Assassins Creed: The New Age

[Bandit]

Helvian gasped and gulped for air as he flung his arm over on the rooftop, hoisting himself up as his fellow assassin chuckled, staring down on the city of paris, gawking at the amount of people crowding around a public execution "hey...I've heard stories yeah?...dont you think it gets a little old? the same set up? a public execution?" Helvian gasped as he stood up, his brown, armored robes blending in with the roof they were on

The young man squinted, scratched at the scruffy facial hair on his chin, and started looking around, using his natural gift, eagle vision, to find the target "oh...I guess that mixes some things up...hes in the crowd" Helvian muttered to himself and crouched down over the ledge of the roof, colleague crouched down next to him

 

[Assallya]

She called herself Tryst. Her real name was unimportant. She was a pickpocket, a whore and most importantly a Templar agent. She moved along the edges of the crowd, bare feet slipping across the cobblestone as she watched the people. She was looking for those moving against the current, against the ebb and the flow of people. Those would be people with a different purpose than satisfying their bloodlust or their need for spectacle. It was also likely they would be assassins and the reward for taking out an assassin was rather substantive.

Playing with her long blonde tresses she pretended to be interested in the proceedings, continuously on the lookout. Meanwhile, she daydreamed about being a proper lady, about being wealthy beyond her wildest dreams. The Templars could make that happen.

 

[Bandit]

Helvian spotted something out of place before going back to the target. he comes back from his enhanced senses and looks for a route to street level "hmm...straight down...pile of flowers...doesn't seem too bad eh-" he was cut off by his partner running and jumping off the roof, landing on two guards. "reckless" Helvian muttered and stood up and pulled up his handkerchief that covered his nose and mouth, helvian had always taking a liking to old Assassin stories and was always intrigued with some of the older one's attire. Shaking his head and leaning over the edge he eyed the pile, stepping back.

Before he knew it the soft flowers covered him from head toe. He climbed out and looked around, seeing a charming young lady weaving through the crowd 'cover?' he thought to himself, walking over to her with a smile under his mask

 

[Assallya]

Tryst didn't have the luxury of Eagle sight and had her blue eyes entirely focused on the crowd, seeking out some sign of Assassin activity. Always her attention drifted back to who she assumed would be a likely Assassin target, looking for those that might be cutting through the crowd to get to him. For a moment she rested one bare foot on a wooden crate and then resisted the urge to climb atop it for a better view. After all, that would make her stick out unduly amongst the crowd.

She was beginning to think the Assassins were not going to make an attempt.

Behind her, she had no idea that two of the Parisian guards had been leapt upon and attacked. The crowd, screaming for blood, created a din in the square that was almost palpable.

 

[Bandit]

Helvian walked into the crowd, hood up and mask on so no one could see his face. He slowly crept up on the woman, zig zagging through the crowd to hopefully stay hidden.

The colleague was busy desperately fending off other guards as Helvian crept up on Tryst, seeing a slight glow to her, but quickly got distracted by a guard grabbing him and throwing him to the ground "watch it!" he shouted as he spun back onto his feet, readying his fists and hidden blades. The crowded backed away from the two, very quickly other guards joined the single on that helvian could take down easily.

 

[Assallya]

Spinning about Tryst was taken completely by surprise, her skirts swirling around her legs. There was two ruffians, not just one, scuffling with the guards. They were assassins- weren't they? They certainly looked the role but she'd assumed an assassin would have gotten much closer without arousing alarm or suspicion.

A thousand ideas hurled through Tryst's mind. At the very least she could watch until the guards tired out the pair of assassins and used up whatever tricks they might have. She also considered helping the assassins, getting into their good graces and stabbing them in the back, or maybe just learning where their lair might be so that she could simply report back to the Templars and not even have to fight anyone!

Then she remembered she was supposed to be a simple Parisian whore and shouldn't be quite so calm about all this. She squealed inarticulately, drawing people's attention.

"Que est ce que tu fait!" she screamed, scooping up a rock and hurling it towards a guard, missing by quite a bit entirely on purpose, "What are you doing? What has this man done? He has done nothing! Vive la France! Vive la liberty!"

 

[Bandit]

The guard whips his head around to the screaming woman "this man killed many of our guar-" he was cut off by his own yelp as Helvian used his blade to stab the guard in the throat, then going back to the many more surrounding him.

