Assassin's Creed: Spring of Nations (IC)

[Sulania]

September 6th, 1866

Catherine was standing in the market near the port of Odessa. The ocean air filled her lungs as she looked out into the sea. She dreamed of going to the Western Nation, America, since she was a child. It was times when she stared at the sea that she dreamed of the freedom America promised. Her day-dreaming was cut short when she felt an unknown assailant slip something into her hand. She noticed the paper and quickly made her way back to the servant's quarters of the governor's manor. She opened the letter, and saw it was from the mentor.

Dear, CP
I thank you for the information you have provided us, I would like for you to send a copy of this letter to us as soon as possible, we must know the location of that meeting. As for the Colony, we can not do much about that right now, the closest man we have is Ahmed, and he is currently on his own mission. Hopefully the indigenous population can stand up against that threat themselves. If not, I have an idea which I will talk about later in this letter.
On to the matter of the Governor. If he is truly as cruel as you say, I trust you to carry out what you feel is right. However, we should not alert any of the Russian nobility of our presence, we need to keep the Tsar in a sense of false security. So, I suggest that you try to make his demise seem accidental. I understand that you maintain sexual relations with him, and I am sure you can find some way to "neutralize" him. Once you are done with that, you have the choice of either continuing your disguise in Russian Nobility, or traveling to Somalia and training the aiding the natives against the Templar threat. Might I suggest that you allow your affair with the Governor to get out? If so, I am sure that other Nobles would be able to confide in you if you were to maintain "Relations" with them. However, I will not force you to do anything you are uncomftorble with, just remember what we are fighting for.
Laa shay'a waqi'un mutlaq bale kouloun moumkin,
The Mentor.

Sitting there, she planned several things to do in terms of the governor. "Accidental" she soon remembered a ship from the Americas arrived in Odessa two days ago. Many people believed that American ships brought mosquitoes from the Americas, carrying the Yellow fever that affected Philadelphia in 1793. Odessa itself, never experience yellow fever, and would have no idea what the symptoms were. She applied some venom from a cobra to the tip of her poison ring, and made way to the governor's study.

As she arrived in the study, she saw the governor going over a book titled Leviathan, a book by the English philosopher by the name of Thomas Hobbes. She made her way to him holding a small cup of tea. She laid the tea beside him and rested her hand on his shoulder. "What are you reading?" she asked, despite already knowing.
"It's a book about English Monarchy, nothing you need to worry about." he replied in a raspy tone.
"Hmm, I wouldn't know about anything like that. We live in the Russian Empire, why do you ne-" She slipped the needle into the back of his neck and quickly removed it.
"ahh" he yelped, gripping the back of his neck.
"What's the matter mi'lord?" she asked, pretending to be concerned.
"A sharp pain in my neck. Like a needle or something." He said, still gripping his neck.
"Oh god. Mi'lord, an American ship arrived in the harbor the other day. It could have carried one of those... insects from the Americas. I'll close the windows at once and fetch a doctor." She soon made her way to the closest doctor, and lied that the governor was stung by a mosquito from the Americas. While confused, the doctor made his way to the manor without question.

Catherine waited an hour while the governor was diagnosed by the doctor. The doctor soon came out and explained that the governor had died. Catherine knew that his death would not be made public knowledge as it would affect trade. They will replace him, but it likely won't be made public until his term is up. She soon made her way to her quarters and proceeded to write up a letter to the mentor.

Mentor,

The governor of Odessa is dead. I have done as you asked and made it appear as an accident in order to deter detection. As for what lies ahead, I am uncertain.

Mentor, if I were to be so bold. I would request I move my post to the Americas. I believe America will play a big role in the future, and we have little influence in the government right now. We could use a spy there. I have learned English in order to maintain correspondence with the English Brotherhood, it will just have an accent. I humbly ask your permission in this endeavor.

