.:1348--London:.
The man was obviously a noble. A flamboyant, dark green hat rested on the man's head and he wore an exquisite robe that went to his ankles. The crowds of London parted as the magnificent steed clopped across the cobblestone street. Behind the man rode two guards, dressed in full armor, wicked swords at their sides. All three looked nervous. All three scanned the roofs of nearby buildings. All three cast nearby, cloaked figures suspicious looks, the guards hands itching to draw their swords every time a peasant strode by. They were terrified.
And they should be, thought the hooded figure, watching from afar. He clung to the cross, at the top of the cathedral. His eyes narrowed as he watched the noble. He was no noble. He was a Templar. The sworn enemy...he had to die. He walked towards the edge of the cathedral...and leaped. He spread out his arms and closed his eyes. For that moment, he was flying. He opened his eyes, focusing on the fact that he was falling and he twisted his body so his back was facing the ground. Thankfully, no one saw the Assassin as he landed in a nearby haystack. He tumbled out, and brushed the stray hay off his robes. He looked around and froze. He couldn't see the noble. He swore and closed his eyes, focusing on his sixth sense, known as Eagle Vision. When he opened his eyes, he saw the world in a different light. The world was black and white, the peasants were a grey color. The only color came from three figures, riding atop horses. The two guards glowed a deep red, and the noble was a light blue. Good, he found his target yet again. He let the Eagle Vision fade out, not wanting it to get into the way of his hunt and he strode towards the noble. He hesitated as the guards kept glancing backwards suspiciously. He had to melt into the crowds. Glancing around, he spotted a group of nuns heading into the same direction. Walking towards them, he became a part of their group. Nothing out of the normal. He was invisible. Hopping from group to group, he followed his target. Finally, they came to the center of the city. A magnificent fountain rested in the middle of the street. The target dismounted his horse and strode over to the fountain, sitting down next to it, resting. His two guards stood close to him, swinging their wickedly sharp swords nervously.
The assassin glanced around. He needed a distraction...
A smile lit up his face as he spotted the perfect distraction. A group of four woman, dancing in the shadows. They wore low cut, silky, revealing clothing, and the men walking by did not hesitate to let their jaws drop, watching the woman. The assassin strode towards the woman, his hand going to his money belt.
The noble dipped his hand into the fountain and splashed water onto his face. He groaned. For days he had been running...jumping from place to place, from abandoned farmhouses to large cities. Finally, he has come to London. Here, he would be safe. He felt a guard shift anxiously and he looked up to see four woman gliding towards him. The guards seemed to melt at the sight of the woman and once the woman began their dance, the noble knew his guards were under their complete control. He watched as one of the woman led his guard away, wrapping her silky scarf around his neck and pulling him away. The second guard willingly walked away and he bowed to the woman. The noble twiddled his thumbs. There was something wrong. He stood up, ready to call out to his guards when he heard something. A splash. Someone was in the fountain. He froze. He knew it was over, he knew who was behind him. Even as he turned around, he was not surprised to see the assassin, barely a foot away from him. Even from this distance, he could not see the man's face, hidden beneath the deep cowl of his hood. He looked down to the hidden blade, barely visible through the fabric of the assassins robe. A lightning fast movement from the assassin, and the blade sunk into the nobles heart. Even as he was falling to the ground, even as his vision faded into darkness, he saw the assassin dispatch his two guards in less than a second later. The last thing he saw was the assassin turn to him slightly, then spun around a building into the shadows, disappearing from sight.
The man was obviously a noble. A flamboyant, dark green hat rested on the man's head and he wore an exquisite robe that went to his ankles. The crowds of London parted as the magnificent steed clopped across the cobblestone street. Behind the man rode two guards, dressed in full armor, wicked swords at their sides. All three looked nervous. All three scanned the roofs of nearby buildings. All three cast nearby, cloaked figures suspicious looks, the guards hands itching to draw their swords every time a peasant strode by. They were terrified.
And they should be, thought the hooded figure, watching from afar. He clung to the cross, at the top of the cathedral. His eyes narrowed as he watched the noble. He was no noble. He was a Templar. The sworn enemy...he had to die. He walked towards the edge of the cathedral...and leaped. He spread out his arms and closed his eyes. For that moment, he was flying. He opened his eyes, focusing on the fact that he was falling and he twisted his body so his back was facing the ground. Thankfully, no one saw the Assassin as he landed in a nearby haystack. He tumbled out, and brushed the stray hay off his robes. He looked around and froze. He couldn't see the noble. He swore and closed his eyes, focusing on his sixth sense, known as Eagle Vision. When he opened his eyes, he saw the world in a different light. The world was black and white, the peasants were a grey color. The only color came from three figures, riding atop horses. The two guards glowed a deep red, and the noble was a light blue. Good, he found his target yet again. He let the Eagle Vision fade out, not wanting it to get into the way of his hunt and he strode towards the noble. He hesitated as the guards kept glancing backwards suspiciously. He had to melt into the crowds. Glancing around, he spotted a group of nuns heading into the same direction. Walking towards them, he became a part of their group. Nothing out of the normal. He was invisible. Hopping from group to group, he followed his target. Finally, they came to the center of the city. A magnificent fountain rested in the middle of the street. The target dismounted his horse and strode over to the fountain, sitting down next to it, resting. His two guards stood close to him, swinging their wickedly sharp swords nervously.
