Assassin's Creed: Spring of Nations (IC)

[Marsisian]

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.

"A soldier, eh? Well, what do you need? I'm on my way back to Berlin right now."

[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.

"A soldier, eh? Well, what do you need? I'm on my way back to Berlin right now."

Well, I need information on what those Templars said to you, and, perhaps your friendship. I can also answer a few questions for you.

[Marsisian]

"A soldier, eh? Well, what do you need? I'm on my way back to Berlin right now."

Well, I need information on what those Templars said to you, and, perhaps your friendship. I can also answer a few questions for you.

"I'm not telling you anything about what the men said to me. It's confidential, you wouldn't know anything of the sort."

[Korouse]

Well, I need information on what those Templars said to you, and, perhaps your friendship. I can also answer a few questions for you.

"I'm not telling you anything about what the men said to me. It's confidential, you wouldn't know anything of the sort."

Oh, I wouldn't? They offered you exactly what you wanted to hear. Military and financial gain. You know what they want in return? You to be their puppet. Their ultimate goal - The Templars - is to take control of the world. They believe innocent people should be oppressed. If they succeed in Germany, they might have all of Europe. My order, is their only opponent. We could use your help. Mind you, Kramer is also in this order.

[Marsisian]

"Well, they told me about their global unity by saying they had American weapons, British soldiers, and Chinese generals all in Prussian Somalia. He also told me that a war with France with Templar support could ravage them, mercenaries striking behind the French, knowing the strategies of all the French generals, knowing the strengths and weaknesses of all French weapons, and he tried to entice me with promises of aid. He promised that if I joined him, Germany would dominate Continental Europe."

Oh, I wouldn't? They offered you exactly what you wanted to hear. Military and financial gain. You know what they want in return? You to be their puppet. Their ultimate goal - The Templars - is to take control of the world. They believe innocent people should be oppressed. If they succeed in Germany, they might have all of Europe. My order, is their only opponent. We could use your help. Mind you, Kramer is also in this order.

"I'm not going to be a puppet of anyone, and my loyalties are to the unification of Germany. I do not need help in completing my objectives that have been in the works for quite some time. Kramer is in the Templars? Hmm. I suppose I should sway him to be on my side."

[Korouse]

I need you to realize, that's just to make you and the Kaiser a puppet - nothing more. Many men have fallen into that temptation of Glory and Superiority over the whole world, when truly, they were being used. The Templars are nothing short of tyrannical madmen who want to rule over the people with an Iron Fist, no matter what ideology. My order swears to protect the people that might be abused. In fact, I am the Master of the German Brotherhood. Your Excellency, I suggest we head to Danzig to discuss further with the leader of the entire order.

"I'm not going to be a puppet of anyone, and my loyalties are to the unification of Germany. I do not need help in completing my objectives that have been in the works for quite some time. Kramer is in the Templars? Hmm. I suppose I should sway him to be on my side."

I suggest the colonies be under tight restriction. The Templars are slippery. Mission aside - It's an honor meeting you, your excellency. I suggest going to Danzig to meet with my mentor. There is important business to attend to.

[Marsisian]

"Fine. I shall go to Danzig. Oh, another thing, I'm putting you in my Guard. Anyway, we might as well get going for Danzig, it's going to be a long, long ride there." With that, Bismarck sat and looked outside at the sights while the driver rode to Danzig.

I suggest the colonies be under tight restriction. The Templars are slippery. Mission aside - It's an honor meeting you, your excellency. I suggest going to Danzig to meet with my mentor. There is important business to attend to.

"I agree with your ideas of New Prussia being under restriction only to important officials. And of course, it is an honor meeting you as well, a dedicated soldier to the Prussian Army. I shall go to Danzig if you insist."

[Gordonisia]

Oskar Brandt, Agent of the Knights Templar

"Quiet, you drunk fools!" Oskar hissed at the laughing men, "Or would you like every damn person in this room to know who we are?" He glanced around to make sure nobody had heard the words "Master Assassin" or anything else that would reveal their identities as Templars.

"Look," He said, turning back to the men and lowering his voice, "My name is Oskar Brandt, and I'm a brother-in-arms. The Master has sent me here to find an Assassin and, more importantly, the treasure that he carries with him. We have reason to believe that he is somewhere in this area, so let me know if you see anything suspicious."

"And for the love of God," he snarled, "Don't do anything to reveal ourselves, or the Master will know exactly who to punish for letting a Piece slip away."

