Ready for the Hunt_ AC3 Poem of ConnorReady for the Hunt_ AC3 Poem of Connor2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon is set,
Flames of the fire grow dim,
The Cry of wolves being to howl,
Through the misty cold woods,
It is time for the ultimate hunt,
The enemy is near,
I grab my axe and bow,
And set off towards my enemy's lair.
I am the One_AC PoemsI am the One_AC Poems2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I am the one who seeks Knowledge,
Hidden within these ancient relics,
Treasures of uncontrollable Power.
I am the one who seeks Leadership,
Guide the truehearted warriors,
To Fight off the evil within our World.
I am the Mentor.
I am the one who seeks Vengeance,
For the deaths of my family,
And the Lives of the Innocent.
I am the one who seeks for the Truth,
To know my enemy's plans,
In order to Stop their sinful Conspiracy.
I am the Messenger.
I am the one who seeks for Justice,
Fighting for what is right,
To gain Victory from my foe's defeat.
I am the one who seeks for Freedom,
Encounter endless battles,
To bring Peace for all people of the Nation.
I am the Warrior.
I am the one who seeks for Guidance,
To uncover the past,
From my Ancestors before me.
I am the one who seeks for Courage,
Fight through the struggles,
In order to Save the Future from Disaster.
I am the Chosen One.
Hooded ManHooded Man2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Born to kill, born to eliminate people
That lie. The hooded man has secrets
Deep down in his head, he doesn't deny
Them, he's not afraid.
He's everywhere, always there
Watching you, hunting you and
Waiting to strike. Collecting more information
For your death to be surprise.
You don't even notice that, but he
Is there. Always ready, always
Well prepared the hidden blade is
Waiting to stab.
While you're on your way, making
Plans for the dirty game. Somehow he
Appears in front of you and takes away all
The bad dreams you don't heal anymore.
100 Themes Challenge - Part 1100 Themes Challenge - Part 11 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Malik's first thought, when introduced to the scrawny boy with the golden eyes included a wondering over his Master's sanity.
Altair never realized just how complicated his past was until it took him an hour to explain it to his betrothed the month before their wedding.
3. Making History
As he held Kadar's dying head in his lap, Malik had the odd thought that the novice had never really made history.
Each wanted to best the other, and the clash of swords in the training ring of a slate eyed boy and a golden eyed child confirmed a rivalry that would last to the end of their days.
When he was turning his back on his Master's dead body, Altair could only think that now nothing could sadden him, and his soul was now unbreakable.
After a while of thinking he was seeing his brother's ghost, Malik began to think his obsession with maps was normal.
With his arm bleeding and his body broken, the ride to Masyaf fro
Malik's story - 3 Welcome to the BrotherhoodMalik's story - 3 Welcome to the Brotherhood1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Malik had the best night sleep he ever had, he slept so heavily that he ended up giving himself a dead arm from laying on it. He groaned into his pillow as he tried to push himself up, but it was no use, his arm laid limp under him. If you can't push, then roll, he thought, making his attempt to roll instead. He almost fell off if it weren't for the hands on his back stopping him. "Easy there!"
Malik's sleepy eyes shot open. That wasn't Alim's voice behind him! As he snapped his head round to see a woman holding him up.
"I didn't mean to scare you. Alim said you might of needed help to get washed and dressed," as she helped Malik sit up properly in his bed.
