Sum of Memories: Chapter 8.Sum of Memories: Chapter 8.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 8: Traitors.
"You should've learned, by now, not to fuck with me."
July 2, 1715.
As Rhian Yates was escorted across the gap between the Jackdaw and the H.M.S. Sophie alongside Estevan and the rest of the Spaniards, she kept her features carefully neutral. She refused to feel regret for what she had done, which was exactly what she had needed to do to survive. Beside her, Estevan and Juan laughed and joked about how Edward had collapsed in front of the entire crew and the boarding party. Rhian added her input when necessary. However, her overall mood was solemn, if not positively sour. If nothing else, she was more than unhappy to be back on a naval vessel.
She was in extreme danger.
If any of the crew decided to look too closely at her, they would likely recognize her for a woman. While she knew naval crews to be more disciplined than pirate crews, she had no doubts that at least one man would decide to risk
The Assassins Creed1. Stay your blade from the flesh of a innocentThe Assassins Creed6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
2. Hide in plain sight
3. Never compromise the Brotherhood
Panzerlied engl. translationPanzerlied engl. translation4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In blizzard or storm,
Or in sun warm and bright,
The day hot as hell
Or bone-chilling be the night,
Our faces may with dust be laid,
But spirits never fade,
No, never fade;
Relentless, our tank
Thunders out on a raid.
With engines a-howling,
Fast as is the wind,
We head for the foe,
Safe, as we're in armor skinned.
Our comrades still behind us roam;
We fight the foe alone,
Yes, fight alone.
We stab through the line
To break the foes backbone.
Whenever the foe
May appear in our sight,
We'll ram throttle full,
Then we'll humble all his might!
Of what use is our life if we
Our country serve freely?
Yes, serve freely!
To die for our country,
Our honour shall be.
With tank traps and mines,
Our foe tries to impede.
We laugh at his ruses;
We know he'll not suceed.
And when, in threat, his cannons stand,
Half hidden in the sand,
Yes, in the sand,
We can find our way
Over much safer land.
And should at long last,
Fickle Lady Luck leave,
And we remain here,
Leaving family to grieve,
A bullet wit
Assassins Creed -Lie to Me- Lie to MeAssassins Creed -Lie to Me-3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Don't tell me he's gone
I can hear as he breathes
Don't tell me he's gone
I can feel his heart beat
Don't tell me he's gone
He means everything to me
He was so young
He was so full of life
But I traded that joy
For hatred and strife
I see his face
When I close my eyes
Don't tell me he's gone
I want you to lie
Blind DatesI broke up with a blind woman the other day.Blind Dates1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I told her I think we should start seeing other people.
L'Occhio della MorteRoma 1500 CEL'Occhio della Morte5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Padre Bruno swept the little church of Santo Michele near the Coliseum. He had just finished celebrating the evening mass in the hulking shadow of the Roman past. He had often stared up at the towering walls, half crumbled with centuries of disuse and human abuse, and wondered about the people that had built this. He had read little he was fortunate enough to possess some literacy due to being a bastard son of an official at the Papal court. He had never had time though to develop his skills further. His flock was demanding all of his time. The sick, the lame, the women and their children. He helped all as much as he could. His Brothers did not have much respect for his abilities he was a small man in a big world, after all. But they gave him a little support, nonetheless to make sure he did not leave them. His literacy, limited as it was, presented a problem to them. If he turned a spy against them, they'd be undone. He often laughed at such foolishne
AltMal: Mixed Emotions (Ch. 3)Stunned at Malik's indirect reply, Altair couldn't stop the rafiq from getting away. He pushed the assassin to the side, quickly retreating to the other side of his desk. He sat in the chair in the far left corner, his back to Altair. Taking one of the books from the shelf, Malik decided it was suddenly far more interesting than talking to or even looking over at his supposed crush.AltMal: Mixed Emotions (Ch. 3)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Altair just stood there as silent as a statue, struggling to come to terms with this revelation.
