Greyhood99

If anyone could describe the situation as hell freezing over, they'd be accurate. However, the situation was even worse than hell, for the ground shook and shuddered. The Arctic winds, bearing down on the two combatants, each part of their own Order and Brotherhood. One had already fell, head face deep in the slush and snow, his bloodied hat next to his fallen blade. Templar Grandmaster Haytham Kenway of the Colonial Brotherhood had fallen, at the mercy of his soon to be executioner: his best nightmare and rival. Achilles Davenport, Master Assassin and mentor of the Colonial Assassins, prepared to finish the job. His ebony hand held the seism

So, I'm Shay's new butler hired by Haytham himself. He tells me Gist isn't as good as an assistant as I am. I had experience working for Haytham, but he wanted me to help Shay in his recent hunt against the assassins. Shay is skeptical on having a butler, he's used to doing things himself. "I can get it," he insists. He constantly gets up to get something, but I rush and get before he can even tell me what it is. He's not used to having his bed already made, or having breakfast ready when he just gets up, eating it in bed. "It seems you might make a fine wife," he teases me. I blush with my little gay blatino cheeks, "I am to serve sir." The

For thousands of years, faction vs faction have been pitted in a brutal and most traumatic gang war. Assassins and Templars. Individual Freedom, versus Individual Purpose. Absolute Anarchy versus strong central government and Order. Tenants and a Creed, versus stability. Nothing is True. Everything is permitted. Stay thy blade from the flesh of the innocent. Hide in plain sight. Never Compromise the Assassin's Brotherhood. The Words of the Assassin's Creed. To uphold the principles of the Order, and for all that which they stand. And to do so, until death. The simple words of the Templar Order. Belief system, versus Belief system. Who would

I fail to sleep tonight. It's not just the mission tomorrow that keeps me up, it's the empty bed next to me. I first met Shay Cormac in Dublin, he was Irish, just like me. His parents were absent from his life, he needed guidance, I served most of my life as his true guardian. Shay was always quick to run into danger, just like his fights in tavern pubs in our childhood neighborhood, eventually the cost of his recklessness caught up to him. He was beyond furious upon returning from his mission in Libson. News had struck of a terrible earthquake killing thousands, and many more injured. According to Shay, the precursor artifact he was tasked