This woman most certainly didn't scare him, not with that soft calming voice she had. Maybe gave him a little fright, but not scared. He was more anxious as to why he couldn't move his arm, looking up at the woman with a slight concerned look, letting out a little whimper. "My arm.. It won't move," holding out his lifeless limb, wit
Waiting Game (GAME SPOILERS)He was getting too old for this, he was the Grand Master for a reason, the people under him were supposed to do this. But in all honesty he wanted to track down Church himself. Most likely anybody else would just screw up. Benjamin Church was a slimy bastard and had so far escaped his efforts to track him down. But he had received word of Church stealing a shipment intended for Washington and his forces, the shipment had been brought through the old abandoned church he was currently approaching. If the empty carts nearby, broken ones too, were anything to go by this place had long since been abandoned. Even by Church's men. But there was every chance they would return so he would lie in wait for them, an ambush in the waiting.Waiting Game (GAME SPOILERS)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now, where to hide. There were regular patrols of redcoats outside, one of which he already had to dodge, so hiding outside of the building was out of the question. It wasn't the best place for an ambush anyway. No, he would have to hide inside the church. Only i
The LeaderThe Leader2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the corner, behind the house he
Hides like a little white mouse.
Watching people walk away, checking
Every step and every breath they take.
He runs like a speed of light, he's
Vision is like eagle ones.
Enemy is on his way, blended with the crowd
The guilty one dies he disappears right now.
With skills of an assassin, with memories
That bleed, the creed follows him and
He takes that path and chooses the dangerous road,
He became the leader the man with hope.
Sofia, my Precious Flower of MineSofia, my Precious Flower of Mine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are my precious flower,
Your hair as the petals of a blossom rose,
Smooth by each touch of a strain,
Your gown as the color of ivy,
Surrounding your fine skin,
Your body as of a lovely stem,
Slender with curves,
Fragile by these rough hands of mine.
Your voice is the calling of the forest,
Attracting whom you wish to desire,
Your spirit is the Earth's internal growth,
Alive and free from no boundaries,
Your scent is the essence of sweet and spice,
Arousing my inner sensations,
Pleasing to my inner soul.
I yearn for you,
My precious flower,
That shall forever be within these hands of mine.
Sum of Memories: Chapter 1.Sum of Memories: Chapter 1.7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Likeness.
"Those who come to the sea will always return to it. Whether they're alive or dead is another matter entirely."
June 9, 1715. Caribbean Sea.
"Wyt ti'n hoffi dyri, Derwydd? Hob y deri dando... Unwaith oerais i o'th herwydd! Dyna ganu eto..."
The day was not particularly unpleasant, for being smack-dab in the middle of the hurricane season. Edward Kenway leaned upon the Jackdaw's wheel, breathing deeply and contentedly of the briny air as he sang softly. Their destination was coming up soon: they had heard of a merchant vessel that had recently been shipwrecked out here, and as of the moment, her contents were free for the taking. Opportunistic as he was, he had no desire to resist the lure of fresh supplies, especially when they needed the money.
"Ym mhob ardal y may brydôn! Canig hen y co'... Pwy na allant ddweud penillion! Hen gân co'... Canig hen y co', hob y deri dan y to!"
As they came up on the location, Edward ordered t
Assassin's Go To: McDonalds (Part 1 of 2)Ezio: "Connor, do you ever get the feeling you're being watched?"Assassin's Go To: McDonalds (Part 1 of 2)1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Connor: (Glances out the window where at least 100 fan-girls are waiting) "All the time."
Ezio: "Do you think they'll ever leave?"
Connor: "Well considering AC3 is going to come out soon, already hundreds of fan fics have been made about me, and almost every girl that's seen my picture wants to kiss me till I explode not a chance."
Ezio: "Well I'm sick and tired of being stuck in this house; if Malik doesn't get some fresh air, he's going to kill Altair."
Connor: "Still mad about what happened at Solomon's Temple, huh?"
Ezio: "That's just the tip of the ice cream."
Connor: "Iceberg, Ezio; the tip of the iceberg."
Ezio: "Whatever " (Glances outside) "Oh great."
Ezio: "Mercer is consuming the fan-girls again."
Connor: (Smiles darkly) "Is that such a bad thing?"
Ezio: "Well now we have to deal with the paperwork "
Connor: "But Ezio, brother, you're missing the big picture!"
Ezio: "Which is
Assassins Creed -Save Me-S a v e M eAssassins Creed -Save Me-2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't understand
Where are you?
