Introduction
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the Assassins were a branch of the Ismaili sect of Shia Islam. The founder of the Assassins was a Nizari Ismaili missionary called Hasan-i Sabbah, who infiltrated the castle at Alamut with his followers, and bloodlessly ousted the resident king of Daylam in 1090.
From this mountaintop fortress, Sabbah and his faithful followers established a network of strongholds and challenged the ruling Seljuk Turks, Sunni Muslims who controlled Persia at the time.
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Fast forward to a more recent time, and the assassin order is all jumbled and messed up. The assassins are spread thin and are loosing their numbers quickly. The 17th century is gory and horrifying, and the threat of the government is overwhelming. The worst place to be right now, America... but that just happens to be where the assassin's have decided to rebuild.
America is a new land, and settlers are constantly coming to build a new life, but natives aren't very happy with this. Nations fight over the land, and natives are stuck trying to defend the land they have spent generations on.
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Assassin Ranks:
Leader - gives out orders - Taken
Mentor - the most skilled - Taken
Teachers - assassin trainers - Taken
Assassins - finished training - Open Always
Newbies - those staring training - Three Spots Open
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Jason looked to the reinforced wall where he used to train as a teen. His teacher had purposely built the wall up so he could fight with it for as long as he needed. His teacher told him that a real assassin could break the wall with a single punch, but now looking at it, it was impossible to do such a thing. The wall was almost two feet thick and to simply punch it would never break it. That thought frustrated him slightly. He was such a fool, and still is.
No one had arrived at the base yet. Jason had done a sweep of the entire place. Knowing that, he began to do what he used to... punch the wall. It was just as he remembered. Painful. But this time, he was bigger and stronger, so every punch, shook the wall, if only slightly. His knuckle bled slightly, but that was nothing to him. He just punched the wall, as if he were trying to prove to someone that he could break the wall. The emotional investment into simple things was always a weakness of his.
"I remember this," Alyona frowned. "I could never break it," she finally spoke up, intrigued by his emotional desire to break the wall. Just for the heck of it, she crossed the threshold and faced the wall. She placed her hand where she was about to punch, closed her eyes, breathed in, strengthen her core muscles, tightened her arm, pulled back, then pushed her arm forward. She felt the impact of her fist hitting the wall, jolting her. She wasn't as strong as most, but she had trained for years. She heard the faintest cracking of the wall in front of her, and she opened her eyes. The were no noticeable cracks in the wall, looking completely unharmed. She looked at her knuckles. They were scraped up, and a little bloody. The pain almost didn't register in her head. "Hmph," she simply said.
"Does anyone know how I got over here? I was using the sewers! Where am I even?" It had been easy enough for her to punch through her side of the wall, though. Reinforced walls rarely work well both ways, and this one had been holding up to having been punched again and again and dirt for years. She had felt the weakness left from their punches, though she didn't know this to be the cause, and had struck firmly where they had done her job.
"...Oh, Dios Mio, have I gotten myself lost again? Madre de Jesu..."
Her accent and gratuitous swearing easily placed her as a Spaniard, but her skin, at least, that which they could see, looked like she had been born elsewhere, the islands to the south, maybe.
"Damn it," he hissed, after all at this rate he'd only kill himself trying to get there by nightfall. So he crawled up against the tree, that had caused his fall and decided to wait it out until dark. With that he'd be able to move normally, it was simply a matter of waiting until then. If his years as an assassin had taught him anything, it was patience. He had no fear of anything sneaking up on him, after all he was focusing on his ears at the moment since they were already overly sensitive. Now that they were his primary means of interacting with the rest of the world, their efficiency increased.
As he spoke, he pulled down his hood. Standing there, he noticed he was much taller than the girls... but that was common for him. Jason was very tall. He looked over at the hole in the wall, then to the other entrance to the room. He wondered where the master was. He should have been here first. Jason walked out of the room and left the two girls alone as if he were going to do something, but he was just curious if anyone else was here.
