Assassin's Creed: Spring of Nations (IC)

[The Kingdom of Glitter]

London, England, the United Kingdom

September of 1866 Anno Domini

Four government spies were quartered near the residence of Karl Marx. One was his next door neighbor, one a shopkeeper, and two lived across the street, whose presence is entirely unknown to the neighborhood. They reside in an attic with two windows that provide an excellent vantage point to view Marx's residence.

The four men were all government trained special agents, capable of executing any target quickly, silently, and obviously (when required). They had been surveying Marx since he arrived in London, with the fears of the Prime Minister being he would try and lead a communist movement in London, as he had in other capitals around Europe.

The men, however, did not only follow the orders of the Prime Minister. After all, they were Her Majesty's Own Secret Service. Since they had been stationed there, they were given specific orders by Victoria: should a hooded man ever approach the residence, kill him on sight.

[Seno Zhou Varada]

Cane walked out of the library and climbed on to the roof. Perhaps Marx didn't get the letter or someone intercepted it. Cane sneaked across the roofs about 2 blocks south of Marx's house. He then was thinking the letter was intercepted by someone but who. He watched the streets and houses looking for Marx.

[The Kingdom of Glitter]

London, England, the United Kingdom

September of 1866 Anno Domini

The shopkeeper was restocking the flowers he kept outside. He turned around and noticed a figure move on the rooftops in the distance. He ran into his store, grabbed an English flag, and quickly headed outside once more. He began waving it, that was the signal.

The two soldiers in the attic quickly noticed the flag and began opening and closing the blinds to their windows, the signal for the solider disguised as Marx's neighbor.

The fourth solider saw his signal and quickly headed inside his own house. On the second floor were sticks of dynamite, ready to be used to blow through the wall to Marx's residence at any moment. He set them up against the wall and waited for further signals.

[The Sotoan Union]

Duvalier's conversation with Bismarck continued. His servant meanwhile dragged the hulking man's body out of the room, and gingerly laid it on a nearby bed. She then got to work writing an important letter, as Duvalier himself was too busy.

To: Ulysses S Grant

I understand that it is within your interests to become President of the United States. This is also within the interests of our organization. In fact we want to help you. Templar agents across America will work to ensure your success when you run for President.

Undoubtedly the Assassins will try to stop us, simply because we are Templars. I am sure they have approached you before. They are dangerous, and will happily kill you. We can protect you. If however you do not want our help, then simply say so. We act in the interests of America, and will simply help you with all of your actions. We will not ever order you to do something or go against the American public.

A fellow patriot

[Seno Zhou Varada]

Cane walked on the rooftops looking at Marx's house and nearby area when he saw some shopkeeper waving an English flag. Either he was trying to get shoppers to come or was showing pride for being English. He also saw blinds close and open multiple times. Cane thought Marx's neighborhood was apparently crazy. Cane walked along the roof with a sleep dart in hand ready to throw if needed.

[Kuhlfros]

St. Louis, United States, 1866
September
Clarence was In St Louis, which would be where the Templars could never guess to find the Leader of the North American Assassin Brotherhood, Especially with a Cholera Epidemic ravaging the city, Clarence had bought an amount of land and business in St Louis remaining Unknown as Leader of the North American Brotherhood , In the name of the Brotherhood,Which gave Clarence a fine home on the rich end of town, where he could protect his wife and children,and also focus on his work for the Brotherhood, In his study Clarence sat, with a pile of various instruments and papers on his desk,

The Macdonald Study was a small and quaint, a large desk with hidden compartments facing a window looking out to the city and street below, several comfortable chairs and seats fit for a man much richer than Clarence, some Victorian Styled Paintings made by Assassins, with hidden emblems and maps in them, and several banners with the American Brotherhood on it, along with a Large Grandfather clock ticking away.