You said you'd always be here with me.
Can you not hear my screaming?
I need you, but you're nowhere to be found.
Why won't you rescue me?
Am I not worth the risk?
I know I'm out my league.
I thought perhaps he had changed your mind.
I was wrong.
I don't know how much longer I'll last!
I can no longer tell my blood from that of my enemies.
My vision is blurring.
My heart is pounding.
My chest is pierced.
I'm falling asleep.
Shouts of curses are ringing in my ears.
All because of your pride.
This is your fault!
None of this should've happened!
I may be scared, but I'm ready to die.
It's not something that I wanted.
To die here.
If this is what it takes to change you, so be it.
I'll die here in hopes you'll realize your selfishness.
If he survives, protect my brother, promise me you will.
More so than anyone you have before.
No need to save me!
Hidden Blade_AC poemHidden Blade_AC poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take a breath,
Quickly, with force, the blade that is hidden becomes revealed,
With just one flick of the wrist,
Marvelous is it not?
How it shines through the moonlight's glow,
How this single blade can take one's life,
With just one stab through their living soul.
Addicted to Assassin's Creed?Signs you're addicted to Assassin's Creed:Addicted to Assassin's Creed?2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
1. When asked what your dream job is, you say "I wanna be an assassin!"
2. You can usually be found wearing a white hoodie, or white cloak with a hood sewn on.
3. You've made your own hidden blade.
4. You've chopped off your ring finger in order to use said hidden blade.
5. You were smart and made the sequel version of the hidden blade in order to keep your ring finger.
6. You smear blood on the feather of a bird and claim you just succeeded in an assassination.
7. You try to swing from planters hanging on porches, streetlights, etc.
8. You hop from roof to roof.
9. You climb onto your town's watertower and attempt to "Synchronize"
10. You address those you don't like as "Templars"
11. When you don't want to do something, you say "VIVA LE RESISTANCE!"
12. You have recently gotten into free-running or cross-country
13. Whenever you see an oddly-shaped metal bench or table, you lay on it and ask "Why isn't the Animus working...?"
14. When listen
AC OC Bio(Alex Salim).AC OC Bio(Alex Salim).2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Alex Salim
(Full name: Alexander Carter-Salim)
Age: 28 years
Date of birth: 19.01.1984 (19.jan.1984)
Height: 1.84 m
Eye color: Grey
Hair color: Dark Brown
Region: New York City, USA
Special Abilities: Eagle Sense
1. Hidden blades
3. Silent pistol (Beretta 92 FS)
4. Silent sniper rifle (Dragunov SVD)
Also able to use kodachi and hidden blade at the same time. Learned from modern assassins, which was relatives of Indians.
He is calm, kind, intelligent and sociabe guy, but he became and cruel a bit rough when he lost his mother. He respect his friends and allies, so he tries to talk with them calmly. Even when he is stressed or outraged. It's hard to do so, but when it happens - he can firsty act and only then think and also he becomes agressive. He is not afraid to give his opinion, even offensive. If someone from his friends will get into tr
01. Hunt [Fic]01. Hunt [Fic]2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This was the most difficult part. It was crucial to success; silence. Even the smallest scrape of his boot against the bark of the tree would alert attention, and attention was something he could not afford. There was a bear not too far ahead, a grizzly that pounded the very Earth back into place when it padded about in search for food.
Connor was perched in the crook of a branch not too far away, keeping his eyes locked on the mass of brown fur with obvious interest. He was a killer straight through, a true hunter.
Thing was, animals weren't the only things he hunted.
Connor leapt from the tree and tucked his body inwards towards his chest, still as silent as the grave even as he rolled through the snow behind the bear. Fluffy white flakes of the season sprang up around him and made it snow all over again.
The grizzly soon became the hunted the moment Connor's dagger sank true right in the base of the animal's spine, both paralyzing and instantly killing it.