When the veteran Janissary arrived he rode around the base to find a stable for his mount when he saw three people instead. He thought of how he would look to these possibly Christian assassins? The thawb, the bΓΆrk on his head, and the mask did not help him blend into any crowd. He rode up to the stables, tyed his horse, and carried his things inside, The rifle was very akward to carry by himself bing that it was almost twice his size. He walked into the entance to see it a bit dusty and dark. He took out an invention of small rough sticks and stricked it against a wall to light on fire, then he lite a candle stick on the wall. From there he went on to lighting all the candle sticks by passing the flame of the original along. Placing it back on it's holder he called out "Allah Allah. This blace needs some work done on it. Is anybody here besides me?" Kahj wondered if he was the first to arrive. Reguardless he sat down and held his rifle in front of him. All he needed to do now was wait.
"Hello? Is there anyone here?" she asked tentatively as she looked around.
"priyatno vas videtΚΉ" Alyona said, nodding to Jason. Which meant 'good to see you' in russian, a greeting she didn't offer to many people, with the expection of people she hasn't seen in a long time, hence the reason she offered it to him. Alyona was well worn out from her long journey. She had let her horse go free ten miles back, as it was tired and slowing her down. She had traversed the rest of the way on foot. That plus her now raw knuckle made her want to 'Sadis', V Nogakh Pravdy Nyet' "When will the rest be arriving," Alyona said, her speech clouded with a thick Russian accent. She hoped there would be enough time to rest. As if as an afterthought, she pulled the bow from her back, easing the tension from her shoulder blades, and set it on a table. She adjusted her quiver on her back, and wrestled her concealed knives into a more comfortable position before picking up her bow again.
Camina walked into the area they were in, shaking the dirt out of her hair. Upon her reveal, she was much smaller than you'd expect, only about 5'2". She was small, but her muscles were well defined from her younger days when she would spend her days swimming for oysters, climbing trees for fruit, and hunting down deer with a knife, having never been able to properly shoot an arrow for the life of her. As she walked, a slight breeze moved her clothes a bit, revealing a rapier, finely jeweled and looking sharp enough to cut a man down before he knew what had happened. She took a few more steps forward, and bowed formally, introducing herself with a completely serious tone.
"Camina de Knowles, Teacher of many, student to all." The sudden change from her lighter personality earlier was a little jarring, almost like changing gears without the clutch.
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The massive build, the way his black cloak floated around his feet as though he were a ghost, the burnished, angular, terrifying armour. The tight grip around the razor-edged, uneven sword, and the large falcon that rested on his wrist, its wickedly hooked beak shaped as though it were smirking, its eyes searching everything in the room for threat or food. The figure's incredible height, towering over even Jason.
There was only one individual in the Order who could command such immediate attention.
"I see that you've returned to your old training room," Maximilian said; his deep voice held a slight accent to it, and sounded almost poetic; not quite booming, but rather smooth, speaking of years of calm experience. He glanced around, observing the various people within the room. "Ah, interesting. I did not expect for us to have some many people in here. Tell me, what are you all doing here? Do you not have better things to do?"
From there he took great pains to slowly make his way around the property, carefully taking note of what his eyes and ears told him. One horse, stable large enough for about seven. No lights were on in the mansion, anyone there would be used to seeing in this level of darkness. The buildings were well situated, the stables or anything else provide a gaping blind spot. To be expected from assassins, the closest thing to a weak spot, the chimney and even it was too small to fit a person through. Taking that into account,he'd have to either find a hidden entrance or take a roundabout trip through the building. Using the miniscule blind spots the evening gave for him, he slipped up to the house, ducking under a window for a quick breather. Slowly taking out one of his metal stakes, he carefully pried and window open, and began to slip in. A rug that was just barely out of place showed him a crucial detail before he stepped down, the floor was rigged.
