

Altair: Eagle and HoundThe archer squinted into the driving rain, trying to aim but cursed when he saw nothing. Where in hell were ? He KNEW his men had chased that white robed Assassin into a corner of the square between two dilapidated houses: a warehouse long in disuse and an inn whose clientele were unsavoury to say the least. God, how could they have lost him?Altair: Eagle and Hound
Rain. That was the problem. Rain and thunder all day long. Unrelenting as Gods punishment. He cursed more, an uninterrupted stream of oaths muttered. His lord back in his quarters in Aleppo had sent them to kill this impudent wretch whod dared to kill his uncle, the previous


Altair: Eagle's Soul3Chapter 3 On the road to Baghdad Summer 1188 CEAltair: Eagle's Soul3
Having seen everything he needed to see, Altair crawled back from the edge of the cliff and, once sure no one would see him, stood up and headed back down the slope, loosening the sabre in its sheath. Twenty Templars, he counted mentally, picking his way carefully down to the horses and the little camp theyd made in the hollow under the cliff. Twenty very careless Templars. Their camp had no organization whatsoever. Easy prey for him: apparently theyd forgotten that he was the Shadow of Death hanging over them, the white-clad ghost that could blend in with any Temp


Niente e reale. Tutto e lecitoVenezia 1486 CENiente e reale. Tutto e lecito
La Repubblica Serenissima di Venezia glowed in the night. The many thousands of bright paper lanterns and fireworks discharged into the air lit up the dark skies, obscuring the starts. The streets were bright as day and just as busy with colour and laughter. People danced and drank, sang and caroused. The city breathed like a fiery dragon, calling all to witness the glory of Venezia in the spring the rich Queen of the Adriatic whose merchants sailed far and wide to feed her, whose women were known for their beauty throughout all of Europe. The lush, the decandent, the wealthy those were the images th
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"Do not fear me.
For I am a Assassin.
We do not kill the innocent.
And you, my friend..
..are just a innocent bystander."
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My name is Altair. My nature is the silence of death. My thought is as the wind. My tool is the Blade of the Assassins. I am there and gone like a flash of lightning across a stormy sky. No man is a match for me. I am the agent of change.
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My name is Altair. My nature is the silence of death. My thought is as the wind. My tool is the Blade of the Assassins. I am there and gone like a flash of lightning across a stormy sky. No man is a match for me. I am the agent of change.
I appologize for the delay
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~Master Assassin ALTAÏR~
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My name is Altair. My nature is the silence of death. My thought is as the wind. My tool is the Blade of the Assassins. I am there and gone like a flash of lightning across a stormy sky. No man is a match for me. I am the agent of change.
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If the bait is obvious..... don't take it!
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My name is Altair. My nature is the silence of death. My thought is as the wind. My tool is the Blade of the Assassins. I am there and gone like a flash of lightning across a stormy sky. No man is a match for me. I am the agent of change.
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