There was little blood whe
Assassin's Creed 3 chatroom(Note: I have not finished the game yet)Assassin's Creed 3 chatroom1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
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UnappreciatedBrit: Desmond, is there a reason you're not in the animus right now?
AnimusVictim17: yea Becca said we should give it a few hours to cool off.
UnappreciatedBrit: "cool off"? What, were you petting so many dogs the system crashed?
AnimusVictim17: i think ur the only guy i know who types wt full words.
UnappreciatedBrit: Are you saying I should dumb my language down to your level?
AnimusVictim17: im just saying there are faster ways 2 type.
UnappreciatedBrit: if anything, I think you should stop using those stupid text-speak adages. They make you look like a sixteen-year-old girl.
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Connor: Out in the ColdHe lunged forward, defiant. And missed his mark. His feet slid out from under him on the powdery snow as he was pushed back. He fell onto his back with a dry grunt and rolled over or tried to. He was rolling. Just not aside but down. Along the snow that whispered dryly under him, his fingers gouging tracks in a futile attempt to stop.Connor: Out in the Cold2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He slid right out over the precipice in a white cloud of white powder, his hands scraped raw red by the coldness of the snow. He dangled the abyss, snow slowly floating past him with a deceptive ease. He panted, chest constricted by the press of the cliff edge.
Only the leather strap around his wrist stopped his free fall. He risked a quick glance over his shoulder down. It was a long way down, a very long way. His heart pounded in his heaving chest. It hurt to breathe. His wrist pulsed with every heart throb.
A shadow fell over him. Reflex took over. He glanced up, fast. To see the black barrel of a gun pointing at his face, the hammer drawn back.
Open your eyesSon...Open your eyes1 year ago in Settings More Like This
You think me so soft, that by calling me son I might change my mind? How long have you sit on this information, or am I to believe you discovered it now?My mothers blood may stain another hands, but Charles Lee is no less a monster, and all he does he does by your command! A warning to you both; choose to follow me, or oppose me, and I will kill you.
Unsheathing his sword, Haytham readied himself for an easy win. Connor was clearly in no condition to fight, and this time, he would teach his boy a thing or two about arrogance. He had sent Lee away to safety, to hide until his position could be restored. Now to just deal with this thorn in his side, his own son who had undone decades of careful planning, now stumbled foolishly before him, quickly losing blood and utterly dazed. His plan was simple; kill Connor.
Thrusting his sword forward, Haytham dove at C
Movie Night Assassin's Creed FF AUSuddenly the TV screen turned from dark and scary to glaringly bright and cheery as yet another commercial interrupted the movie.Movie Night Assassin's Creed FF AU2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We should've just gotten a DVD..." Altair groaned. He nuzzled closer to Malik as he muted the TV. For a while they blankly watched the screen. A group of very stylish looking teenagers featured in an ad for CREED sweaters. At the end the brand's motto 'Everything is permitted.' flashed across the screen.
"Guess what..." Malik said, looking away from the TV and at Altair next to him. " 'Everything is permitted' is actually the second half of the last words of the first Hashishin leader: 'Laa shay'a waqi'un moutlaq bale kouloun moumkine.' "
"Nothing is true, everything is permitted...", translated Altair, thoughtfully. "Where do you get all these random facts?"
"You know" Altair said. "I'm wearing a CREED hoodie right now. Does that make me an assassin?"
Malik chuckled quietly. "I doubt it...."
Altair sat up, pulling his hood up and down low o
Death OfDeath Of2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They had invaded Masyaf with no warning.
The Templars sliced first through the village, killing almost everyone in the streets. Those who were in their homes were dragged out and murdered. The woman were raped and left in the bloodied roads. The children were thrown off the cliffs.
