Assassin's Creed: Spring of Nations (IC)

[The Sotoan Union]

"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?"

Kendall got out of bed. The pain cause her to take an awkward hunching appearance, but at least it was less awkward then being carried. "Lead the way."

[Rob Halfordia]

"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?"

Kendall got out of bed. The pain cause her to take an awkward hunching appearance, but at least it was less awkward then being carried. "Lead the way."

He led her to a massive hall, in the center, a pedestal. They took a turn to the left. They were in a weapons room. He got a box and opened it. Inside we're two hidden blades, "Have you seen a pair of these before?"

[Marsisian]

Bismarck then got into the carriage and sat in the back while people in the front then whipped the horses and they set off. During the ride, they saw many sights and beautiful landscapes, but then stopped. "Why have we stopped.... Kitten?"

[The Sotoan Union]

Kendall got out of bed. The pain cause her to take an awkward hunching appearance, but at least it was less awkward then being carried. "Lead the way."

He lead her to a massive hall, in the center, a pedestal. They took a turn to the left. They were in a weapons room. He got a box and opened it. Inside we're two hidden blades, "Have you seen a pair of these before?"

"No never." Kendall replied.

OOC: Templar post. Combined two posts to make this longer.

IC: Apologies Master Bismarck, but we have been followed. The hulking man got off the carriage and approached a man and a woman talking on the side of the road. He went up to the woman and drew a sword almost as big as he was. He then impaled the sword through the woman's chest with such force that she was lifted off her feet. Immediately the man drew a hidden blade but was quickly beaten into submission by the hulking man, who snapped the mans arm over his leg. As he finished the Assassin off with a neck snap another on the other side of the road drew his sword. He rushed towards the carriage, intent on killing Bismarck. Quickly though the hulking man took a shoe off the dead Assassin and hurled it towards the assailant. The shoe struck him in the head, giving the hulking man time to tackle the Assassin to the ground. With one strike he crushed the Assassin's windpipe, before proceeding back to the carriage. "Apologies for the intrusion Master Bismarck." the man said to the bewildered President Minister. "Our next stop will be at the Master's retreat. It will take some time to reach, so make yourself comfortable."

[Rob Halfordia]

He lead her to a massive hall, in the center, a pedestal. They took a turn to the left. They were in a weapons room. He got a box and opened it. Inside we're two hidden blades, "Have you seen a pair of these before?"

"No never." Kendall replied.

"These are the weapon of our Brotherhood. You show great promise. You have perseverance.", his eyes turned cold, "I see it in you. You want revenge. Revenge for your fallen friends. Slaughtered in mass amounts for no reason. I felt that once. If I said I could give you the opportunity to kill the man behind it, what would you say?"

[The Kingdom of Glitter]

Balmoral, Scotland, the United Kingdom

September 10th of 1866 Anno Domini

"Your Majesty, I have another letter from the Prime Minister." Sir MacLeod said as interrupted Queen Victoria's tea time.

"What is it with that man and his letters arriving just as I sit down for tea? I don't even want to open it."

"You probably should, M'am."

"You are right, Sir MacLeod." As Victoria put down her tea she took the letter from her secretary. She opened it and began to read it.

"This concerns me, Sir MacLeod."

"What is ever the matter, M'am?"

"The Lord Mayor of London, Thomas Gabriel, is dead. Shot by a bolt of sorts from the rooftops of London during a hanging. Not the Lord Mayor's of course. He's included testimony from one of the police officers who was there. Shall we give it a read?"

"Certainly, M'am."

The two began to read the testimony together. The officer described a man on the rooftops, wearing a cape or hood of sorts, who quickly hurried off after killing the Lord Mayor. The other officers chased after him, but to no avail. He had remained with the corpse of the Lord Mayor until the coroner had arrived.

"Well, Sir MacLeod. You know what that sounds like, don't you?"

"Indeed I do, M'am."

"And the Prime Minister wants me to return to London? With a murderous fool on the lose? I do not quite believe that is going to happen. Write to him for me, tell him I won't be returning until I must."

"Yes, of course M'am." Sir MacLeod said as he began to stand up.

"But wait one moment, Sir MacLeod. Have we any word from our messenger in Paris like we requested?"

"No, M'am. I believe it is safe to assume he has been killed and the letter taken."

Victoria's face lit up with a grin. "What marvelous news, Sir MacLeod. What marvelous news indeed."