[Ganarhea]

September 23
Dmitry woke up at 3:00 AM, his room was deathly silent, and his thoughts drifted back to his months in the Peter and Paul Prison. The air was musky, the temperature was bone chilling, and the guards abused him on a daily basis. He snapped out of it, and remembered he had meant to travel to Danzig today. He got dressed in his robes, and gathered all of his weapons. On top of that he put on a large coat, to hide his conspicuous clothing. He walked to the Brotherhoods stables, and mounted a horse. The ride was jarring, but in a couple of hours he had made it to the Danish mainland. From there he caught the train to Danzig. The train was unlikely to draw attention, most of it's cars carried fish, but the caboose had been converted into a passenger car. Dmitry sat in a decrepit seat at the back of the car, and waited for the others to come in. The train was boarded at 8:10 Am by 2 gentlemen who were having a conversation. They sat in a seat the seat in front of Dmitry, and began having a political discussion. They spoke Danish, so Dmitry could not understand them well. By the time the train was in Germany, Dmitry heard the men frequently saying "Templar". To Dmitry, it seemed like all they were saying was Templar. Dmitry waited until one of the men had gone to the bathroom. Then he got up, and followed him. He pretended to wait in line at the door, but the moment the door swung open, Dmitry punched him in the trachea, silencing him. The man fell back onto the toilet. Dmitry moved quickly, and tied a knot in the middle of his handkerchief, and wrapped it around the man's mouth, securing it at the end. He poured some soap into his hand from a bottle near the sink, and rubbed it all over the man's face, taking care to jab at his eyes. He then tied up the man using a rope he carried on him. The man was left blind, dumb, and immobile.Dmitry took cover near the door. He waited a couple of minutes, and sure enough, he heard footsteps. Dmitry drew a small dagger, and waited for the man to enter. He was met by the sight of his partner writing on the toilet bowl, and almost immediately his throat was pierced by Dmitry's knife. He then took the time to rip the dead man's coat into strips, and further secure his prisoner. He then knocked him unconscious, and hogtied him, and carried him to one of the fishing cars, where they spent the rest of the ride. On the outskirts of Danzig, Dmitry threw the now awake man off the side of the car into the gravel. He was thankful the man was light, as Dmitry carried him to a factory on the eastern edge of the city, where the Assassins awaited.
"Does anyone know Danish?" Dmitry shouted.
A boy in the corner replied. "I do!"
Dmitry went to the Den's leader and said, "Interrogate him."
With that Dmitry retired to his room, and started reading reports from the leaders of dens around the world.

[Ghondra]

OOC: Ignore this, this is dedicated to awesomeness, it's non-canon.
"Excuse me." Alexander tapped the shoulder of one of Oskar Brandt's cronies. "Did you say Assassin?" He asked in poorly spoken German, "Ja." Alexander smiled, "Thank you." Then he stabbed the crony's throat, blood seeping off his neck. "Idiots." He said as he unsheathed his Cavalry Saber.

(OOC: Why did I start a fight? Awesome my dear boy. )

[Korouse]

Deleted.

[Marsisian]

"I think he will choose his Fatherland. Anyone would. As for the Colonial intervention, I could send a Division of troops to New Prussia to keep order against the Templar-loyal troops there."

Alright, but I suggest you keep a keen eye on him. After all, he has an army of Europe's finest.

"I will, you can be sure of that."

[DEC-LAND]

Ali Muhammad, Templar Elite Mercenary

"Excuse me." Alexander tapped the shoulder of one of Oskar Brandt's cronies. "Did you say Assassin?" He asked in poorly spoken German, "Ja." Alexander smiled, "Thank you." Then he stabbed the crony's throat, blood seeping off his neck. "Idiots." He said as he unsheathed his Cavalry Saber."Excuse me." Alexander tapped the shoulder of one of Oskar Brandt's cronies. "Did you say Assassin?" He asked in poorly spoken German, "Ja." Alexander smiled, "Thank you." Then he stabbed the crony's throat, blood seeping off his neck. "Idiots." He said as he unsheathed his Cavalry Saber.

As he drew his sword, a shadowy figure appeared from the darkness. "I have an appealing offer for you... Come, we are too exposed here" he said. Alexander hesitated then turned around. Ali drew His dagger from the folds in his robes, "Come: Now." Alexander hesitated again, and this time he was far less lucky. Ali's dagger plunged into his right arm, and the saber swiftly fell to the ground. "Now."

