey cloth, painted especially to be disguised as a chunk of wall or a rock.
The sewers were especially cold that night, but not as smelly, thankfully. The end of the warm season was nearing, and the heat that once made the dirt rot and smell was now gone. Holding tightly onto her bag full of danger, the fenki skimmed about the tall corridors, dodging an arangma here and disappearing from the sight of a rogue there.
The darkness engulfed Hydlaa, only breaking in the occasional spots here and there by some oil lamp burning, and of course around Kada-El's. She hid behind the barrels against the building's wall, waiting until the two Enkidukai in charge of the Hydlaa Guard in the Upper District stopped chatting and went on patrol.
Skipping from roof to roof until she got to the walls, she quickly ran across them, reaching the gates leading to East Hydlaa and quietly observing the Grotemeys' shop. Seeing as they were probably off for the day, and that no guard was around, she let herself slide down the wall behind the tent and quickly darted through the passage.
The area around the library was deserted. A light coming from one of the windows in the building meant either Jayose or Arion were, again, pulling an all-nighter. Luckily enough, she knew better, and stuck her body to the wall surrounding the library. Past the Order of Light guildhouse, around Ad Libertatem, and there she was. She licked her lips before giving a wide grin, gently tapping the bag full of explosives and malicious artifacts. As she placed them against walls, strapped under tables and hidden underneath benches, only one thought went through her head.
"Whisper bless, overlings. Whisper bless."
[OOC Notice: The artifacts used will be books acting as props, with a somewhat detailed description of them. Not all of them will be exclusively explosive devices (included but not limited to): different effects will be described by the in game books, left before the festival. Please, do not bash on my game character when she drops the books: it is merely an OOC move to illustrate the effects better.]