He loves me. Malik Al-Sayf LOVES me. That...that makes no sense. Why does he? We're both men, and yet he has feelings for me. What in Allah's name am I supposed to do about this?
Just as Altair was about to say something, Malik cut him off.
"Hurry up and go finish your mission." The rafiq held a white feather over his shoulder instead of turning around to give it to him.
Altair sighed and took it, then reluctantly left the bureau. He'd have to talk to Malik later (if he didn't ge
Altair: Eagle and HoundThe archer squinted into the driving rain, trying to aim but cursed when he saw nothing. Where in hell were ? He KNEW his men had chased that white robed Assassin into a corner of the square between two dilapidated houses: a warehouse long in disuse and an inn whose clientele were unsavoury to say the least. God, how could they have lost him?Altair: Eagle and Hound6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rain. That was the problem. Rain and thunder all day long. Unrelenting as Gods punishment. He cursed more, an uninterrupted stream of oaths muttered. His lord back in his quarters in Aleppo had sent them to kill this impudent wretch whod dared to kill his uncle, the previous lord of Aleppo. For weeks theyd pursued him till theyd chased him here into this abandoned little town where the population was barely visible.
Ah, there he was again. The archer once more put arrow to string, moving swiftly across the roof of the old house to the next, eyes on the speck of white as it moved and dodged between houses. Hed led
ThresholdAssassin's Creed - Altair Pre-gameThreshold7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was the smell, more than anything, that he would always remember. The pain was intense, yes, but the scent of his burning flesh as they held him down and cauterized the wound lodged itself in his memory first and foremost.
Al Mualim addressed him. "You have performed well, exceeding your instructor's expectations."
"Thank you, Master."
"Your studies and drills have given you a solid foundation, but I think it is time you were truly tested. I believe you are ready to receive the Mysteries, but the work is yours alone to accomplish. You will spend the next three days in preparation. No food will pass your lips during this time. You will remain in silent meditation, seeking the truth within. We will soon see if you are worthy of the title Assassin."
He nodded respectfully and rose to his feet, his heart pounding. He had a feeling that he would soon attain Al Mualim's blessing and that the Mysteries would follow, but his sudden announcement had
Altair: Madness of the BeastKerak, 1187 CEAltair: Madness of the Beast7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He had fought like a beast. And so they had chained him like one.
The darkness was so absolute it seemed solid, hard enough to touch. Nothing penetrated its veil: no daylight for there were no windows to allow any, nor was there any torchlight for the door to the cell was solid wood, covered in rusted steel plates on both sides. The cell was made of large stone blocks, roughly squared but well fitted together with mortar. It was small in size, six feet from the back wall to the door and across from wall to wall: a square shape. A stone box. A strong cage. For an Eagle.
The prisoner shifted, chains clinking. The sound of metal moving was loud in the darkness. As grating as the regular heartbeat reverberating in the room. How could no one hear it outside? Since hed been thrown here two weeks had it been that long? Hed lost track of time down here in this dank damp slime covered box of a room ago he had hardly seen anyone, least of all the man who&
Scourge of Sin5Cyprus 1195 CEScourge of Sin56 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Altair was in the middle of packing up when he heard the door creak open behind him. He did not turn. He knew who was staring at him. He continued folding his robes. He'd not be wearing them when he left.
"You can't go."
The words fell into a dead silence. The only sounds were the swish of cloth and the slide of steel as the Assassin sheathed his weapons. He packed away the Hidden Blade. He'd not be travelling as a Brother. He would be a simple pilgrim. His gaze shifted to the borrowed clothes of a penitent travelling to Jerusalem to seek forgiveness for his sins. A simple homespun shirt with full sleeves, pants of a rough weave. He'd only keep his boots and the right brace on. His sword and short blade would travel with him as usual. He'd adapted the shoulder harness with a leather maker on leave here to wear the blade as a dagger. The shoulder brace of knives he packed away. The rest, he'd secret about his person.