[Sulania]

Paris - September 15, 1866

Catherine sat near the entrance of the Notre Dame, admiring it's beauty. It was her first time in France, let alone Paris, and she was mesmerized by the beauty of it's architecture. Her mind quickly snapped back to thinking of her travels to America, and what she'll be leaving behind in Europe. She thought of what will become of Prussia under Bismarck, and if the Templars will win him over. She rose from her seat, and made her way to the Assassin Hideout. She was unaware of any meeting that may have taken place after the one that sent that Templar to Somalia. She paced in the main hall, thinking.

She finally calmed down, and returned to the quarters provided for her by the Assassins there. She sat down and pulled a piece of charcoal and fetched some parchment and wrote a letter.

Esteemed Chancellor of Germany,

You do not know me, but I hope that my animosity will not bring you reluctance to what you are about to hear. You see, I am a member of an ancient order known as the Assassins. We are dedicated to preserving the free will of all people. Those who oppose us, are the Templars. They wish to see us all become slaves. They hide this behind the noble goal of peace, but what they seek is oppression.

I am writing you in the hopes that you will be interested in hearing more. If you wish to hear more of what I have to offer you, then send a man to the city of Paris. And have him shout "Kiev" in front of the Notre Dame. Trust me, I'll know if you do this.

Sincerely yours,
Altair

Catherine sat there, enjoying her touch at the end. She doesn't want to give up her name to a potential threat, so better use a fake name. She folded the note and placed it within the envelope. She then made her way outside of the hideout and found the closest messenger post. "I have an urgent message for the Chancellor of Prussia, here is some extra coin for it's anonymous delivery and I do not want it's contents revealed to anyone but him"
"It shall be delivered to him immediately, ma'm." He replied.

She left quickly making her way back to the hideout. She sat on her bed and thought about what she just did. She began to see this as rash, and something the Brotherhood would disapprove of. She decided that the Brotherhood will not know of the details of the note. She gets up and runs into a fellow assassin. "Please, if someone in front of the Notre Dame ever shouts the word "Kiev", write me immediately and inform me of it. It is of the greatest importance."
The fellow Assassin nodded in acknowledgment and moved on. "I hope he makes the right decision, I hope I didn't make a grave mistake." she whispered to herself as she slowly walks to her quarters.

[The Sotoan Union]

"No never." Kendall replied.

"These are the weapon of our Brotherhood. You show great promise. You have perseverance.", his eyes turned cold, "I see it in you. You want revenge. Revenge for your fallen friends. Slaughtered in mass amounts for no reason. I felt that once. If I said I could give you the opportunity to kill the man behind it, what would you say?"

Kendall really didn't understand what was going on. Brotherhood? Were they some sort of French police? She had a hard time grasping what was going on. But revenge? Yes she did want revenge. No she demanded it. If these people could help her.
"I would say yes."

[Seno Zhou Varada]

Cane was sitting on a bench in London when a group of 4 guards yelled "Get him!". Cane knew they found him he would need to change his outfit. He extended his hidden blade stabbing the first guard and slicing the second. He then used his staff to stab at the neck breaking it. There were 2 guards left both with pistols pointed at him. Cane grabbed two sleep darts as raised his hands us and threw them at them. The guards quickly fell asleep. Cane then slit their throats with his dagger and proceeded to go on his way staying in the crowds instead of the roofs. Finally arriving at Karl Marx's house he waited outside until he came in or out.

[Rob Halfordia]

"These are the weapon of our Brotherhood. You show great promise. You have perseverance.", his eyes turned cold, "I see it in you. You want revenge. Revenge for your fallen friends. Slaughtered in mass amounts for no reason. I felt that once. If I said I could give you the opportunity to kill the man behind it, what would you say?"

Kendall really didn't understand what was going on. Brotherhood? Were they some sort of French police? She had a hard time grasping what was going on. But revenge? Yes she did want revenge. No she demanded it. If these people could help her.
"I would say yes."

He grinned a little bit, "Well, then you'll want to know what you'd be getting into. If you join our Order then you will avenge those you've lost and many more. And, you will do it righteously. But first, we must make sure you are up to the job. Are you particularly gifted at any form of fighting?"

[The Sotoan Union]

Kendall really didn't understand what was going on. Brotherhood? Were they some sort of French police? She had a hard time grasping what was going on. But revenge? Yes she did want revenge. No she demanded it. If these people could help her.
"I would say yes."