Clarence scribbled away on some small letters to be delivered, first writing in a cipher on invisible ink, then writing over it with a friendly letter that meant nothing. The Hidden Cipher said,
I, Master of the American Brotherhood, have chosen the Initiates and Spies, PT, GM (George Monroe), DF, and RE, to go on a mission of International Importance, I have received word that The King of Norway-Sweden had sent one of the Fruits to the French Emperor, whom in turn...has sent it for his colony in South America, in order to conquer the rest of South America. Therefore said Brothers and Sisters are to be relieved of active duties and take part in this mission, I expect you to arrive for briefing at the place without name, on the day of Sorrow.
Master of the American Brotherhood (American Brotherhood Symbol Goes Here)

He sent it away by the Secret Brotherhood messaging system through the states..(which I haven't thought of yet, )

[The Kingdom of Glitter]

London, England, the United Kingdom

September of 1866 Anno Domini

The two sharpshooters picked up their rifles, broke the windows in front of them, and quickly opened fire on the figure across from them.

Panic then ensued on the streets below. Citizens began running in all directions, followed by normal police officers. The entirety of the neighborhood began to flee.

The shopkeeper threw his flag to the ground and ran quickly to the house next to Marx's. He opened the door and dashed up stairs. He saw the fourth man, and the fourth man saw his signal. He lit the dynamite and quickly ran downstairs, followed by the shopkeeper. The wall dividing their building with Marx's quickly fell and the two men ran into the Marx Residence once the dust had cleared.

[Ghondra]

Paris, France, 2014 A.D.

"So what did you see this time Agent Jenkins?" William's handler, a woman with blonde hair, and blue eyes who tied her hair into a ponytail, and wore spectacles asked him. He felt dizzy, slightly disoriented, he always hated going inside the Animus, it was dizzying and nauseating, like a roller coaster, while exiting the Animus felt even worst, like being sucked out a window. "Yeah, an Assassin, Alexander... Jameson, yeah, Alexander Jameson, he was a spy for the English Assassins, he was delivering a letter to the Danish Assassins in Copenhagen, and then that was it. That's all I can remember."

Chloe, the handler nodded, writing on her clipboard. "Alright, please return to the Animus." William grimaced, "The Grand-Master said that I would be able to participate in the hunt for my brother." Chloe sighed, "The Agents believe that he and the French Assassins are hiding in the Sewers and Catacombs, but they have yet to find evidence. When they find sufficient evidence, you will be allowed to participate, but until then, you have an obligation to Abstergo."

William grunted, annoyed at the constant scoldings and lectures about the lack of evidence to find John, yet he obediently accepted his orders. The last thing he felt after he was strapped in to this damned machine was akin to a Vacuum sucking his brains.

[Seno Zhou Varada]

London, England, the United Kingdom

September of 1866 Anno Domini

The two sharpshooters picked up their rifles, broke the windows in front of them, and quickly opened fire on the figure across from them.

Panic then ensued on the streets below. Citizens began running in all directions, followed by normal police officers. The entirety of the neighborhood began to flee.

The shopkeeper threw his flag to the ground and ran quickly to the house next to Marx's. He opened the door and dashed up stairs. He saw the fourth man, and the fourth man saw his signal. He lit the dynamite and quickly ran downstairs, followed by the shopkeeper. The wall dividing their building with Marx's quickly fell and the two men ran into the Marx Residence once the dust had cleared.

The 1 bullets missed barely. The other hit a bolt for his crossbow which then cut him along the side.Cane took out his knife and climbed/jumped off the building and put a little sleep poison on his 2 blades. He then sneaked up towards the wall off Marx's building broke the window and climbed in moving into cover.

[The Kingdom of Glitter]

London, England, the United Kingdom

September of 1866 Anno Domini

The sharpshooters ran down from the attic two pursue the Assassin that had jumped into the Marx Residence. They quickly arrived at the residence. One of them grabbed a stick of dynamite and threw it into the broken window. After it exploded, they followed suit.

The two men inside Marx's heard the shatter of the glass. One of them quickly ran to the staircase to ensure nothing got up. The other ran to find Marx.

"Mr. Marx, you must come with me. I am an agent of the British government, here to protect you. There is a man here to kill you."

[Seno Zhou Varada]

London, England, the United Kingdom

September of 1866 Anno Domini

The sharpshooters ran down from the attic two pursue the Assassin that had jumped into the Marx Residence. They quickly arrived at the residence. One of them grabbed a stick of dynamite and threw it into the broken window. After it exploded, they followed suit.

The two men inside Marx's heard the shatter of the glass. One of them quickly ran to the staircase to ensure nothing got up. The other ran to find Marx.

"Mr. Marx, you must come with me. I am an agent of the British government, here to protect you. There is a man here to kill you."