"Your prior and you want to be rid of me. And I know I
Altair: Leap of FaithAltair was angry. He strode into the Masters study, boots loud on the floor, robes practically bristling like the fur of an angry cat that is ready to claw. His eyes were hard black like onyx, flat with hostility. He stopped before al Mualim, tall and proud. He had just killed Majd Addin and seen himself reflected in that man. He had not liked it much but had forced himself to examine his behaviour and actions. He had understood his inadequacies and set in motion a course to change them. He had also been thinking about all those words his victims had spoken. The secrets that he felt just beyond his reach, that he could not open without a key that had made him angry.Altair: Leap of Faith6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Moreover, the Master knew something about all this. A lot about all this. But had only fed him evasion and obedience to his authority. He had gone along with his Masters words and games until he was more sure of his standing: a few successful missions usually mellowed the Masters temper that was oth
Altair's ExileExile.Altair's Exile6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The word repeated itself in my head over and over like a litany.
I was numb, although this outcome was not unexpected. But I had hoped
My gaze never left the far wall of the main hall of the fortress where my Brothers had sat in judgment of me and my deeds. The decision had been made long before this farce of a trial. Those who had never forgiven me my arrogance and those who believed the law above all had condemned me to
My weapons were stripped from me. I did not protest. I stood alone amid all the Brothers, amid faces hostile, cold, sorrowful and shocked. Not all had agreed with the decision to banish me. Many had wanted me dead. Dead because Id killed al Mualim. Necessary as that had been, I had broken the law of the Brothers. I had rebelled against the leader chosen for his wisdom and sense. I was a criminal.
No matter my intentions, the law was clear.
I did not look at anyone, least of all Malik whose face was stony but
Death and the AssassinAssassin's Creed Altair Parody/HumorDeath and the Assassin7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Visionary Assassins Halloween Challenge
Malik stopped in his tracks. "No."
Altair turned and eyed him impatiently. "It's the shortest route."
Malik crossed his arms, resolved not to give in this time. "The shortest route is not always the wisest one," he replied, casting a wary eye toward the gate. "We should go around it."
"Around it?! It's the largest cemetery in Jerusalem. I am ready to go home! Going around it is ridiculous." He waited and receiving no reply, tried to goad his reluctant friend. "Do not tell me you are afraid of a cemetery, Malik."
Malik's face twisted up with indignation. Still, he could not deny that the place gave him the heebie jeebies. The huge metal gate loomed like a gaping mouth, what lay beyond it even more potentially fraught with danger. "It won't add that much time to our journey," he said at last.
Altair stared, his face stern and reproachful. He didn't have to say a word that look said it
Altair: FiresAltair dragged on the reins angrily. Aisha skidded to the stop with a reproachful whinny. Altair paid her no mind. He dismounted, movements jerky as he tied her to the railing outside the gates of Damascus. Aisha snorted as he unbuckled his sabre from the saddle to put it around his waist. She would not even look at him when he put an arm to her neck to give her a parting caress. He told himself to not be a fool and take his anger and frustration out on Aisha. It was not her fault that he was here, in Damascus, without his golden hilted sabre or his throwing knives. Those belonged to a Master Assassin, not to a mere Assassin aspirant. Like him. His throat locked as fury flooded him. If not for He bit his lip, leaning against Aishas shoulder. Theyd not gotten along for ages but hed never thought hed come to hate Malik or be so angry at him as now. If not for Maliks outburst the sting of his Masters punishment would not hurt so much. If not for MAltair: Fires6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Character Interview 2.2Character Interview 2.24 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Please don't kill me fangirls. This is just what came out. I write all trancey, like I'm in an Animus, so I normally hardly even have an understanding of where I am, let alone what I am writing. I NEVER specified who the narrator was so it can be whoever the HELL you want. XP
I say this because I've dealt with FAR TOO MANY STUPID, STALKERISH, RABID FANGIRLS to want to take any chances. Thank you. <3 to my Watchers who actually read this crap <3
Hello Sir, can you tell me where you are?