He grinned a little bit, "Well, then you'll want to know what you'd be getting into. If you join our Order then you will avenge those you've lost and many more. And, you will do it righteously. But first, we must make sure you are up to the job. Are you particularly gifted at any form of fighting?"

Kendall shook her head. She had no idea how to fight. Was this really happening? Was this man really offering her a chance of revenge? She had no idea what kind of weapon she was even looking at.
"No I can't fight." she said. "But if you will have me, I will learn everything I can."

[Rob Halfordia]

He grinned a little bit, "Well, then you'll want to know what you'd be getting into. If you join our Order then you will avenge those you've lost and many more. And, you will do it righteously. But first, we must make sure you are up to the job. Are you particularly gifted at any form of fighting?"

Kendall shook her head. She had no idea how to fight. Was this really happening? Was this man really offering her a chance of revenge? She had no idea what kind of weapon she was even looking at.
"No I can't fight." she said. "But if you will have me, I will learn everything I can."

He extended his hand and they shook, "Welcome to the Assassins."

Ambjörn's Chambers

Ambjörn walked into his chambers with Alexander waiting there, "So, are you ready for your mission? It is of the utmost importance. If you don't think your up to it, tell me now."

[Britannia I]

Alejandro's TV was blurting out in Arabic about the jihadists had just taken the oil refinery. 'Filthy Monsters' he muttered under his breath. He leaned his arms against the railing of his small apartment balcony and took a swig of Lemonade and through the can over the side. 'Lets go give those Amigos something to say to allah'.

He went back inside and to a wardrobe witch opened to revel a small armoury. He snatched up his Dragunov and machetes which made a satisfying 'Shink' sound as they slid into the scabbards. He then shouldered the gun and walked out of the door putting on his leather gloves as he did.

[Ghondra]

Kendall shook her head. She had no idea how to fight. Was this really happening? Was this man really offering her a chance of revenge? She had no idea what kind of weapon she was even looking at.
"No I can't fight." she said. "But if you will have me, I will learn everything I can."

He extended his hand and they shook, "Welcome to the Assassins."

Ambjörn's Chambers

Ambjörn walked into his chambers with Alexander waiting there, "So, are you ready for your mission? It is of the utmost importance. If you don't think your up to it, tell me now."

"C'mon man, you know me? I'm ready."

[Rob Halfordia]

He extended his hand and they shook, "Welcome to the Assassins."

Ambjörn's Chambers

Ambjörn walked into his chambers with Alexander waiting there, "So, are you ready for your mission? It is of the utmost importance. If you don't think your up to it, tell me now."

"C'mon man, you know me? I'm ready."

He pulled out a box, "Take this to our Mentor. Do not open it. His is of the utmost importance. You will be alone on this mission. You will ride by horse, with no escort. Maintain a low profile, and do not kill unless absolutely necessary. You will carry for this mission, a concealed revolver, and a dagger and two hidden blades. If an enemy identifies you, strike him down, quietly. And tell him to send it back when your done. I don't trust that Russian."

[The Sotoan Union]

Eventually the carriage arrived at a large manor.
"We have arrived Master Bismarck." the hulking man said. "The master eagerly awaits your presence."
Bismarck disembarked the carriage and travelled along the path to the manor. As he did many servants opened the doors for him, and followed him as he was escorted through the fine and lavish estate. Finally he reached a small hallway, where all but "Kitten" departed him. The hulking man then opened a door to a small room, where a frail man awaited him inside.
"Ah you've made it. I do hope there wasn't any trouble on the way here." the man said as he got up. "Please have a seat. Can I get you anything? Tea, Coffee, a game of chess? Don't hesitate to ask." Bismarck sat himself at a large chair as the man pulled a pistol from his drawer. He then callously shot "Kitten" in the head. The large man's body fell like a brick. He then quickly put his pistol back in the drawer as he looked at an astonished Bismarck. "Sorry about that. I didn't want anyone to know we were meeting."
"Now I don't know what my various subordinates have told you of our order, but I know you know about us. My name is Carlos Duvalier, and I am the Grand Master of the Templar order. Our order wants what I think you want. A strong and unified Germany. What do you think of that?"

[Ghondra]

"C'mon man, you know me? I'm ready."

He pulled out a box, "Take this to our Mentor. Do not open it. His is of the utmost importance. You will be alone on this mission. You will ride by horse, with no escort. Maintain a low profile, and do not kill unless absolutely necessary. You will carry for this mission, a concealed revolver, and a dagger and two hidden blades. If an enemy identifies you, strike him down, quietly. And tell him to send it back when your done. I don't trust that Russian."