[Marsisian]

- Reserved for Future post -

[Looriro]

Nation Name: Saudi Arabia
Character Name: Ali Muhammad
Age: 27
Gender: male
Nationality: Arab
Affiliation: Templar/bounty hunter
Appearance: Arabian Robes, Turban
Bio: An Arabian man who left his country at a young age seeking adventure. He met a Templar agent who offered him money and training in exchange for 15 years of service. this was when he was 16. He has remained with the Templars since
Primary Weapon: Scimitar
Secondary Melee Weapon: Kindjal Dagger
Secondary Ranged Weapon: Poisoned darts
Special Weapon: Poison

(OOC) This belongs on the OOC forum: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=300533

[Altito Asmoro]

French-German border, 1866

More and more bodies fell as the Germans-Templar coalition led an attack against the villages of France. Even with the valiant efforts from the villagers and local guards, they fell as they failed---horribly---to the hands of the Germans and Templar. Eventually, they stopped by the time they reached 4 villages. The villages sure are small, but can incite the war between Prussia and France, and perhaps, being able to topple the Assassins-influenced government, and restore the Bourbons as the true leaders of France. Francois sent two of his agents to posing as survivors from the villages, as both are fluent in French, but with heavy German accents. Then again, they live near the border, so it can be considered as normal, and then dressing them in a rag-tag clothes, beating them up so they can be recognized as the true survivors, stripped them of their Templar's accessories, and not impostors. The two agents started went to the nearest town and inform the authorities of the situation.

Francois put a dead German mercenary as a proof of invasion from the Prussian. They later went back to German to coordinate with the rest of the Templar.

[Rob Halfordia]

Siberian Wilderness

Ambjörn sat by a tree. He didn't move. He wanted to call for help to someone, but nobody was there to hear him. He began thinking to himself, "How could I have been so hasty? Why didn't I just kill him? I've failed the Brotherhood. I selfishly left on a mission of personal gain, leaving others behind. It's over though.", he drifted into a dream state. He was reliving a past conversation, sitting in the Main HQ with Alexander, they were both young. Ambjörn was only 17. Alexander started talking, "Why did you come here Ambjörn?"

Ambjörn bluntly responded, mumbling to himself in real life, "To be an Assassin of course.", he went back to eating some bread.

Alexander continued, "I mean what drives you? You know, what keeps you going?"

Ambjörn looked at him, "Vengeance. I want to kill the man that murdered my family and burnt down my home."

Alexander asked, "Why? You've killed many people."

Ambjörn voice became quiet, "Why? You want to know why? You know damn well why", Ambjörn stood and began yelling, "He stole everything from me! He stole my family from me! He stole my friends from me! He stole my LIFE from me! It's my goal, it's what drives me! It's my RIGHT!"

Ambjörn woke up. He stood, and started walking, wrapping his wounds. He then started running. His right to kill the man that tore his life apart once again clear to him. It was an inalienable right.

[Kuhlfros]

Washington DC,
September 27th, 1866 (Timeskipped the Briefing and the order for the Groups of Assassins to go south)
It was known that Johnson was a Templar Puppet, To Clarence and most of the Brotherhood in America, That was where Clarence's latest plot would come in, He personally would visit General Grant to win him over, While Brotherhood Spies would convince the Congress more and more to rid of Johnson and Support Grant, whom was a favorite of the people already.

Clarence moved silently upon roofs, through alleys and past soldiers and city police, as the night dragged on, and Clarence was on the Hunt, He had followed some suspected Templars from outside the city, They stopped in an Alleyway, and began to talk, Clarence put himself in the dark corner of the alleyway, almost impossible to be seen. where he listened,


T1: Once Johnson continues to put into effect the "Johnson" Plan, those imbeciles in the Congress won't go against us again, not much help to the Africans...but...

T2: Hey, If the Blacks are gonna stay broken and without rights, that is fine in the Templars eyes, they could build the palace for the Grand Master to live in for all I care."

Clarence emerged from the shadows, hidden under his hood, Clarence grinned widely, he walke towards the two men and said "Thanks for the Info boys," Proceeding to stab the closest Templar in the Throat with his Bowie knife, turned to the other Templar "I think you are going to have a Blast" As Clarence raised one of his revolvers to the center of the unfortunate Templar's head, chuckling at his own joke.

[Morrow den]

Baltimore,Maryland

Lowell was on a small mission in the city hunting a courier who supposedly was telling an assassin in the city about Templar activity in the state.This was the first time Lowell was doing a mission on his own.He knew the city very well since this was where he trained as a Templar and glided around people on the street as he came close to the location of the courier.He went down an alley just three blocks away from the house of the courier hoping to catch him off guard by coming in the back.Lowell entered the alley but was met with two men who blocked his path,one was a average looking man nothing noteworthy except for his dusty shirt the other one was a bigger man who had a beard and a torn up confederate uniform.

