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The Eagles beak The sun shone proudly over the bleached towers of Jerusalem. Commoners crouded the streets, satisfying the vendors by at least looking interested in their wares.The Eagles beak by ~Koymi-Uchiha
A monk sat in a bar, although people were confused about why a man of the cloth was in a place such as that.
Truth was, this man was far from innocent. Oh he was far from that alright, he was merciless. His name? Altair Ibn Alhad, and he was an assassin.
Altair sneered over his cup as girls swooned over him for the tenth time in the last, oh twenty minutes.
what is wrong with them, He thought to himself.
Surely they saw his robes. He groaned as he realized how much this was go
Price of Piece Masyaf September 1192 CEPrice of Piece by ~altair-creed
One year, Malik thought. One year of change, turmoil, fear, sadness. He sighed heavily, scratching his shoulder where an arm should have been. One year and more since he’d lost his arm, a part of himself that he still missed dearly, no matter that he’d forgiven the man whose actions had caused the loss. The year since the tragic events at Solomon’s Temple and here in the very bedrock of the Assassins themselves had not been one of quiet after the storm. Far from it. The new Master was rash, arrogant – rubbed even the irascible Altair the wrong way. He’d sent Malik like some lackey to search
Altair: Disguise Chapter 5Altair: Disguise by ~altair-creed
Tripoli December 1189
Altair laid the body out in disgust, out of sheer habit. What he really wanted to do was to slam the man against the wall and read him an ultimatum. He’d done that. The problem now was that the man was dead, blood colouring the gut of his dirty blue tunic. He was dead but had not told the Assassin much. That could because he was a low ranking recruit to the cause, not privy to the councils of the true leaders. But whoever had received orders to set him on the amir would most likely know one if not two of the conspirators. If that is, this was a conspiracy and not a one-man plan. Such a concerted attack
Sta.sh
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My name is Altair. My nature is the silence of death. My thought is as the wind. My tool is the Blade of the Assassins. I am there and gone like a flash of lightning across a stormy sky. No man is a match for me. I am the agent of change.