I'm in Monteriggioni, I'm training at the moment.
Can you tell me your name?
Depends who are you?
Narr: *whispers* It's me Ezio.
Oh, why are you in your disguise?
Narr: I need some information, can you help me?
Narr: What is your name?
How old are you?
If you had
Altair: WinterboundThe snow was piled high in the Carpathian Mountains and the wind blew its stinging coldness straight into the mans face. His brows and eyelashes were caked with it. There was water mixed in with the ice of the pellets. The cold wind cut through every layer of clothes hed put on. He struggled under all the weight of the thick wool tunic and coat he wore. Even the cloak did not keep out the searching fingers of the unfriendly wind that was his only companion three days out of the last village hed been to on his way across the mountains. His supplies were running low and he still had not hit the midpoint of the pass.Altair: Winterbound7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His foot slid on the ice concealed under the treacherous snow cover, so soft and yielding was it. Fresh snow unpadded by the many feet of men. No one walked this pass in the winter time. No sane man would even attempt. But then, he mused as he righted himself, keeping a tight hold on the lead rein of his horse, hand scraping against the rock for purch
Scourge of Sin4Cyprus 1195 CEScourge of Sin46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gilbert de Treville studied the monk carefully, then folded his hands on the table, his brown eyes never leaving the monk standing before him. He picked up a goblet from the table near the fireplace, cold now that summer was here. He drank slowly, watching the monk shift all the while. It was obvious the man was unused to the presence of military authority. Especially authority from what his church considered a heretical doctrine. No matter. I already know he is there. He can't hide from me.
Smacking his lips lightly, he set down the wine and approached a few steps towards the monk away from the sun shining through the window. He folded his hands behind his back, exposing the pommel of his sword in the process as well as the red cross on his chest. Always keep your quarry off guard. Such was the Templar adage, unspoken, unwritten but known to many of the Knights.
"This island is in enough turmoil already," de Treville said softly. "Why not bring some peace to it by being
Atlas, Part Two: ConnorAtlas, Part Two: Connor3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By Portrait of a Scribe/ElvenWhiteMage
"They may discover him, and it will prove his death. His person can be too plainly seen by the light of that fire, and he will become the first and most certain victim."
-James Fenimore Cooper, "The Last of the Mohicans"
Connor Kenway dreams in red.
He dreams in red, and in orange, and in yellow, white, and every color in between. Connor dreams in flame. Sometimes, he hears his mother's last words, he smells the stench of burning flesh, he tastes the ash on the air. Other times, he remembers a burning brewery, the explosions of ale casks, feels the heat of the flames, and it is enough to make him shy away.
Still other times, he dreams of the only woman he has loved in his adult life, and he dreams of a different flame, entirely.
But those good dreams are few and far between. More often than not, his dreams consist of carnage and pain, and he w
Altair: Foolish DeedsSaxony Late Fall 1195Altair: Foolish Deeds6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I ran, branches slapping wetly at my face and clothes, the stray drops of rain from the green soaking into the bards clothes I wore. I kept my arms up in front of me pushing the springy branches aside, not stopping or slowing down. My lungs pumped harshly Id been running for hours, up and down ravines and over rocks. The trees were close, making a wall I had to crawl, break through instead of simply running. Perhaps that was an advantage after all: theyd have trouble catching me on their horses. And even if they dismounted their chainmail would drag them down. In open spaces mail was a good thing to wear, allowing movement while protecting the body. In a dense forest though in a thunderstorm where rain came down in watery sheets ceaselessly and had done so since this morning, the knights chain mail hindered their speed. But they dared not take it off, I smiled to myself almost snapping my ankle on a stray stone at the top
Hooded ManHooded Man3 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.
AbandonedI lay in pieces, scattered across the ground.Abandoned6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I search for help, there is none to be found.
I look to the sky, and let out a great sound.
I scream, I yell, but with no one around,
I lay in pieces, scattered across the ground.