The dynamite made Cane cringe in Pain due to it's loudness. He quickly recovered but lost one year off his life. Cane noticed two men behind him. He pulled out his staff and got into a defensive position. He then attempted to knock one of the attackers out with a swing to the head.

[The Kingdom of Glitter]

London, England, the United Kingdom

September of 1866 Anno Domini

One of the agents quickly fell to the floor, struck with the cane. Another came bolting down the stairs. The two renaming agents backed the Assassin into a corner near a window.

Marx was sitting at his desk and quickly turned around to greet the man now in his study. "A what? Oh that is most unfortunate. Thankfully, you were here. What do you I suggest I do?"

"Come with me, Mr. Marx. The British government will ensure your safety."

"Yes, yes. Thank you, I am further indebted to your government."

Marx and the agent quickly left the residence and headed into the neighboring building. "Hide in here, Mr. Marx. I will let you know when it safe to move."

[Seno Zhou Varada]

Cane broke the window with his staff and threw his knife at the agent who came down the stairs. Cane then proceeded to leap out the window,climb to a roof and run. Cane knew he couldn't win right then and their. Trying to kill them would be suicide. He would watch their location and travel if he could and follow them. But first Cane loaded his crossbow and watched/followed them carefully.

[The Kingdom of Glitter]

London, England, the United Kingdom

September of 1866 Anno Domini

The remaining agent ran upstairs and into the residence next door.

"Brown is dead, Gordon unconscious or dead, not sure. Do you have Marx?"

"Yes, I do."

"Good, let us take to the tunnels then. But first..." the agent walked over to the Marx Residence, pulled out a packet of matches, lit one, and put it a curtain inside the Marx Residence. "That oughta cover our arse, some at least." he said as he ran back into the agent's residence.

"I suppose so." The man who had formerly been guarding Marx opened the door of which Marx was hiding behind. "Mr. Marx, it is safe to move now. Follow me."

The group then walked into the basement. One of the agents went up to a bookcase and pushed one of the books in. A secret door then opened next to the bookcase. "In here, Mr. Marx." The group entered the secret tunnel and one of the agents pulled a lever, sealing the door behind them. "Off to Downing Street, now." one of them said.

[Seno Zhou Varada]

Cane couldn't see them along the streets at all. Perhaps they were still there or maybe there was a secret entrance because well he was guarded. Any way they probably were travelling somewhere. His contacts couldn't follow them since they were beggars. He would need help. Cane ran/jumped to the assassin's guild making sure no one followed him. Cane then began to address his wounds and get another knife.

[Gordonisia]

Oskar Brandt, Agent of the Knights Templar
Munich, Kingdom of Bavaria, 1866

Oskar had always enjoyed visiting Bavaria, even if his trips were short and far between. While he was a native of Saxony and a loyal supporter of Prussia, it was in Bavaria that Oskar hoped to settle down in one day and raise a family. Once all of this damn fighting was over. But for now, there was work to do. He had received a letter directly from the Grand Master--quite a rare occurence, since Oskar usually took his orders from officers or occasionally a Master Templar. He knew that this task must be extremely important if the Understanding One himself had entrusted him with it. An Apple of Eden... Oskar had only heard whispers of such things, and he was honestly not entirely sure what the artifact actually did, only that it contained awesome power. Power that the Assassins would use to ruin everything.

His job wasn't easy; he had to track down a lone Assassin (or, at the very most, a small group of them) and reclaim the Apple from them. Oskar was confident he could handle anything the bastards could throw at him--the probem was actually finding the Assassin(s). They could be anywhere in Germany, after all.

Oskar sat in the headquarters of the Munich Templars and contemplated his next move. The Apple would be coming from the west, that much he knew. No doubt the cowards would avoid Berlin at all costs--it was a Templar fortress after all, so that left either the south or the north. Going south would make sense; the Assassins had many allies in their old stronghold of Italy, as well as anti-Templar sympathizers in Austria. But that route seemed too obvious, especially considering that Oskar's comrades would have alerted him if the Apple was moving south towards him. Having decided to take a gamble and go north, Oskar requisitioned a fast horse, as well as two fellow Templars to provide backup. With any luck, he'd sniff out the Assassins and secure another Piece of Eden for his cause. And so the hunt began.

