Assassin's Creed: The Crusades (private only.)

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Dalia helped Gavri out by looking in the shadows.

[House Stark]

I just came back from a fancy karaoke party dressed as a cute Altair *eee * and a sleep over... What happened? I was last on page 42 and I am confuzeled.

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Haytham shook his head. "Altair, I know that when something happens that people believe they should be left alone. I don't think that. I believe that the people should help the one in need or is troubled. I'm here for you, just as you were for me." Second by second Haytham was thinking more about Iona. Where was she? Was she well? What was she doing? He tried to push back those thoughts and be think of ways to help his friend.

[House Stark]

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Iona had gotten herself trapped in her rackety household. Hunger gripped her stomach like the devil's hold on an unfortunate soul and pain pulsed through her arm constantly, it was surely infected. The mutt turned out to have only fractured his bones, and slowly found his way to Iona. She had fed the innocent creature all the bread she had left as she slowly sipped on the cleanest water she was able to collect, which wasnt the crisp, clear water that one would want to drink. Her soft gown that was on her the day the Templars came was still on, and nowhere near as fresh as the days before this one.

She was immobilized by the pain in her stomach, she would collapse no matter how tight she held on to something, nor how determined she was to walk; her arm didn't make this any easier. Everything hurt her so dearly only before, but now she had gotten bitterly used to the torture, she had been awake for a whole week now, eating nothing for at least nine days and hadn't cleaned her wound at all, since she revived it. Iona was a very bright and clever young woman, but uneducated in self-healing with a gash like so.



{On me iPhone, grammar problems are to be blamed on technology... I know this might be a bit off as far as time goes, but I had to have somesort of a dramatic comeback. Two days without roleplaying at all feels like eternity.}

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Altair looked at Haytham and narrowed his eyes. "come talk to me when you've got stripped from a rank you've worked hard for as well as got fellow assassins killed." he said harshly.

[Alucardigan]

Kader sat silently, hearing Altair and Haytham's conversation without really meaning to. He watched them, wanting to say something but not sure of what to say.

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Haytham glared at Altair. "Yah, life is so harsh . You know what, everyone makes a few mistakes. Instead of sulking you should try to learn from them. so stop being a baby and do something about your little problem. Idiot " he snapped at Altiar. He stood up and started to walk away. "When your done being a moron and a child then come find me." He went off to find Iona and jumped on his horse.

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Altair got up, glared at Haytham, and stormed out of the area.

[House Stark]

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She was going to starve to death if she didn't find the strength to get up and move. This was the most pain she had ever endured, but she wasnt the type to let hunger and a horribly infected wound defeat her.

Shakily, she rose from the ground, fumbling over before she reached her feet. She fell upon her arm, with a stiff grunt, she pushed herself up with her left arm, and eventually was walking. Her pace was slow and weak, and she was required to use both her arms to find objects she could push herself past.

Before long, she was out of her crowded lean-to, which happened to be located on a rarely-crossed path. She had no money, and would have to scavenge for fruit, but that meant climbing. Town was too far away, if she had passed out on the way, no one would find her; atleast the dog was nearby and would bark if he spied her fall, maybe then one would find her.

Her gaze fell upon an apple tree, none if it's gifts were ripe, nor did any hang within her reach. She would have to climb and take from the top. She knew it was insane to attempt such a thing when she could barely stand, but it was the quickest choice she had. She made her way to the trunk, and knew right well she would have to use her right arm to lift herself up. It would be painful, yes, but better than starving. The pain made her want to shout and scream, but her mouth was kept shut. She reached the desired place, where the trunk was split into three thick branches, her legs only slightly trembling, but she wasn't concerned about that now. Her gaze was fixed on the branches above her, her violet eyes searching for the easiest way to take enough to fill her endless hunger. She wasn't looking for a long time solution, shed figure that out once she could walk confidently.




Again. iPhone. It doesn't flow as nicely as I would want it to, but I'm too lazy to change it now.

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Dalia walked with Gavri, looking for Iona