He'd heard in some of the distant lands in the east, floors had been rigged to squeak when stepped on. While he'd never seen the floor himself, these seemed to match the description. Even worse, he had no way to journey along the walls to avoid tripping the floor...at least not without an equally loud method of stabbing into the wall. He searched the window sill with the stake he'd drawn, no less than three traps adorned the sill and there was no ledge to grab onto from the inside. Put simply,if there were a job he'd just been utterly defeated.
"Well done my brothers," while to him the tone had appeared a yell, in truth it was no louder than normal talking. He dismounted the window as quickly as possible to avoid any traps he'd failed to notice. Sure enough the floor trilled its squeaking alarm, any real assassin would hear him by now, but he took no rush in re-closing the window and walking around in hopes of finding his fellows. His eyes had found none waiting on the first two floors, nor did his ears, anyone up here would have to be holding their breath. That meant a hidden basement must be accessible somewhere, logic dictated searching the first level, floor trilling with every step.
The hand that landed on Jin's shoulder would have been broken in three places had Jin not been aware of who it was. He was able to hold back the reflex.
"We're here Mr. Rou," he said quietly. It was early in the voyage that Jin had told everyone that he was not deaf and in fact his hearing was very sensitive. That was why he told people that he couldn't stay up top due to the crashing waves. They allowed it feeling pity for a blind man. It was more the fact that he was afraid of falling in the water. He couldn't swim after.
Jin gathered his large bag and was led out of the cabin and up the stairs. He had allowed them to think him quite handicapped.
"Thank you very much," Jin said to the crew as he bowed to all of them showing his gratitude. He could hear the water underneath his feet as he walked across the plank to the dock. His body tensed and he made it across. He took out a walking stick and tapped the ground showing people he was blind. His ears on the other hand 'saw' the water under the dock as well as the dock itself. All the sound from the crashing waves showed Jin the place he would be practicing his trade.
His feet hit soil as his ears started to take in the area around him. Jin walked over to a place that smelled like bread. He would have to get directions to the base where he would be meeting others like himself.
Alyona was just putting her arrow back on her back when a figure appeared in the doorway. She was about to send a knife towards his chest, but then she recognized him as her focus sharpened. "Master Maximilian," she said, with a courteous bow. Alyona wondered how long it had been. Was it just yesterday he had been teaching her how to send someone to the ground dead before they could blink? It was very nice to be seeing Miximilian and jason again after so long. She had spent the past four years as a spy off in a foreign island to gain both trust and knowledge of their corrupt political leader. Then when it seemed most surprising, she killed him. Now why wouldn't she kill him outright? because he was an assassin like herself. It was complicated, and she really didn't want to get into details, but long story short, she hadn't seen anyone from their group of assassins in forever.
"Ah, interesting. I did not expect for us to have some many people in here. Tell me, what are you all doing here? Do you not have better things to do?" she heard maximilian say. "Relieving old times. But I was also wondering the same thing. Could I not refresh myself from the long journey?" Alyona replied, her russian accent distorting the words she uttered.
Jason wrinkled his nose slightly before talking to the man, saying, "State your business." Jason didn't want to let the guy off the hook so easily. Jason whipped out his bow and arrow and aimed it firmly at the man. Maybe the man would recognize him as one of the mentors... they were pretty well known around the brotherhood for their skills. Jason wished he could be good at his job without being held up like some sort of hero or secret weapon, but what could he do but go along with it? Jason turned his thoughts to the man and gave him a harsh stare as he waited for an answer from him.
Lance asked the question to get a feel of the man, but made no effort to remove the metal stake from his hand. "My business? Simply finding out if this is the right location, and should I be wrong...eliminating evidence of my passing." He bent the ring finger on his left hand down, a symbol of the days of old where the Brotherhood removed the digit as a mark of fealty. He drew no attention to the act, but for one of the Order, his action would be clear as day.