[The Kingdom of Glitter]

Edinburgh, Scotland, the United Kingdom

September 21st of 1866 Anno Domini

Andrew MacLeod was in his study completing something assigned to him by one of his professors. He was a student of history, politics, and economics. He was studying to acquire a degree in each, which would later help his political aspirations. His father, Queen Victoria, and the other Templars in Scotland could easily get him a seat in Parliament, from where he himself hoped to one day become Prime Minister. He heard a knock on the door. He got up and walked to his door. Opening it.

"Why hello, how can I help you?"

"Good evening, Mr. MacLeod. Your father told me to leave this man here with you."

"And who might this man be?"

"I am Karl Marx, Mr. MacLeod. Thank you for being my host."

Personally, Andrew strongly disagreed with Mr. Marx's economic views. However, he still respected the man and realized how useful he could be to the Templar cause. "Welcome, Mr. Marx. It is an honor to have you here. Please, call me Andrew. Also, MacGregor. Make sure this is delivered to my father."

He quickly grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a message for his father.

Father,
The delivery has been made and is safely with me.
-Andrew

"Yes, Mr. MacLeod."

"Now, come in Mr. Marx. It's rather chilly. Have a good evening, MacGregor."

---

Balmoral, Scotland, the United Kingdom

September 22nd of 1866 Anno Domini

The Queen and her secretary were reading a message from the Prime Minister.

"Sounds to me like the Brotherhood tried to either kill or kidnap Mr. Marx. Thankfully, Sir MacLeod, the work of my former Prime Minister paid off."

"It most certainly has, M'am. I got this from Andrew this morning, right in from Edinburgh." He handed the letter to the Queen.

"Marvelous work. That means the Templars have secured Mr. Marx. He'll be safe in Scotland."

[Ghondra]

Lonely Warrior's Inn, Holstein, Northern Germany

Alexander Jameson sat at the edge of his room's bed, it was almost a cot, but it was more comfortable than anything the Grenadiers got in India, or even Canada. He embraced the room's worth, a fierce storm was brewing outside, and his blankets were too thin. He stripped himself of his red coat. Reminiscence of his time in India, and Canada. He smiled, he still remembered those times, not all of them pleasant, but still, gambling behind the Officer's back, dating the native girls, the mutual complaints of the heat, at times he missed those days, but he still remembered the bad parts, things that he won't do. Never again.

He chose to forget those memories, choosing instead to concentrate on his reading; The Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne, a certainly interesting read, but the technology was preposterous. He eyed his horse; Gordon, he smuggled him from India, a closed comrade of his, back when he was a Cavalry Officer. And more importantly, the small package tucked away on the Horse's saddle. Alex didn't know what's inside it. And he decided long ago that what he doesn't know won't hurt him. After all, he shouldn't have found out thob at his former CO was sleeping with a General's daughter, the colonel made his life a living hell after that.

He placed the blanket on his torso, and decided to go to sleep. He was tired, the last things on his mind was that girl that he met in Ceylon, an English Girl.

[Rob Halfordia]

Lonely Warrior's Inn, Holstein, Northern Germany

Alexander Jameson sat at the edge of his room's bed, it was almost a cot, but it was more comfortable than anything the Grenadiers got in India, or even Canada. He embraced the room's worth, a fierce storm was brewing outside, and his blankets were too thin. He stripped himself of his red coat. Reminiscence of his time in India, and Canada. He smiled, he still remembered those times, not all of them pleasant, but still, gambling behind the Officer's back, dating the native girls, the mutual complaints of the heat, at times he missed those days, but he still remembered the bad parts, things that he won't do. Never again.

He chose to forget those memories, choosing instead to concentrate on his reading; The Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne, a certainly interesting read, but the technology was preposterous. He eyed his horse; Gordon, he smuggled him from India, a closed comrade of his, back when he was a Cavalry Officer. And more importantly, the small package tucked away on the Horse's saddle. Alex didn't know what's inside it. And he decided long ago that what he doesn't know won't hurt him. After all, he shouldn't have found out thob at his former CO was sleeping with a General's daughter, the colonel made his life a living hell after that.

He placed the blanket on his torso, and decided to go to sleep. He was tired, the last things on his mind was that girl that he met in Ceylon, an English Girl.