The assassin glanced around. He needed a distraction...
A smile lit up his face as he spotted the perfect distraction. A group of four woman, dancing in the shadows. They wore low cut, silky, revealing clothing, and the men walking by did not hesitate to let their jaws drop, watching the woman. The assassin strode towards the woman, his hand going to his money belt.
The noble dipped his hand into the fountain and splashed water onto his face. He groaned. For days he had been running...jumping from place to place, from abandoned farmhouses to large cities. Finally, he has come to London. Here, he would be safe. He felt a guard shift anxiously and he looked up to see four woman gliding towards him. The guards seemed to melt at the sight of the woman and once the woman began their dance, the noble knew his guards were under their complete control. He watched as one of the woman led his guard away, wrapping her silky scarf around his neck and pulling him away. The second guard willingly walked away and he bowed to the woman. The noble twiddled his thumbs. There was something wrong. He stood up, ready to call out to his guards when he heard something. A splash. Someone was in the fountain. He froze. He knew it was over, he knew who was behind him. Even as he turned around, he was not surprised to see the assassin, barely a foot away from him. Even from this distance, he could not see the man's face, hidden beneath the deep cowl of his hood. He looked down to the hidden blade, barely visible through the fabric of the assassins robe. A lightning fast movement from the assassin, and the blade sunk into the nobles heart. Even as he was falling to the ground, even as his vision faded into darkness, he saw the assassin dispatch his two guards in less than a second later. The last thing he saw was the assassin turn to him slightly, then spun around a building into the shadows, disappearing from sight.
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The Assassin Brotherhood is an order that has forever fought against the Templars, from Prehistoric times all the way to the modern day. While the Templar fight for a world that they control, a world they will force to become perfect, the Assassins fight for a flawed world, but a world where people are independent, and have the power to control their own lives. The Assassins to not focus on strength and power, but stealth and agility, choosing to leap from roof to roof, rather than stay stuck on the ground. They have an ability, known as Eagle Vision, to let them sense the heat waves of their victims, making it far more easier to find them in a crowd. The assassins live by three tenets, rules that guide their lives.
1~ Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent.
2~ Hide in plain sight, be one with the crowd.
3~ Never compromise the Brotherhood.
Despite the fact that they fight for the people, they are generally feared by the populace. An assassin races by, the civilians will cower in fear, and beg for mercy. The Templars do not openly kill, Assassins do. And thus, it has made its mark on society. But for an assassin, it is worth it. They will take the solitude, the fear, in order to create a world that is not run in fear, but in individuality, and freedom.
The Knights of the Templar are not what they seem. When we think of the Templars, most of us see the knights in shining armor, charging on magnificent steeds towards the Arabs, their swords drawn, ready to cleanse the evil in the name of God. This happened, yes. But their heroic deems are nothing but a mask for the evil that rests inside. They are a militia, an order that is set on wiping out all faults, all crime from the world, even if they have to use brute force. Even if the innocents die. Even if they have to betray one another. Their sworn enemies: The assassins, an order that believes that mankind should have the ability to choose, even if it creates a flawed world. But the Templars do not want flaws. They want perfection, tranquility. However, perfection and the elimination of the Assassins is not the only thing they seek. They seek the Pieces of Eden, powerful relics and artifacts, created by supreme beings. These artifacts hold the power to bend the will of a man to another. The Templar seek to use these artifacts on the people to truly create a perfect world that they control. The Templar focus on strength and endurance, and have the ability of Templar Vision, an ability similar to that of Eagle Vision.
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Rules
1~ Semi-Literature. This means no less than five lines, I am going to be extremely strict on this!
2~ If you are going to join, please stay with the roleplay.
3~ You can create your own form.
4~ No god modding.
5~ This rp is going to take place in medieval times, in England.
1~ Semi-Literature. This means no less than five lines, I am going to be extremely strict on this!
2~ If you are going to join, please stay with the roleplay.
3~ You can create your own form.
4~ No god modding.
5~ This rp is going to take place in medieval times, in England.
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