There were a few traps but Khaj dogged them easily enough. His vision and hearing were not affected by the leprosy, at least not yet. He eventually came across two men having a conversation. He approached them without worry because he spotted the Brotherhood symbol on one's axe, that and because he had his pistol pointing at the man with the bow. "I may have come here at a wrong time but I was told I could find haven here. This place is quite different from Instanbul after all." He nugged his barrel slightly but still kept it aimed at the man. The way he made his guns made them accurate and they would hit no matter what at point blank. "Now I suggest we boot this tension behind us for it is obvious that none of us will make the first move. I am Khaj Amir and I came hear to teach. Now how about you two? I would like to know whether or not I am pointing my gun at my supperior." He finished with his little joke.
Believed he had found the base. He had gotten directions and he simply listened for the stream that was supposed to be near by. He knew he was going the right way when he sensed he was being followed. It was not a sense, he could clearly hear the distinction. Someone was being very quiet and unless this person was a thief which didn't seem likely because he only followed him a certain distance until two more people were following him from the trees. He slowly made his way in the same direction until several individuals leaped all around him.
"Why are you here?" asked a man directly in front of him.
"I am here for an important meeting" answer Jin
"Wha-" Jin drew his left whip out and slashed the ground in front of him. "I do apologize but I will not stand here when the time to meet has most likely passed. I am Jin Rou from China and if you keep me from this meeting then so be it."
Jin Rou started walking and then stopped. "Which direction is the Assassin's base?" he asked feeling quite embarrassed.
Following the scouts outside he made his way to the base and walked inside letting his hollowed walking stick create vibrations as he made his way down a long corridor.
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As he arrived the locatiom he saw a large building. He paid his driver and walked tha last bit to the buidling in the distance. When he arrived he saw two figures, but couldn't see any details. As he got closer he saw that they were two men. One looked like an italian and the other asian. Standing near them he said, " Good day. My name is William Jackson and I recieved a letter telling me to go here. Do you know who I am supposed to talk to?" As he finished the sentence William looked at his hands and saw that they were trembling which meant only one thing. He was soon going into the first stages of withdrawal and that was something he had to prevent.
While he'd also noticed the wall, he refused to comment on it. But with the two girls covered in powder from it, and the man upstairs also holding the smell of the stuff too; a fight could very well have occurred. A hawk on the huge man's shoulder brought up a name that even a colony bum like him could recognize, Maximilian Thermidor, Head of the Brotherhood. This meant that everyone here was probably his senior in the Order and had much more combat experience than himself...granted Lance should be on about level footing with everyone else in flat killing experience. Both of the women had the muscle indicating they were speed fighters, not overly surprising. After all a woman couldn't really expect to rely on strength when fighting a man, The Spaniard had a rapier resting a bit too comfortably on her hip...a fencer?Didn't think those were of much use for actual killing. The thought flickered across his mind, but the pale woman irked him,she seemed fast but there was nothing overly obvious. This meant that she was a hidden weapon user or a hand-to-hand fighter...probably both and his experience taught him they were particularly vicious at counters. Of everyone here, it'd seem her fighting style was most similar to his.
The man she had her daggers drawn to looked like a tracker, at first. But then she looked closely. He had a lot of knives, some throwing, and she thought she recognized two Janbiya knives. If she looked closely, she could barely make out the Brotherhood symbol. She didn't recognize the man, but she eased her tension, lowering her blades, but not putting them away. If he happened to be a fraud (though it was unlikely) she would be able to kill him in seconds. The other man did not have knives, but she caught a glimpse of a gun. His fingertips were stained with gun powder. At the time, not many people used guns. Too expensive, too much time to load, to much much work. But it appeared as if this man was a bit of an expert on guns. Still, either from not many weapons exposed or the lack of a symbol, she could not find any proof that he was part of the Brotherhood.
Now, Alyona had grown up, and practically taught to trust no one. Even those you trust could be turned against you. She wasn't one to make rash decisions. Though it seemed impractical that anyone outside the Brotherhood could have gotten into the base, she wasn't one to take chances. Taking chances led to immediate death. Therefore, it seemed practical to put her daggers away and take up her bow, knocking an arrow before the man could blink. A cold look set in her eyes, and she keep a concentrated firm grip on the bow, ready to let her fingers slip, releasing the arrow at a moments notice. An idea came to her. If he was part of the brotherhood, he would know her. Most people did, being a Mentor and all.