Alexander nods, before passing Ambjörn, he opens the door, but gave Ambjörn one last distinctive look, "Be careful my friend, Will I see you in London?" he asked one final question.

[Rob Halfordia]

He pulled out a box, "Take this to our Mentor. Do not open it. His is of the utmost importance. You will be alone on this mission. You will ride by horse, with no escort. Maintain a low profile, and do not kill unless absolutely necessary. You will carry for this mission, a concealed revolver, and a dagger and two hidden blades. If an enemy identifies you, strike him down, quietly. And tell him to send it back when your done. I don't trust that Russian."

Alexander nods, before passing Ambjörn, he opens the door, but gave Ambjörn one last distinctive look, "Be careful my friend, Will I see you in London?" he asked one final question.

"I have some personal business to attend to first. But I will be there at some point. Good luck. And don't die on me, I'd never forgive you if you left me alone with the rest of these guys.", they both laughed.

[Ghondra]

Alexander nods, before passing Ambjörn, he opens the door, but gave Ambjörn one last distinctive look, "Be careful my friend, Will I see you in London?" he asked one final question.

"I have some personal business to attend to first. But I will be there at some point. Good luck. And don't die on me, I'd never forgive you if you left me alone with the rest of these guys.", they both laughed.

"Good luck my friend, and be careful." And with that he left the small cottage.

[Gordonisia]

Oskar Brandt, Agent of the Knights Templar
Vienna, Austria, 1866

It had been a productive month for Oskar, that was for certain. After arriving in the Austrian capital, he had quickly made contact with the local Templar cell, where he planned out his reconaissance mission. For three weeks he had stalked various members of the imperial court, from lowly secretaries to the Archduke himself. After memorizing the schedules and habits of more than 20 government officials, Oskar had finally chosen his prey: the carriage driver of Emperor Franz Joseph himself. The target had all of the arrogance of a man who worked within the palace, but he was still a servant who was expected to attend to his betters and thus left unattended. It was a security lapse that Oskar was all to happy to exploit.

Standing on a nearly empty street, Oskar braced himself agains tthe chilly November wind and pulled his cloak closer around himself. He was hiding in plain sight, smoking a pipe and glancing at his watch from time to time. It was nearly midnight; soon, the driver would be leaving his favorite pub, full of alcohol and information. Unbeknownst to the target, he had a visitor waiting for him across the street.

As soon as the door opened and Oskar identified the driver, he put out his pipe and began to quietly follow after the stumbling drunkard. The target lived only a few blocks away, so Oskar knew he would have to make his move soon. As they, crossed over onto the next street, the moon fainly shining off the nearby Danube river, Oskar walked up next to the man and grasped his shoulder. Pulling a knife from within his cloak, he held it up to the man's throat.

"One wrong move, I'll kill you," he said quietly but with deadly seriousness, "Do not think for a second that I will hesitate to end your wretched life."

"Wha...?!" the man spluttered, "Who the fuck are you?!" At his loud voice, Oskar pressed the blade firmly against the man's throat, drawing small drops of blood. The man groaned in pain.

"Keep quiet," he commanded, "I don't care about you, I only want to know about the Emperor. Who has he been meeting, what are his plans? Tell me enough, and I'll let you go."

And so the man talked. It took a little effort for Oskar to piece together what the man was blabbering about, with sweat pouring down his face (despite the cold night) and tears rolling from his eyes. Oskar used the man's fear to his advantage, and soon he knew quite a bit. He knew that the Emperor was frequently meeting witht he Hungarian ambassador. He knew that the French diplomat had been nearly a weekly guest at the palace. And he knew that a mysterious cloaked figure had been meeting with the Emperor in his study once a month for th epast year. Oskar's eyebrows arched when he was told about this strange figure, but he allowed the driver to keep talking. As he finally stopped, it became deathly silent,save for the occasional dog's bark and the slow hum of the Danube.

"I swear, that's all I know!" the man pleaded, "I only drive the Emperor to his meetings and handle his schedule now and then--I don't know why or who or what or--"

"That's enough," Oskar cut the man off with a sharp tone, "Thank you for your help. You've helped all of Europe tonight."

"Yeah, alright, whatever," the man nodded beginning to look pointedly down the street, "Now can I please go? I promise I'll tell you more once I learn about it."