Three Templars entered the inn. They were clearly drunk. One began loudly talking, "I can only imagine the look on that Nordic brute's face when Vladimir shot him! I guess he was right about not needing guards!", another began talking, "Yeah what was that assassins name? Björn, Ander, something like that. Oh it was Ambjörn!", the third one began talking as well, "Clearly he was a moron. Going out for some vengeance mission. But, he's dead. Just like the rest of them will be. Siberia is inhospitable enough, being shot twice and surviving it? Impossible.", they all began laughing again.

[Gordonisia]

Oskar Brandt, Agent of the Knights Templar
Lonely Warrior's Inn, Holstein, Northern Germany, 1866

Oskar, along with his two comrades, rode silently through the night, the only sounds around them were the clapping of their horses' hooves and the sharp whistle of the wind. Oskar's companions grumbled to each other, but he silenced them with a cold stare.
"There's an inn up ahead, we'll rest here for the night and make some inquiries," he said, his men nodding.

As they stabled their horses and entered the cozy inn. Oskar's nose immediatley picked up the scent of merriment: good food and strong drinks. It had been a long journey across Germany, and his stomache ached for some food, while his tired bones ached for a soft bed. He decided to handle both problems by approaching the innkeeper.

"Good evening, friend," he spoke while taking a seat at the counter, "My friends and I require a few rooms and something to --"

It was then that he heard the word "assassin" yelled by a clearly drunk man who was chortling with his friends. Stopping mid-sentence, Oskar's eyes narrowed as he motioned for his companions to join him. "Excuse me for a moment," he said over his shoulder to the innkeeper as he approached the group of men.

"Gentlemen," he greeted with a small nod and a smile that lacked all semblance of warmth, "I'm a busy man, and you're clearly not in the mood for serious conversations, so I'll make it quick. Which one of you said something about an assassin? It's an important matter, so please speak up."

[Marsisian]

"Cut to the chase, Duvalier. I'm sure you want a unified and strong Germany, but I want that too, and my plan's been in motion for over 5 years now. I don't need help doing what those years of my life has been dedicated to. What is the real reason that you want me here, because General Kramer told me it was to make Germany stronger."

[Rob Halfordia]

Oskar Brandt, Agent of the Knights Templar
Lonely Warrior's Inn, Holstein, Northern Germany, 1866

Oskar, along with his two comrades, rode silently through the night, the only sounds around them were the clapping of their horses' hooves and the sharp whistle of the wind. Oskar's companions grumbled to each other, but he silenced them with a cold stare.
"There's an inn up ahead, we'll rest here for the night and make some inquiries," he said, his men nodding.

As they stabled their horses and entered the cozy inn. Oskar's nose immediatley picked up the scent of merriment: good food and strong drinks. It had been a long journey across Germany, and his stomache ached for some food, while his tired bones ached for a soft bed. He decided to handle both problems by approaching the innkeeper.

"Good evening, friend," he spoke while taking a seat at the counter, "My friends and I require a few rooms and something to --"

It was then that he heard the word "assassin" yelled by a clearly drunk man who was chortling with his friends. Stopping mid-sentence, Oskar's eyes narrowed as he motioned for his companions to join him. "Excuse me for a moment," he said over his shoulder to the innkeeper as he approached the group of men.

"Gentlemen," he greeted with a small nod and a smile that lacked all semblance of warmth, "I'm a busy man, and you're clearly not in the mood for serious conversations, so I'll make it quick. Which one of you said something about an assassin? It's an important matter, so please speak up."

"You heard right. The big guy is dead. Ambjörn, the Master Assassin we've been hearing about. The idiot waltzed up to one of our own, a Russian named Vladimir. He ended up getting shot twice and left to die in Siberia. That Assassin has killed more of our own than most of the rest of the Assassins combined. However that should be no surprise. The guy was about 6'5" and 350 lbs. But he's dead now!", he raised his glass and cheered.

[The Sotoan Union]

"Cut to the chase, Duvalier. I'm sure you want a unified and strong Germany, but I want that too, and my plan's been in motion for over 5 years now. I don't need help doing what those years of my life has been dedicated to. What is the real reason that you want me here, because General Kramer told me it was to make Germany stronger."