Yours faithfully,
CP

[Kraciva]

September 18th, 1866 - Northern Somalia

Ignatz Kramer spat into the ground. He hated Africa. It was godforsaken, inhabited with heathens and disease. His battalion, armed to the teeth, had set up a fortified camp when they saw the first native scout on a nearby hilltop. Ignatz was itching for the natives to come down. He had a few gifts for them, courtesy of the Fatherland: hundreds of bullets to be fired at them from the end of several American-made Gatling guns (not necessarily a standard form of equipment in the Prussian army, but rather, a gift from American Templars), a handful of field artillery pieces, and the Dreyse needle gun, standard for every Prussian soldier.

That night, just as Generalleutnant Kramer suspected, a numerically superior native force launched an attack on the camp. First, the cannons opened fire at the rushing natives, who were inadequately armed against the Prussian guns. As they got closer, the Gatling guns were ordered to spray their bullets into the native host while the cannons continued to fire and reload. Ignatz smiled as he saw several of the natives begin to flee. Then his soldiers, good disciplined men, fired their rifles over, and over, and over again. By the time the native Somalis had reached the camp and engaged in close quarter combat, they had lost most of their troops and were slightly outnumbered by the Prussians.

Several hours later, the battle was over. About 10 Prussians had died, but it seemed that thousands of Somalis had lost their lives. It was later that day when Ignatz Kramer was burning the villages nearby and putting natives to the sword that he felt he had taken revenge on those who killed his men. He let it be known that he was ruthless, but he cared enough about the welfare of his soldiers. Ignatz Kramer would remain in Somalia, systematically conquering the northern half of the territory for Prussia, for nearly a year, sending cryptic telegrams to both his Grandmaster and Chancellor Bismark, reporting on his progress. Such was the birth of Neue Preußen.

[Gordonisia]

Altensteig, Schwarzwald, 1866

After another long day of chopping timber, Oskar trudged back into his humble, cozy house and sank into his favorite chair. Pouring himself a generous cup of gin, he took a gulp and sighed in content. Lighting his oven, he proceeded to prepare his dinner. He had just sat down to his meal when a heavy knock could be heard at the door.

"Sorry," Oskar called as he began opening the door, "but I'm not taking any more orders until tomorr--"

His dismissal abruptly stopped when he realized who was standing outside his house. The man standing there was rather short and balding, but his stance and bearing was that of a man who was accustomed to being in command.

"Come now, Oskar," the man said quietly but firmly, "Surely you have time for the Knights Templar?"

"Of course, Herr Stoltz," Oskar replied, standing at attention and opening the door fully, "Always."

Once the two men had sat down at Oskar's table and Officer Stoltz had removed his cloak, Stoltz looked around with a raised eyebrow.

"You know, I didn't believe Fischer when he told me you were living like a pauper," he said with a slight smile, "but now I can see he wasn't joking."

"I prefer trees and grass to towers and gravel, sir," Oskar replied with a shrug, "And the cheap liquor doesn't hurt."

"I'm sure," Stoltz chuckled before his face became deadly serious, "But I'm not hear to discus the merits of country living. Your skills are needed, Oskar. We both know that the Austrians might have suffered a setback in this year's war, but they are by no means neutralized. It's only a matter of time before the Habsburgs make their move. We're sending you to Vienna, where you'll see what those inbred wretches are up to. Doubtless they'll be trying to find new allies to wage war on Prussia, so keep your eyes open. The rest of the information you need is in this dossier."

Oskar sat listening to every word his superior officer spoke, and he then accepted the bound packet of papers that Stoltz handed him. "I understand," he said, "I'll do what needs to be done."

"Aright," Stoltz said, "I've got more business to attend to, so excuse me if I don't stay for dinner. You have your orders, agent. May the Father of Understanding guide us."

"May the Father of Understanding guide us," Oskar replied with the traditional Templar salute.

Putting on his cloak and raising his hood, Stoltz stepped out into the night and was swallowed by the darkness. By the next morning, Oskar was in the saddle and riding fast towards Vienna.

[Altito Asmoro]

German-French border

It is a midnight. Sounds of birds and winds as the woods went right and left. There is, or will be was, a village with roads that connecting the village with a large town far ahead. And it will be destroyed.