"What is business of being here?" She asked, her voice steady, even calm. "If you can state my name, then forgive me of being untrustworthy."
(sorry, disregard Lance being there. I would edit, but not sure how too edit it so it makes sense. So I repeat, disregard Lance being there.)
Still showing her the tattoo he spoke. "I come from Istanbul, from the Brotherhood section there. My name is Khaj Amir. I am to be teacher here. Do you know where I can boot my things? Berhabs a big room where I can store the weapons in?" He asked the woman. He had no idea where anything was but he was sure this one might.
(sorry for short post. Sort of just waiting for everyone to 'show up'
Jin stared at the man revealing his blindness to him trying to get him off guard. Jin didn't particularly like projectile weapons. They were very hard to deal with, nearly impossible if he didn't have time to react. He could hear where the bow was pointed and made a note to shift his center to give the man a smaller target.
"Now if you would please lower the weapon before things happen that can not be undone." he stepped forward as he turned his body so that the man would have to go for either his head left leg or left arm. Preparations were ready. It was just depending on the man before Jin.
After spending ten seconds reloading the gun, Khaj began to wonder around. His left hand was on his pistol handle again for it was almost through habit. He walked down to the basement for a few minutes. When he got down he noticed several assassins there, none of which had even a crossbow on their person. "Why is it that all of you brefer old age weaponry?" He inquired.
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"Death comes in many shapes."
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Hiding from me is useless. You might as well be standing in the open
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"This world we live in is a constant game, a match for supremacy, a duel for power. Even this order, my order, is part of this game. And I am the one who makes the rules of this game. Understood?"
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"I am no hero. Nor should I be praised as one. A hero saves everyone, and I have not."
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Face me like man, woman!
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Maximillian Thermidor, Lord Assassin
"This world we live in is a constant game, a match for supremacy, a duel for power. Even this order, my order, is part of this game. And I am the one who makes the rules of this game. Understood?"
Jason Marks
"I am no hero. Nor should I be praised as one. A hero saves everyone, and I have not."
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Face me like man, woman!
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Hiding from me is useless. You might as well be standing in the open
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"Death comes in many shapes."
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"This world we live in is a constant game, a match for supremacy, a duel for power. Even this order, my order, is part of this game. And I am the one who makes the rules of this game. Understood?"
William Jackson
"Death comes in many shapes."
Camina de Knowles
Face me like man, woman!
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Hiding from me is useless. You might as well be standing in the open
Jason Marks
"I am no hero. Nor should I be praised as one. A hero saves everyone, and I have not."
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about it's heritage i was thinking at a mongol or a korean and for a weapon,a crossbow.
anyway what rules/conditions i must accomplish so that my character sheet will be accepted?
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To thundergod: idk. I guess. It does make sense. Maybe I'm just overreacting. I just find it unreasonable that it made a hole in the wall. Maybe, it would make a crack, and some like bits of rubble would spurt out the other side, signaling Jason and Alyona of your arrival. Maybe I just don't like the fact that two mentors got for-lack-of-a-better-term "shown up" by another assassin.
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What I understood from the wall scene was that Alyona and Jason were punching at the wall and Camina broke it from the other side... which I have to admit, is not totally realistic. A wall is a wall. This wall in particular has been completely reinforced... So let us move on. The past is the past, big deal. The leader has just arrived. Let us continued from there.
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@MiraMija: Sure! I can definitely imagine that Maximilian would have been grooming his successor from quite early on, and indeed, in the early days of the American branch of the Order, would have doubled as a mentor. He's not quite as good as the current mentors, but he's still one of the organisation's top badasses. As mentioned in his profile, his black cloak and armour has become iconic, and synonymous with death (which is actually usually a disadvantage, as it limits his stealth ability by some margin).
Oh, that reminds me - I can see a plot arc at some stage which is effectively all a ruse by Maximilian to determine his successor.