"You have the demeanor of a true leader." Duvalier said. "I appreciate your seriousness."
"The truth of the matter is Master Bismarck, we like your plan. We like your ideas, and your philosophy. We are sure that even if our order didn't exist, your plan to unite Germany could succeed. But what if we could offer you more? General Kramer has made great progress in Somalia. Do you know how? Yes he has German rifles, but his machine guns are American. Some of his men are British, and they were all trained by a Chinese general. Such global unity is just a fraction of what we are capable of. Imagine a war with France with Templar support. Imagine mercenaries striking behind the French lines. Imagine knowing the strategies of every French officer. Imagine knowing the strengths and weaknesses of every French weapon. We can do this. Many across the world see to our way of thinking. From Britain to Prussia, America to China. We don't control these countries, we aid them. Our aid can be yours as well President Minister."
Duvalier took a sip from his cup of tea.
"Join us, or at least accept our aid, and you will have German domination of all of continental Europe. No country will be able to stand in your way. Of course you can refuse. Many of your best officers are Templars. Your new Prussian colony in Africa is Templar. Many of your European allies are Templar. Think of how much easier and effective politics could be."
Duvalier nodded his head. None other than "Kitten" himself opened the door, and held it open.
"Impossible!" Bismarck snapped. "You just shot him?"
"You saw only what I wanted you to see. Think about it, if I could wield such power, then how much power can our entire organization wield? Please consider our offer. The carriage is waiting for you outside if you have no more business."

[Marsisian]

"Cut to the chase, Duvalier. I'm sure you want a unified and strong Germany, but I want that too, and my plan's been in motion for over 5 years now. I don't need help doing what those years of my life has been dedicated to. What is the real reason that you want me here, because General Kramer told me it was to make Germany stronger."

"You have the demeanor of a true leader." Duvalier said. "I appreciate your seriousness."
"The truth of the matter is Master Bismarck, we like your plan. We like your ideas, and your philosophy. We are sure that even if our order didn't exist, your plan to unite Germany could succeed. But what if we could offer you more? General Kramer has made great progress in Somalia. Do you know how? Yes he has German rifles, but his machine guns are American. Some of his men are British, and they were all trained by a Chinese general. Such global unity is just a fraction of what we are capable of. Imagine a war with France with Templar support. Imagine mercenaries striking behind the French lines. Imagine knowing the strategies of every French officer. Imagine knowing the strengths and weaknesses of every French weapon. We can do this. Many across the world see to our way of thinking. From Britain to Prussia, America to China. We don't control these countries, we aid them. Our aid can be yours as well President Minister."
Duvalier took a sip from his cup of tea.
"Join us, or at least accept our aid, and you will have German domination of all of continental Europe. No country will be able to stand in your way. Of course you can refuse. Many of your best officers are Templars. Your new Prussian colony in Africa is Templar. Many of your European allies are Templar. Think of how much easier and effective politics could be."
Duvalier nodded his head. None other than "Kitten" himself opened the door, and held it open.
"Impossible!" Bismarck snapped. "You just shot him?"
"You saw only what I wanted you to see. Think about it, if I could wield such power, then how much power can our entire organization wield? Please consider our offer. The carriage is waiting for you outside if you have no more business."

"Your proposal is enticing. However, I have political matters to attend to back in Berlin. I shall think about it on the way there and when I'm there. I respect your ideals and what you're trying to do." Bismarck then stood up, shook Duvalier's hand, and walked out the door.

[Korouse]

As Bismarck's carriage came around the corner of the road, Erich quickly set his sights on the horses to hopefully stop it. As the carriage came within range, Erich could not help but hesitate killing the second most powerful man of his homeland. After all, Bismarck intentions were for the benefit of Germany. Erich then slung his rifle around his back and quickly dashed towards the carriage. The driver, looked astonished. He didn't think anything of it, though, considering having a trip that long would make a man see some sort of quick illusions. Erich grabbed onto the top of the carriage, then to avoid detection from the driver, climbed to the back. Bismarck thought nothing of it since it's fairly normal for rocks or debris to hit the carriage from the horses hooves galloping on the dirt. After Erich was certain the driver wasn't looking, he climbed to the side of the carriage and opened the door.

"Guten Tag, Herr Bismarck."
"Who the hell are you!?" Shouted Bismarck.
"Feldwebel Wolfram, Light Infantry of the Prussian Army."

Erich then bowed to Bismarck, and showed his Iron Cross.