"Very well, off you go now." Oskar released the man and he quickly stumbled away, hell-bent on getting home. He had gone maybe two feet when a sudden push from behind sent him tumbling, arms flailing, into the freezing river. As the man cried out and reached out for the riverbank, Oskar's booted foot lashed out to meet him. As the target desperately pulled himself towards safety, Oskar calmly placed his foot on the man's head and pushed down. The man gurgled for maybe 20 seconds before Oskar felt no resistance. He slowly pulled his foot back and watched as the man's heavy clothes and jewelry pulled him further into the icey depths.

"A pity," Oskar murmurred as he walked back down the street, "The bastard got my boot wet."

[The Sotoan Union]

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."

[Rob Halfordia]

Siberian Wilderness

Ambjörn approached a small cabin. He was dressed only in a fur cloak. He opened the door. An old man with a thick Russian accent welcomed him, "What brings you here?"

Ambjörn looked at him, "Just need food and rest. Do you have anything? I'd pay."

The old man looked around, "Well, I can provide shelter and rest, but no food."

Ambjörn sat down and stared into his eyes, "Really? I'd think you'd have a little bit of food. After all, there was a lot in that settlement. Did your friends take some of it?", the old man looked confused. Ambjörn continued, "They ended up not needing it I guess. I hear here is plenty of food at the bottom of the Baltic Sea.", the man reached for a gun. Ambjörn shoved his sword through the man's arm, "No, you die today, not me."

The old man looked at him, "Who are you?!"

Ambjörn continued staring into his eyes, "I am the boy who's life you destroyed. The boy who's settlement was burnt to the ground. But, your nothing but a frail old man. A man that will die.", suddenly, Ambjörn heard a loud shot. Blood came down his shoulder. Another shot, through the chest. He collapsed.

The old man stood, revealing a hidden gun on his arm and a Templar ring on his finger. The man began speaking, "I believe it's you who will die.", he brought Ambjörn out into the Siberian wilderness, leaving him for dead. The old man sent a letter to Copenhagen, entitled Ambjörn. Inside the envelope, a bloody feather.

[Seno Zhou Varada]

Cane walked away from the house. Marx still wasn't there. Cane decided a more risky but faster way mail. He climbed up to a rooftop and wrote the letter.

To Karl Marx

Meet me at the library a day from now at the library near the river London you are needed urgently.

From Cane Smith

Cane then ran and jumped from roof to roof till he got to the messenger guild. He climbed down from the roof and walked to the guild. He approached a messenger boy and said "I need this letter delivered to Karl Marx, 5 extra pieces if you deliver it discreetly". He handed the messenger 15 gold pieces including the 5 extra. The messenger took off out of the guild running presumably towards Marx's house. Cane followed the messenger from the roofs making sure it was delivered to Marx. Once Cane was sure it would be delivered correctly he went to the library and waited.

[Korouse]

Eventually the carriage arrived at a large manor.
"We have arrived Master Bismarck." the hulking man said. "The master eagerly awaits your presence."
Bismarck disembarked the carriage and travelled along the path to the manor. As he did many servants opened the doors for him, and followed him as he was escorted through the fine and lavish estate. Finally he reached a small hallway, where all but "Kitten" departed him. The hulking man then opened a door to a small room, where a frail man awaited him inside.
"Ah you've made it. I do hope there wasn't any trouble on the way here." the man said as he got up. "Please have a seat. Can I get you anything? Tea, Coffee, a game of chess? Don't hesitate to ask." Bismarck sat himself at a large chair as the man pulled a pistol from his drawer. He then callously shot "Kitten" in the head. The large man's body fell like a brick. He then quickly put his pistol back in the drawer as he looked at an astonished Bismarck. "Sorry about that. I didn't want anyone to know we were meeting."
"Now I don't know what my various subordinates have told you of our order, but I know you know about us. My name is Carlos Duvalier, and I am the Grand Master of the Templar order. Our order wants what I think you want. A strong and unified Germany. What do you think of that?"

Erich couldn't help to think "What if bismarck became a puppet" he knew if Bismarck were to be influenced by the Templars it would devastate the Assassin's grip in Northern Europe, possibly even all of Europe. This thought had only made him become more determined to at least protect Bismarck from these pigs. Erich then set up a post near the road where Bismarck's carriage entered the mansion. All he had to do now was wait. He propped up his gun on the little dirt dune he made to stabilize the gun when he fired. He knew he had to do ANYTHING to get the Templar's hands off of Bismarck.

[Ghondra]

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