➳ Assassin's Creed III Roleplay.

[MoonOfTheKelpies]

I smiled when the grey horse I rode before showed up. I was lucky the call worked. Calming the horse down, I re tied Haytham, and threw him on the horse, before mounting myself. Clicking my tongue, the horse trotted, and I was leading it to a dear place of mine. A large abandoned wood house in the middle of the frontier. " You know, if you just left your silly arse in London, you might just live."

[koi97]

Altair groaned. Artemis started to help her. "Come on!" She heard him, but it sounded like a whisper. She fainted from a loss of blood. Artemis huffed Altair went, so he had to.start carrying her. He grounded his teeth as he trailed after Connor.

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Achelles whipped around just in time to cry out as he was stabbed. Andres jumped at the sound, bolting into the office to see Charels standing over the old man.

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Alsoomse heard the order to fall back. She quickly turned, scaling the wall she had been backed up against. She limped away from the camp, hiding in leaves while the redcoats investigated. She held her wounds and her breath, watching through the small holes fearfully. When they finally started back, Alsoomse rose and began walking back to the Homestead. Leaves were in her hair and the redcoat's uniform was slashed and revealed that she was actually an Assassin. Her hat was long since abandoned as she walked, more of stumbling. Blood was all over her, whether it be hers or another's. Her tomahawk was held loosely in the hand not covering the worst of her many abrasions. She looked like she had begun to cry as well, rivers cutting through the dirt on her face. Perhaps it was the pain finally grabbing hold of her now that she was alone.

[MoonOfTheKelpies]

I found the woodhouse and entered it, dragging Haytham behind. " Oh, logs, how convenient." I said. Before trying him to a log, I took off his hidden blade, and anything else to make sure he didn't escape and set them in a corner. I tied him up on a sturdy log, and sat there, twirling a large knife on my finger. "Don't give me that sorry look, it weared off years ago when you almost got me killed." I told him in a harsh tone.

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Haytham:
I growled something as my limbs went limp, and I couldn't feel anything except guilt. I knew it had been a mistake to go to the fort so close to the Homestead. At least Charles has done his job, or so I hoped.

Charles:
I grinned menacingly and raised the bloody knife once more to take the old man's life. After that, I ran towards the new arrival and shoved him out of the way. I started for the front door.

Connor:
"Lyle is not home." Sky coughed, a bead of blood dripping out the corner of her mouth. I held her hand and squeezed, feeling the most guilt ever. "You cannot die on me, Sky. We need you." I whispered, saddening. "You will do fine without me. Long... live... the Brotherhood." she managed. Her eyelids fluttered for a moment before closing. Her head dropped to the side, and she was gone.

Sky:
I knew I was going to die, but when I died, I would go down fighting.

[koi97]

"Connor! Altair! She fainted!" Artemis called. He was trying to stop the bleeding. He was trembling was fear. Altair just lay there, her chest barely moving. "Her side! It was clawed open!" He added.

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Connor:
I carried Sky back to the Homestead, her arm fell limply to the side. We lost a great Assassin today. I set her on the flat rock outside the manor and folded her hands over her chest. I bolted back to a horse and took it back to the fort. I leaped off once inside to find everyone still engaged in battle. I ran up some wooden steps to Artemis and Altair. I asked harshly, "What happened?"

[pappuppy]

{{Where's Charles? In the manor? Btw this is Mira/Love

[MoonOfTheKelpies]

I stared at him with a venomous glare, and asked, " No retorts, no comebacks? Hmmm, something must've happened then." I kept twirling my knife, til it dropped, and I caught it by the handle. Holding the knife near his neck, I said in a sly voice, " Lets talk about you. I remember the native you loved, Ziio, right? Well, a little bird named Conner told me that you killed her. And here I was thinking that you might've had a heart." I said as I was drawing lines on his neck, not to draw blood, but to make him feel the edge.