➳ Assassin's Creed III Roleplay.

[koi97]

Altair jumped down into an ally. She walked away and down a few streets untill she was heading back to the manor. She stifled a sigh and looked around.

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((Mhm. And I can't really post much in responce to one sentance.))

Andres froze and stiffened, dread seeping into him. "The patriots?" He confirmed, looking ahead at the road blankly as he tried to reason with himself. He was probably reassigned. He was to strong and skilled to be killed. But every word he tiled himself seemsd like a lie.

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Connor:
I stared at him all serious, "Yes. They were confronting me when I did nothing. Attacking me when I'm innocent. Is that not a good enough reason to fight back?" I say, then look forward. My horse skidded to a complete stop. It reared, letting out a terrible sound. I frowned and tried to calm it, then saw the problem. A giant black bear was standing a little way off the dirt path.

[House Stark]

In depth recap? As in, time of day, week day or weekend, weather, specific locations of characters (ex. a tavern in Boston, the docks of New York, Davenport homestead, Diamond plains... Etc.) it may seem overly detailed, but I need this information to attempt at smoothly adding Diarmuid into this.

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((Around noon on a weekend, connor and Andres are both on the road to New York. It's sunny and nice, summer. ))

Andres cringed back at the sight and got out a pistol, weary. "Connor... I can't fight a bear..." He whispered, hand shaking. He could lil men. He could fight for the assassins, but this terrified him. From the huge head, to the sharp teeth and claws he was scared of the thing. It didnt matter that he had connor right next to him, he had the bear naught but twentyl yards infront of him.

[House Stark]

.: Diarmuid Conall O'Rouke :.
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● Templar ● Alone ● Riding his Horse ●

It was a misty day. Fog thickened about him, all he could see were the blurred figures of men circling him like scraggly wolves closing in on a magnificent stag. He readied his sword, the sound of fine metal sliding across the leather sheathe was surely audible, for those who circled him flexed their wrists, readying those odd knives carried on a man's wrist; the assassin's signature weapon. One leaped at him, he stabbed the man through the chest with little expression. There was a silence from the others, that must have been a well respected man that laid at his feet. It became too quiet, then the cries of hundred men shook perfectly loud. They all were on him at once, his throat meeting their blade. The fog, the woods, everything disappeared within an instant. He was standing in his dinning room, looming over the table. He had been sleep walking again. He sighed, returning to his sleeping quarters to dress. He then grabbed some dried meat he hung out the day before. The house was dark and utterly silent. Just as he liked it. Today, he'd make way for New York, for his boots were growing tattered and torn. He saddled up his chestnut steed and made his way to the city.

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{{Still need that recap? They're actually heading to Boston. :3}}
Connor:
I muttered, "I've got it." Then I pulled my feet out of my sturrups and onto the saddle. I crouched there, removing my tomahawk from my belt. I leaped from the horse onto the bear's furry back.
Bad idea.
The thing reared up, roaring profusely. I was tossed from its back, landing on the ground. The air was knocked out of my lungs and I coughed a few times. I tried to stand up but the bear was already pinning me down. It raorwd in my face, and snapped its jaws dangerously close to my face. In each hand, I grabbed its jaws, holding it away from me. My white stallion stomped its feet and whinnied. The bear turned its head to the horse, and I took this opportunity to stab it with my Hidden Blade. It groaned once before thumping to the ground. I stumbled to my feet, and looked at Andres. I nodded curtly and mounted my horse.

[House Stark]

.: Diarmuid Conall O'Rouke :.
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● Templar ● With two Assassins ● Riding his horse to Boston ●

He heard the clopping of horses hooves and the powerful bellows of a bear, then silence. He readied his musket and rode to the commotion like a solider to war. The first thing he saw was a lump of brown fur, laid next to two men on horseback. Quite impressive, he heard no gunshot, but they had killed a bear. He slowed his chestnut stallion to a stop, the horse impatiently hoofed the ground and shook his head. He then noticed their hoods, assassins. He wasn't wearing anything that would notify them he was a templar, this was a perfect opportunity to get in on some dirt to tell the others. "You lads alright?" he asked casually.

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Andres watched in awe, riding up to meet him "that was amazing Connor!" He said, shocked. "We didnt have bears back in Spain. I panicked and I did t know what to do.." The assassin said, voice dropping. "I could have had us both killed. Your right. I'm no more than a novice." He spat, angry with himself for panicking. Before he could continue he head a voice call out. He turned around on his horse to see who it was. "Fine fine." He called as he hopped down, unsheathing his hidden blade and detaching it before getting to work skinning the bear.

[House Stark]

.: Diarmuid Conall O'Rouke :.
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● Templar ● With two Assassins ● Riding his horse to Boston ●

He eyed his movements with the blade. So, it could be taken out. The hidden blade is the assassin's primary weapon. If he were able to take the blade out and slit his attacker's wrist quick enough and throw it away from, that'd give him a large advantage. This young man was flighty, aware and skittish of his surroundings; not much of a threat to them, besides pointing them out at night. The man who killed the bear must have been the native. He must be the famed Connor Kenway, who, oddly, shared Haytham's last name. It was said that Connor killed him. Could they be father and son? Relatives in some way? He shook off the thought. "Quite a large one. How'd you manage to take one down without a gun or hound to distract it?"