Carboard Chronicles: Hell Arc-The MaskMe: I sent off Sicarius to prepare for the fight...like Zodi she can summon shadow creatures to increase our numbers...I was going to go over my plan with Zodi but...well she kind of ran off.
Kate: What? Where is she?
Me: She's at the execution.
Kate: How do you know? Wait...something's off here...*Swipes hand across me, my flesh ripples around the hand and then reforms*...an illusion..but...this isn't one of Robert's techniques...
Grandmaster: Sorry for the deception but he asked me to buy him some time. He was afraid Wolfor may have been spying on us and wanted to keep them preoccupied if they were.
Kate: To do what?
*Back at the execution grounds*
Wolfor: Executioner, start with the captain. *The executioner raises the blade but instead of chopping downwards at the captain, he turns the blade sideways and Wolfor finds it an inch from his neck* Ahhh! *He stumbles back startled.* Please don't hurt me!
Executioner: *Paused stunned at the man who stopped the axe from swinging* Wol
QuarrelJanuary 29th, 1778, Aboard the AquilaQuarrel2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As Haytham woke the details of his dreams slipped away alarmingly fast. As he opened his eyes he remembered little more than flames, the acrid smell of burning, and the haunting words spoken by his son only two days prior.
He didn't know what to think of the news. There was some sorrow of course, but though he had loved Ziio, she had left his life two decades ago. Maybe there was some disappointment, that Charles and the others had ignored his orders, leading to the creation of their greatest enemy today. But what disturbed him the most was simply the expression on his son's face when Connor had said those words. So much frustration and hate distorting those features so like his mothers and Haytham's own.
Haytham sat up, looking around the small room he'd been given for the trip. The Aquila was not a ship designed with comfort in mind, with the "room" being barely large enough for his bed, a ches