Francois and 5,000 German mercenaries as well as 100 Templar agents under his command are now stop as they saw village ahead. The only objective is to pillage, but they should wary, wary of the Assassins. Considering their presence which is strong after the revolution, and the fact that he can meets his former comrades. No matter.

The small army rushed into the village, pillaging and killing as the sound of screams disturbs the night

[Marsisian]

(Temporary Timeskip)

September 18, 1867
Berlin, North German Confederation
1:23 PM

As Bismarck looked out at the rapidly growing metropolis of Berlin, he thought about what had happened in Somalia. He had gotten numerous telegrams from Kramer about the progress of Neue Preußen. Kramer had conquered all of Northern Somalia in only a year, and that was an interesting fact. When Kramer came back to Europe, Bismarck and William personally gave him the title of Grand Duke of Mecklenburg-Strelitz, promoted him to the rank of General, and made him Mayor of the capital city of New Prussia, Waldreich.

[Seno Zhou Varada]

Cane was kneeling on the roof. He had gotten information from one of his contacts that the Mayor was to do an execution. The mayor and a whole lot of guards would be there as well as the locals. Cane spotted the mayor and his bodyguards. He could strike now but the chances of him surviving from that attempt were low. He watched as the guards were going to hang the victim. Cane quickly ran and jumped from roof to roof trying to get to the closest roof. Finally finding one Cane pulled out his crossbow and loaded his special bolt. A sleep bolt, the bolt if it didn't kill would put him in a deep sleep for quite a bit. Cane focused and aimed his crossbow, slowing his breath Cane took steady aim and shot it. The bolt flew through the air hitting the mayors right section of the chest piercing his lung. The bolt also was a bit barbed so it would damage more if they pulled it out. The mayor would not live but Cane wasn't sure he would either. Cane sheathed his crossbow and took out his Bo-staff. He ran from roof to roof as the guards chased using the staff as an extension of his arms. The guards fired bolts at him, one slightly scratched his thigh which would form a light scar. He eventually found the Assassin's guild secret entrance. He quickly ran inside before the guards could see him get inside. All the guards saw was him jumping down from the roof of a building. He guessed they probably thought he took off down the street. He then wrote a letter to Mentor of his success.

To Mentor

It is good news a bring that the lord mayor is dead. I delivered a fatal wound to the lung.However the assassination will most likely raise suspicion of her Royal Majesty. I will have to lay low for a while until the guards stop looking only for me.

From Cane Smith Initiate of the Assassins

He then gave it to the messenger of the guild and relaxed and ate lunch.

[Shark isle]

Veracruz, Mexico
Jorge Sanchez was at his desk looking over some paper work when suddenly two Mexican soldiers dragged in a third one. The third soldier was caught trying to desert. Jorge said calmly," Have him excuted at once". The two soldiers dragged the deserter toward the gallows and a few minutes later the deserter was hung. Jorge open a drawer in his desk reveling a pendent with the Templar's seal. He put on the peendent and looked over the map of Mexico plotting stratagies againts the Republican's trying to overthrow the Hapsburg monarchy installed by the French in 1864.

[The Sotoan Union]

German-French border

It is a midnight. Sounds of birds and winds as the woods went right and left. There is, or will be was, a village with roads that connecting the village with a large town far ahead. And it will be destroyed.

Francois and 5,000 German mercenaries as well as 100 Templar agents under his command are now stop as they saw village ahead. The only objective is to pillage, but they should wary, wary of the Assassins. Considering their presence which is strong after the revolution, and the fact that he can meets his former comrades. No matter.

The small army rushed into the village, pillaging and killing as the sound of screams disturbs the night

Everything that was Kendall Hanner's life was gone. Everything that she thought herself to be was gone. Everything she thought she would have had burned down, with her parents, her siblings, and her house. She was just 17 years old when destiny called her name. But fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing.