"Look what we have a Yankee."said the bigger man as he got a brass knuckle out of his pocket.

"Pay up or me and my friend are going to have to take it from you."the other one said pulling out a Hunting knife

"I don't have time for this.Get out of my way or suffer."Lowell said ready with his Saber he would shot them but couldn't risk the courier hearing the shot and run.

They snickered and charged.Lowell quickly pulled his saber out slashing the goon with the knife in the chest.The other one barely missed hitting Lowell with his Brass Knuckles and Lowell retaliated by stabbing him in the hip and letting him drop on the ground.The one with the knife tried to get back up but Lowell quickly kicked him back down.Both men were now on the ground rolling in pain.

"I told you not to do it."Lowell said leaving the alley to his target.

[DEC-LAND]

Ali Muhammad, Templar Elite Mercenary

As he escorted Alexander away from the scene, memories of his time in India and Indonesia came to him.

June 1960: His guide had led him into a rather swampy part of the island. Again, this was one to many failures. The sword swung swiftly and forcefully. The guide was dead before he hit the ground, the blood from his decapitated head mixing with the mud of the path.

April: 1963: He had been captured by a tribe of Indonesian head-hunters. It was all Ali's fault. He should have stayed with his group. He showed them his bejeweled dagger. They were transfixed. He had analyzed their strength, 8 men, 3 women: 5 of them were armed with blowguns. as they stared at his dagger he drew two poisoned darts and hurled them at them men. Then, he grabbed his dagger and slashed through the other 3 with darts. The other 3 men charged him. 1 was impaled with the dagger the next met death by his scimitar. The third managed to tackle him and draw a knife. but he slammed it into his own throat before he could stab Ali, then he ran to a canoe
all these thoughts and more assaulted him...

[Rob Halfordia]

Ali Muhammad, Templar Elite Mercenary

"Excuse me." Alexander tapped the shoulder of one of Oskar Brandt's cronies. "Did you say Assassin?" He asked in poorly spoken German, "Ja." Alexander smiled, "Thank you." Then he stabbed the crony's throat, blood seeping off his neck. "Idiots." He said as he unsheathed his Cavalry Saber."Excuse me." Alexander tapped the shoulder of one of Oskar Brandt's cronies. "Did you say Assassin?" He asked in poorly spoken German, "Ja." Alexander smiled, "Thank you." Then he stabbed the crony's throat, blood seeping off his neck. "Idiots." He said as he unsheathed his Cavalry Saber.

As he drew his sword, a shadowy figure appeared from the darkness. "I have an appealing offer for you... Come, we are too exposed here" he said. Alexander hesitated then turned around. Ali drew His dagger from the folds in his robes, "Come: Now." Alexander hesitated again, and this time he was far less lucky. Ali's dagger plunged into his right arm, and the saber swiftly fell to the ground. "Now."

OOC: This is just bad RP -_-

[Sulania]

The Atlantic Ocean; September 22, 1866

Catherine lied on the cot assigned to her by the captain of the ship. It had been 5 days since she departed from Brest, France, on the L'océan Chevalier. A small ship that has traveled between the American city of Boston and the French port of Brest. She lied there examining the beautiful sapphire that attached to her poison ring, admiring its beauty.

She rose from her cot and attached the gem to her ring. She went topside to speak with the captain on how there voyage was going. Felipe Rizzardo, a Spaniard of the age of 54, was the captain of the vessel. A man educated in speaking English, Spanish, French, and, of course, navy speak.

"How long till we reach Boston Harbor, Señor Rizzardo" She asked in a serious tone, with crossed arms.
"I'd say we'll arrive within five weeks, miss." The captain responded, without making eye-contact.
"Good" She responds. Several minutes pass without a word from both of them.
"So tell me, Ms. Poklonskaya. What does a woman from the east have to do in the Americas?" He asked.
"My husband-to-be runs a trading business from the city of Odessa, he hopes to move his home to America. He sent me along first to get things put into place for his arrival." She responded. A lie she came up with on the spot.
"Well, I hope your fiancee finds another way to the Americas." he stated.
Catherine looks at him with curiosity. "What do you mean, captain?"
"This will be my last voyage, I'm retiring and giving this business to my son, David." He points to crewman scrubbing the deck, implying it was his son. "I'm retiring in America, want to just stay on land from now on." A few more minutes pass in silence.
"Well, I'm going to go below deck to plan out my affairs for when we arrive in Boston." She says, and begins making her way below deck.
"Your a woman who likes to get things done and gets them done right, your husband is lucky to have ya.'" The captain shouts before Catherine can go below deck.
"Thank you" She responds
"Don't mention it"

She returns to her cot and sits on it. When she arrives in Boston, her first objective is to find the Assassin Hideout and present herself to the mentor. She hasn't met or heard much of anyone from the American Brotherhood. She will truly be in alien territory in America. She closes her eyes and drifts to sleep as the ship makes its way to Boston Harbor.