The assassins fought like they never had before. Time soon found Altair and Malik fighting back to back, their blades twirling in a dance of death. The master assassin blocked a sword with his short blade, pushing it aside and giving the Templar a blow to the head, throwing him back and to the ground. Another took up his position, ready to strike at the best moment. Malik was faring no better, there were simply too many of the enemy to take down. An exceptionally loud clang of steel against steel made him turn for a split second. Altair and a Templar guard were locked in a deadly dance. The master assassin was oblivious to the impending doom to his right. The enemy raised his blade, bringing down with a sile
Crossed times -Alex-Altair ficCrossed times -Alex-Altair fic3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: First meeting
Altiar was defiantly the weirdest men Alex Mercer had ever met.
That was one of the first things Alex mercer found out about he assassin; though if he'd had his way he wouldn't have known anything at all because he wouldn't have taken the man into their hideout; it was Dana; his younger sister, who convinced him to help the other.
When they first met Altair he was wearing strange clothing he was severely wounded and was unconscious, Dana had insisted Alex carry the injured man to Ragland to be fixed up; she had a much kinder heart that Alex ever had and grudgingly he obeyed his sister, if only so they could get a few answers later.
Ragland had a hard time talking off the others outfit having seen nothing like it before, it seemed underneath every layer of cloth, there was a new weapon hiding underneath; a longsword a short sword, hidden throwing knives are just a sample of Altair's arsenal but what shocked the three of them, was the
Regret - An Altair fanficRegret - An Altair fanfic2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Altair looked at the horizon of Jerusalem with a soft sigh, the view from the roof of the mosque was beautiful, the golden sun shined down on the crowded city, bathing it in a light that was warm and pure...but Altair felt anything but warm.
His golden eyes flicked downwards as he watched the people below go about their daily lives so naïve of the war they were in the middle of...the assassin almost wished he were that naïve, that free. The golden eyed male frowned softly and shook his head at such thoughts; no, he had been born into the brotherhood, he had been born to be raised as and assassin to uphold the laws of the Creed.
Something he had already failed at.
The former master assassin brushed his fingers over his eyes as if trying to rub away sleep; the hood didn't reveal the weary look in his eyes, the tiredness he felt; he may have been spared death by Al Maulim, but in all honesty the demoted assassin wished he was dead already; and if he felt
AltMal Wounded 2 -DreamsAltMal Wounded 2 -Dreams3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 2 Shattered dreams
Altair opened his eyes.
'W...where?' He thought to himself confused as his bleary eyes focused his vision becoming clear before he looked around; it was his room, he was in his room in Masyaf...so what had awoken him? "Altair!" The male almost jumped a mile as he spun his right hand behind him, reaching for the blade he always had tucked under the thin blankets that were his bed, but he relaxed upon seeing it was only another assassin.
"Kadar" Altair said after a moment as he recognized the other; the young assassin was grinning at him his blue eyes alight in excitement as he stared down at his idol with almost loving eyes "What is it?"
"Don't you remember? You promised you'd train with me today" Kadar said with a little frown, so much so he was almost pouting "Your not usually this forgetful...not that there's anything wrong with it! You are the best right?" He said with a little laugh; it sounded a little nervous, but the
Novice day pt 1Sparks filled the air as the two shards of metal bounced off each other with a resounding 'clang'. The Assassin smirked confidentaly under his hood and took a step back from the heavily breathing guards. The patrol had been easy enough to find- and starting a little trouble...well, that's what he did best.Novice day pt 13 years ago in Comedy More Like This
"Come on," Ezio laughed, "I cannot be THAT good!"
"Figlio di puttana!" The armored man snarled, "DIE!"
He swung the steel mace wildly, aiming for a blow to the white-hooded man's jaw. Grinning, Ezio easily sidestepped him and knocked him on the helmet with the butt of his sword comically. The loud 'plunk' sent the guard's eyes widening and he tumbled to the ground in a large, blackish heap.
"Careful, ragazzi," There were only three guards left now- two swords and a mace, Ezio noted- they slowly began to move in a triangle formation, "This one is cunning."
"Grazie for your opinion, messere," Ezio nodded politely, smirking all the same, "I'm glad you think so highly of me!"
A guard to