She could just barely remember it. Flashes. The Germans had come. They took her from her house. Beat her. She could remember her father coming. Then he screamed. Then she blacked out. What else could she remember. She tried hard to concentrate. More flashes. Fire, light, a house? Yes a house. Her house, and it was on fire. She had walked to the front. There she saw her father. Yes it all came back to her now. She tried to move him, only to see that his face had burned off. She could remember holding him and screaming, but there were still soldiers around. One came and stabbed her with his bayonet. Then she died? No that can't be right.

Suddenly her mind snapped back to the present. She looked down to see a gaping stab wound in her chest. She was on her knees. She tried to get up, but the pain was to immense. She must have left the village at some point, but she couldn't remember. She was thirsty, and dying. All her senses were blending together. She couldn't tell what was real, and what was a memory. Then she looked up. She saw a figure. This was real. She hastily crawled towards the figure. With all her strength she raised her arm, before blacking out again.

[Ganarhea]

Mentor,

The governor of Odessa is dead. I have done as you asked and made it appear as an accident in order to deter detection. As for what lies ahead, I am uncertain.

Mentor, if I were to be so bold. I would request I move my post to the Americas. I believe America will play a big role in the future, and we have little influence in the government right now. We could use a spy there. I have learned English in order to maintain correspondence with the English Brotherhood, it will just have an accent. I humbly ask your permission in this endeavor.

Yours faithfully, CP

CP,
I grant you my permission and blessing for anything you must face in America. I recommend you attempt to infiltrate the Government, seeing as how there may be potential Templars to root out. Also, if you hear any word of the Pieces of Eden, please investigate to the best of your abilities. Be ever vigilant in your battle against oppression, and maintain a calm mind, and a swift blade.
Sincerely, The Mentor

To Mentor

It is good news a bring that the lord mayor is dead. I delivered a fatal wound to the lung.However the assassination will most likely raise suspicion of her Royal Majesty. I will have to lay low for a while until the guards stop looking only for me.

From Cane Smith Initiate of the Assassins

CS,
The Brotherhood thanks you for your service. Not only was Gabriel a Templar, his death will rouse the suspicion of the Royal Majesty. That is my goal, to overthrow that Vile Bitch. Even is she is not a Templar, which I am undoubtedly sure she is, she is oppressive both to her people, and to those in her colonies. Now that our frien Thomas is dead, she will be extremely paranoid. I need you to sow the seeds of discontent in the city. Find the man named Karl Marx, he is a friend to our cause. Help him, and I shall send targets regularly.
Sincerely, The Mentor.

[Rob Halfordia]

German-French border

It is a midnight. Sounds of birds and winds as the woods went right and left. There is, or will be was, a village with roads that connecting the village with a large town far ahead. And it will be destroyed.

Francois and 5,000 German mercenaries as well as 100 Templar agents under his command are now stop as they saw village ahead. The only objective is to pillage, but they should wary, wary of the Assassins. Considering their presence which is strong after the revolution, and the fact that he can meets his former comrades. No matter.

The small army rushed into the village, pillaging and killing as the sound of screams disturbs the night

Everything that was Kendall Hanner's life was gone. Everything that she thought herself to be was gone. Everything she thought she would have had burned down, with her parents, her siblings, and her house. She was just 17 years old when destiny called her name. But fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing.

She could just barely remember it. Flashes. The Germans had come. They took her from her house. Beat her. She could remember her father coming. Then he screamed. Then she blacked out. What else could she remember. She tried hard to concentrate. More flashes. Fire, light, a house? Yes a house. Her house, and it was on fire. She had walked to the front. There she saw her father. Yes it all came back to her now. She tried to move him, only to see that his face had burned off. She could remember holding him and screaming, but there were still soldiers around. One came and stabbed her with his bayonet. Then she died? No that can't be right.

Suddenly her mind snapped back to the present. She looked down to see a gaping stab wound in her chest. She was on her knees. She tried to get up, but the pain was to immense. She must have left the village at some point, but she couldn't remember. She was thirsty, and dying. All her senses were blending together. She couldn't tell what was real, and what was a memory. Then she looked up. She saw a figure. This was real. She hastily crawled towards the figure. With all her strength she raised her arm, before blacking out again.