[Ghondra]

"Damn it, how did they find me so fast?!" Alexander asked to himself, before fastening the buckle of his belt. He needed to go now, before those damned Templars decided to give chase.

Alexander jumped out the window, his Hidden Blade unsheathed, his eyes searching for those who wish to kill him. He sprinted towards Gordon, now with his Hidden Blade unsheathed, he needed to make his escape quickly. "Now be quite my friend." Alexander whispered to the aging War Horse, who whined, quite loudly. "SHIT!" He shouted, realizing his error, he cursed himself to the deepest circle of hell, "Attentäter!" Alexander heard one of the Templars shout, he cursed, quite loudly he might add, securing the package, before unsheathing his Cavalry Saber, and readying his revolver, it was time to make his stand.

[Shark isle]

As Duvalier listened to Bismarck order some coffee from his servant he hastily finished a letter he had just started. Apparently the Templar attack on France had unexpected results. The soldiers reported men in hoods inspecting the village after the attack. They killed several soldiers and stole something that shined brighter than the sun. This was clearly a Piece of Eden. Duvalier knew there was one more Apple of Eden on Europe, and now it had resurfaced. The Assassins were likely to move it. He quickly finished his letter.

To: Oskar Brandt

The Assassins have an Apple of Eden. They are probably going to move it. I have no idea where, but their start point was France. They will likely go through Germany. By the time this letter arrives they should be somewhere in Germany still. Use your information gathering talents to find them, or at least give me a lead of their destination.

May the father of understanding guide us

Then he remembered something Victoria said about a false letter. Something about South America. He wrote a second letter.

To: Jorge Sanchez

Assassins are proceeding to South America. You are the closest. Use all of your powers to make their lives hell.

May the father of understanding guide us

He then had a servant deliver the two letters and dispose of Kitten's body.
"Now President Minister, you have my attention."

Jorge has just returned from a succesful skirmish with republican rebels when one of his men said to him," General a letter for you". Jorge read it and he wrote back in response
To: The grandmaster
My master i will do anything and everything in my power as a general to make the assassins life in south america a living hell.
Sincerly yous: Jorge Shanchez
Jorge who liked the idea of actually helping the order for once called one of his messengers and said to him, "Senior deliver this letter to the nearst telgraph office. I want it telegraphed to somalia. I also want this second letter wired to south america. Do not ask why just do it look out for the republicans". The messenger obeyed and soon had them telegraphed or sent by mail. Jorges cohorts in south america should get the letter very soon.

[Gordonisia]

Oskar Brandt, Agent of the Knights Templar

Hearing the sounds of a whining horse and a man cursing, Oskar quickly realized his error. While he had been busy scolding his fellow Templars, the target had slipped away. "Damnit!" he yelled, "Kill the Assassin, but do it cleanly--we must not damage the package!" He and his companions bolted out of the inn, already drawing pistols as they heard the sound of a horse galloping away. Oskar narrowed his eyes in deadly concentration, struggling to make out the silhouette of a single rider speeding down the road. He fired a single shot with his revolver, missing his shot by several feet but hopefully startling the Assassin's horse.

As he and his fellow Templars gave chase on their own steeds, Oskar knew that if the Assassin were to cross the German border, the Apple would be lost. He would be in hostile territory with limited support and essentially no plan. That meant that the Assassin needed to be dealt with now, before it was too late.

Slamming his spurred heels into his horse's flanks, Oskar urged the beast to move faster. The animal screamed in pain but picked up its pace, and soon Oskar was within 100 m of his target. Again he fired at the Assassin's head, and again his shot missed (although by a much smaller margin this time). When he tried to take another shot, however, his pistol jammed. Oskar snarled in frustration; his firearm never jammed--this truly wasn't his day. Holstering the gun, he drew his saber and stuck the point into his horse, not enough to seriously wound the animal, but certainly enough to cause incredible pain. Again, his horse brayed with anguish, but again he succeeded in closing in on his prey. Pulling to within, five feet of his target. Oskar gingerely took his feet out of the stirrups, slowly crouched on his horse's back, and launched himself through the air at his opponent. With a mighty (and, as Oskar's entire body told him, quite painful) crash, he tackled the Assassin off of his steed.

"Your time is up, Assassin!" he roared as they both tumbled towards the hard ground.