A large man in a brown and black cloak took her hand. Lifting her up, she saw two other figures behind him. He spoke in a raspy, and broken sounding voice, "It's going to be okay, we've got you. And we will make them pay. You can count on it.", the others stood in shock. He had only spoke once before. But, this was all too familiar to him. He knew what it was like to have it all taken away, to be on the brink of death. To have a thirst for vengeance. He quickly patched her wound. As she dazed in and out of consciousness, the man asked a question, "What is your name?"

[The Sotoan Union]

Everything that was Kendall Hanner's life was gone. Everything that she thought herself to be was gone. Everything she thought she would have had burned down, with her parents, her siblings, and her house. She was just 17 years old when destiny called her name. But fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing.

She could just barely remember it. Flashes. The Germans had come. They took her from her house. Beat her. She could remember her father coming. Then he screamed. Then she blacked out. What else could she remember. She tried hard to concentrate. More flashes. Fire, light, a house? Yes a house. Her house, and it was on fire. She had walked to the front. There she saw her father. Yes it all came back to her now. She tried to move him, only to see that his face had burned off. She could remember holding him and screaming, but there were still soldiers around. One came and stabbed her with his bayonet. Then she died? No that can't be right.

Suddenly her mind snapped back to the present. She looked down to see a gaping stab wound in her chest. She was on her knees. She tried to get up, but the pain was to immense. She must have left the village at some point, but she couldn't remember. She was thirsty, and dying. All her senses were blending together. She couldn't tell what was real, and what was a memory. Then she looked up. She saw a figure. This was real. She hastily crawled towards the figure. With all her strength she raised her arm, before blacking out again.

A large man in a brown and black cloak took her hand. Lifting her up, she saw two other figures behind him. He spoke in a raspy, and broken sounding voice, "It's going to be okay, we've got you. And we will make them pay. You can count on it.", the others stood in shock. He had only spoke once before. But, this was all too familiar to him. He knew what it was like to have it all taken away, to be on the brink of death. To have a thirst for vengeance. He quickly patched her wound. As she dazed in and out of consciousness, the man asked a question, "What is your name?"

Kendall stared meekly into the man's eyes. "My name?" she thought?
"My name is... Rodrigo Borgia." "No that wasn't right." she remembered thinking to herself as she blacked out.

She awoke violently much later to find herself in a bed in a small room. She tried to get up, but felt a sharp pain in her chest. She looked down to see a bandage applied to her wound.
"Where am I?" she wondered.

[Rob Halfordia]

A large man in a brown and black cloak took her hand. Lifting her up, she saw two other figures behind him. He spoke in a raspy, and broken sounding voice, "It's going to be okay, we've got you. And we will make them pay. You can count on it.", the others stood in shock. He had only spoke once before. But, this was all too familiar to him. He knew what it was like to have it all taken away, to be on the brink of death. To have a thirst for vengeance. He quickly patched her wound. As she dazed in and out of consciousness, the man asked a question, "What is your name?"

Kendall stared meekly into the man's eyes. "My name?" she thought?
"My name is... Rodrigo Borgia." "No that wasn't right." she remembered thinking to herself as she blacked out.

She awoke violently much later to find herself in a bed in a small room. She tried to get up, but felt a sharp pain in her chest. She looked down to see a bandage applied to her wound.
"Where am I?" she wondered.

The same man as the night before walked in. He took a deep breath and spoke to her, "what do you remember of last night?", he said, in the same broken voice.

[The Kingdom of Glitter]

Balmoral, Scotland, the United Kingdom

September 6th of 1866 Anno Domini

"Your Majesty, your parcel has arrived." Sir MacLeod said as he knocked on the door to the Queen's office.

"Marvelous, do come in Sir MacLeod."

The opened and the secretary walked in with a rather sizable box. "Here you are M'am" he said as he handed it to the Queen.

"My, isn't this heavy. Now, let's open this." upon opening the package she was very impressed with what she had found. An Apple of Eden, once more in the hands of the English monarch. "Oh my!"

"Oh my, indeed M'am. I can't help but stare at it."

"Well don't do so for much longer, Sir MacLeod. We must hide this. I know just the location." The Queen got up and walked out of her office, with Sharp and Sir MacLeod in tow. She opened the door to her bed room and walked over to the grand father clock situated in the corner of the room. She wrapped the apple in a dark brown paper, opened the door to the clock, and stashed it inside.

"Now, Sir MacLeod. No one can know of the apple's location, not even your son, Andrew."

"Why yes of course, M'am. I'd never dream of telling anyone."

"Now, what to do. The Brotherhood must know our organization has obtained the apple, and I have no doubt they going to pursue it. I have an idea." She walked over to the desk in her room and grabbed a piece of paper. "Thankfully, I speak French."

To: Rex Carolus IV & XV of Norway and Sweden,
J'ai obtenu en toute sécurité la pomme pour notre Ordre dans un de mes colonies sud-américaines. Envoyer à moi a son assuré la sécurité. (In English: I have safely secured the apple for our Order in one of my South American colonies. Sending it to me has ensured it's safety.)

Que le père de compréhension nous guider. ( In English: May the father of understanding guide us.)
Signed,
-Imperator Napoleon III

"Hire a Frenchman and ensure he has the Templar Cross on his sleeve. Send him to wander around Paris. The Assassins have had quite the presence there since the revolution, practically destroying our order there. Let's send them on a wild goose chase."

---

Paris, France

September 8th of 1866 Anno Domini

A young Frenchman, only seventeen, began to wander the outskirts of Paris. He had no particular orders, only to wander. He was told, however, to say he had an important letter from a high ranking Frenchman if questioned. In his satchel, a letter for the King of Norway-Sweden. He bore the Templar Cross on both his sleeve and his cap...

[Marsisian]

Luxembourg
Train Station
September 7, 1866
2:35 PM

Bismarck was looking around for the man that Kramer said would be the answer to the German Question. He looked around for many hours, looking around, but didn't look at the place he never thought he would be. Sitting down, eating a sandwich at a bench right beside a newspaper stand overlooking the tracks. He then started to walk towards him.

[The Sotoan Union]

Kendall stared meekly into the man's eyes. "My name?" she thought?
"My name is... Rodrigo Borgia." "No that wasn't right." she remembered thinking to herself as she blacked out.

She awoke violently much later to find herself in a bed in a small room. She tried to get up, but felt a sharp pain in her chest. She looked down to see a bandage applied to her wound.
"Where am I?" she wondered.

The same man as the night before walked in. He took a deep breath and spoke to her, "what do you remember of last night?", he said, in the same broken voice.

"I remember pain. My family dead. My village burning." She tried to concentrate. The man was probably some sort of official. He needed helpful information. "The soldiers were German. They might have been Prussians. I don't remember anything else."

[Seno Zhou Varada]

Mentor,

The governor of Odessa is dead. I have done as you asked and made it appear as an accident in order to deter detection. As for what lies ahead, I am uncertain.

Mentor, if I were to be so bold. I would request I move my post to the Americas. I believe America will play a big role in the future, and we have little influence in the government right now. We could use a spy there. I have learned English in order to maintain correspondence with the English Brotherhood, it will just have an accent. I humbly ask your permission in this endeavor.

Yours faithfully, CP

CP,
I grant you my permission and blessing for anything you must face in America. I recommend you attempt to infiltrate the Government, seeing as how there may be potential Templars to root out. Also, if you hear any word of the Pieces of Eden, please investigate to the best of your abilities. Be ever vigilant in your battle against oppression, and maintain a calm mind, and a swift blade.
Sincerely, The Mentor

To Mentor

It is good news a bring that the lord mayor is dead. I delivered a fatal wound to the lung.However the assassination will most likely raise suspicion of her Royal Majesty. I will have to lay low for a while until the guards stop looking only for me.

From Cane Smith Initiate of the Assassins

CS,
The Brotherhood thanks you for your service. Not only was Gabriel a Templar, his death will rouse the suspicion of the Royal Majesty. That is my goal, to overthrow that Vile Bitch. Even is she is not a Templar, which I am undoubtedly sure she is, she is oppressive both to her people, and to those in her colonies. Now that our frien Thomas is dead, she will be extremely paranoid. I need you to sow the seeds of discontent in the city. Find the man named Karl Marx, he is a friend to our cause. Help him, and I shall send targets regularly.
Sincerely, The Mentor.

Cane read the letter memorizing the name Karl Marx. Cane got up and got out of the guild. He walked among the workers to one of his contacts, an orphan named Sebastian. He walked up to his usual place, a small alley way with a small box with black charcoal markings on it. Cane threw a piece of bread in the box and a filled water-skin."Sebastian know the name Karl Marx?" Cane asked. Sebastian ate the bread quickly and drank half the water-skin before answering "Yes he lives near the textile factory north of here but I don't know where he works and when". "Do you know how he looks or where he exactly lives?". He lives 2 blocks west of the factory the first house you encounter on the 3rd block." Sebastian responded. "Good good..." Cane says as he throws Sebastian a piece of dried meat "That's all i require". Cane then walks away towards the mentioned house.

[Rob Halfordia]

The same man as the night before walked in. He took a deep breath and spoke to her, "what do you remember of last night?", he said, in the same broken voice.

"I remember pain. My family dead. My village burning." She tried to concentrate. The man was probably some sort of official. He needed helpful information. "The soldiers were German. They might have been Prussians. I don't remember anything else."

He got up, "I have something to show you. Can you walk?", his eyes showed something nobody had ever seen them show before. Instead of the cold, dead stare, they showed... empathy.

[The Sotoan Union]

Luxembourg
Train Station
September 7, 1866
2:35 PM

Bismarck was looking around for the man that Kramer said would be the answer to the German Question. He looked around for many hours, looking around, but didn't look at the place he never thought he would be. Sitting down, eating a sandwich at a bench right beside a newspaper stand overlooking the tracks. He then started to walk towards him.

The Templar contact waited patiently for Bismarck to approach him. When he finally did, he threw down his newspaper and stood up, revealing his hulking form. He was seven feet tall. "Master Bismarck, the Master waits for you."
"What is your name?" Bismarck asked, still trying to take in the man.
"To you, I am known as Das Katzchen. This way."
He pointed towards a carriage in the distance, and lead Bismarck there in a posture somehow both brutish and elegant.

[Ghondra]

Kendall stared meekly into the man's eyes. "My name?" she thought?
"My name is... Rodrigo Borgia." "No that wasn't right." she remembered thinking to herself as she blacked out.

She awoke violently much later to find herself in a bed in a small room. She tried to get up, but felt a sharp pain in her chest. She looked down to see a bandage applied to her wound.
"Where am I?" she wondered.

The same man as the night before walked in. He took a deep breath and spoke to her, "what do you remember of last night?", he said, in the same broken voice.

"What are you doing Ambjörn?" Alexander asked, whispering, "We don't know who she is, she tried to pass herself as Rodrigo Borgia for Christ's sake!"

[Rob Halfordia]

The same man as the night before walked in. He took a deep breath and spoke to her, "what do you remember of last night?", he said, in the same broken voice.

"What are you doing Rob?" Alexander asked, whispering, "We don't know who she is, she tried to pass herself as Rodrigo Borgia for Christ's sake!"

OOC: My characters name is not Rob... -_-
IC:
Ambjörn turned to Alexander. Although he was only 4" taller than Alexander, Ambjörn still dwarfed him in weight, "Do you mean to question my authority? If I'm not mistaken, we rescued her, she is no spy!", Ambjörn was clearly enraged.

[Ghondra]

"What are you doing Rob?" Alexander asked, whispering, "We don't know who she is, she tried to pass herself as Rodrigo Borgia for Christ's sake!"

OOC: My characters name is not Rob... -_-
IC:
Ambjörn turned to Alexander. Although he was only 4" taller than Alexander, Ambjörn still dwarfed him in weight, "Do you mean to question my authority? If I'm not mistaken, we rescued her, she is no spy!", Ambjörn was clearly enraged.

"Take it easy man! I found something on her, when we were bringing her here, look at this." He handed Ambjörn a ring, with a Templar's cross on it, "It's a Templar Signet Ring, why would she have it on her if she's not a thrice-damned spy!?"

[Rob Halfordia]

OOC: My characters name is not Rob... -_-
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Ambjörn turned to Alexander. Although he was only 4" taller than Alexander, Ambjörn still dwarfed him in weight, "Do you mean to question my authority? If I'm not mistaken, we rescued her, she is no spy!", Ambjörn was clearly enraged.

"Take it easy man! I found something on her, when we were bringing her here, look at this." He handed Ambjörn a ring, with a Templar's cross on it, "It's a Templar Signet Ring, why would she have it on her if she's not a thrice-damned spy!?"

"Here's a better question. If you really thought about I'm sure you could figure it out. Why would a spy brandish their faction's ring and symbol? Did you ask yourself that? The Templars are moronic, but not that moronic. Besides, your time to worry about it is short. I have a task for you."

[Ghondra]

"Take it easy man! I found something on her, when we were bringing her here, look at this." He handed Ambjörn a ring, with a Templar's cross on it, "It's a Templar Signet Ring, why would she have it on her if she's not a thrice-damned spy!?"

"Here's a better question. If you really thought about I'm sure you could figure it out. Why would a spy brandish their faction's ring and symbol? Did you ask yourself that? The Templars are moronic, but not that moronic. Besides, your time to worry about it is short. I have a task for you."

"Goddamn It man! Just keep your guard up okay, just in case, if she got her hands on that ring, she might be dangerous. Anyways, what's the task?"

[Rob Halfordia]

"Here's a better question. If you really thought about I'm sure you could figure it out. Why would a spy brandish their faction's ring and symbol? Did you ask yourself that? The Templars are moronic, but not that moronic. Besides, your time to worry about it is short. I have a task for you."

"Goddamn It man! Just keep your guard up okay, just in case, if she got her hands on that ring, she might be dangerous. Anyways, what's the task?"

"Wait for me in my chambers, we will speak there.", he turned to the confused looking Kendall, "Now, can you walk or should I carry you?"

[Looriro]

A young Frenchman, only seventeen, began to wander the outskirts of Paris. He had no particular orders, only to wander. He was told, however, to say he had an important letter from a high ranking Frenchman if questioned. In his satchel, a letter for the King of Norway-Sweden. He bore the Templar Cross on both his sleeve and his cap...

Adrien Martineau leaped from rooftop to rooftop around the less frequented part of Paris. It was fun, and no one would notice him, since it was almost nighttime. Running across an awning, he lept across the narrow street. As he walked to the other side of the roof to attempt the trick again, he saw a young man walking down the street. Adrien hid in the shadows, hoping to avoid being noticed, when he saw the man was wearing the Templar Cross on his sleeves and cap.

"That man must either be the bravest soul alive or as mad as a March hare," Adrien thought to himself. "I doubt there's a single Templar who doesn't know Paris is Assassin territory, and yet this one walks around flaunting it. He isn't even carrying any weapons. This is just too easy."

Adrien stepped out of his hiding spot and ran along the rooftops to catch up to the boy. As he reached the end of the street, the Assassin jumped off the roof, unsheathing his Hidden Blade and stabbing the boy in one swift motion.

"They'll find you in the morning. Repose en paix." As he turned to leave, Adrien noticed a letter had fallen out of the Templar's bag. He reached over and picked it up. His expression changed from puzzlement to alarm as he read the name on the envelope. Quickly stuffing the letter into his own bag, he began sprinting for the Assassin Headquarters.