He ducked and dodged, trying to figure a way out off this predicament hes in. He got flung around, punched, jabbed, kicked, scraped by the blades "agh...mmf...ah!" he grunts, finally fighting back

He kicks at a guards knee, breaking his leg and grabbing the guards collar, pullibg him forth as the other guards go in to stab him, but end up stabbing their fellow guard. He pushes the now dead guard towards the others and leaps towards another, pinning him to the ground and stabbing his throat with his hidden blade, pushing another guard away from him and standing up.

Another guard, armed with a polearm, swipes at Helvian. He raises his arm and stops the pole from hitting his head, quickly disarming the guard and hitting different parts of the guard: head, legs, stomach, chest, back, throat, and then finally stabbing the guard. He pushed the pole deeper and stabbed the guard behind him. He looked at the bodies and started to search them for money and other things, looking to see if any more guards were coming.

 

[Assallya]

Tryst was impressed with the man's martial skills but none of that mattered once he bent over and started patting down the guards he'd just felled. With a smirk the blonde whore reached for one of the blades hidden in her skirts. A blade brought down at the base of his skull and she'd be able to collect the reward from the Templar movement.

She paused, long nimble fingers poised, and then relaxed. The Assassin's friend was nearby. If she failed to kill the man before her instantly the two would certainly finish her.

Instead she fell to her knees, platinum hair rolling down over her shoulders, and began searching the fallen guardsmen as well. She was street raff after all, a worthless guttersnipe that wouldn't be missed.

"The boots," she advised, pulling a pair from one of the fallen guards' feet, "They are worth much. The boots, sword and belt."

 

[Bandit]

He shook his head, only looking for smalls things like coins or supplies like cherry bombs and smoke bombs.

Helvian stoop up and looked at the other, still dealing with guards. The young man started to sprint towards the other assassin, jumping off an unexpecting guard, onto a brute of a man, stabbing his throat.

The other assassin grunted and groaned as the two took blows from poles, cuts from swords, and punches from guards. The templars and radicals were no match for the two.

Helvian and his partner walked away, blending in with the crowd as they keep around their target

 

[Assallya]

Tryst had rather been hoping to strike up a conversation, to befriend the Assassin and his ally. Imagine what secrets she could have stolen had one of them taken a liking to her. The fact that the pair had simply turned from her without comment was a bit disappointing.

Of course, that rash display of fighting and vanquishing several guards didn't go entirely unnoticed. The guards were alerted. More importantly, the target they had hoped to go after was in fear of his life. The general fracas, had turned about all the crowd to watch and they had gasped in shock and horror at the savage brutality. The target was already shoving and making his way though the crowd, screaming for the city guard at the top of his voice.

Tryst still wasn't sure how to proceed. She might still be able to kill one or both of the Assassins but she couldn't stand up to the two of them alone. At best she could hold them off until more guards arrived to aid her. No, her best bet was to disable one. She didn't have to kill one of them, just slow one of them down enough where he'd be unable to follow their target. That way the pair would split up and she could go after the remaining Assassin. It was a decent plan. Best part of it was that the one pursuing the target would be constantly imperiled by guards trying to kill him, slowing him down so she could catch up.

Quietly slipping after the two on her bare feet she carefully slipped out a dagger, hiding behind her forearm and behind the pair of boots she had just purloined. It would be, she hoped, difficult for them to notice should one of the Assassins turn around. With luck, a quick jab to a kidney or a lung, while not immediately fatal, would discourage a foot chase.

 

[Bandit]

Helvian started in a dead sprint after the Templar, pushing and shoving others out of his way as the other dealt with the crowd, being much more cautious now.

Helvian tripped and fell, rolling back onto his feet just in time to see the templar get on a horse and ride off. He swung his fists around and walked back to the other assassin, extremely angry "we would have gotten it if you weren't so damn reckless" he shouted and swung at the other

Moments of punching, blocking, evading, and fighting, the other assassin came out on top. Helvian slowly rose to his feet, seeing that the other was quite worn down, so he caught his breath quick and cocked his arm back, swung, and knocked the other assassin to the ground.

He looked around, seeing the whore and picked the other up and on his shoulders, then walked off and around the corner, having a mix of hopes to not get tailed and get tailed by the whore

 

[Assallya]

"Mon dieu," she cursed softly, "Quel cul."

That was a bit disappointing. She had rather hoped the Assassin's would have at least given a little bit of chase. The Templar agent would have provided for a great distraction. At least this also worked in her favour. The assassin wouldn't be able to get away from her carrying his companion and carrying someone over your shoulder was rather conspicuous. It would likely draw the attention of local guards.

Since the Assassin was going to have to reduce his speed she didn't have to run. Walking through the crowd she surreptitiously slipped a woman's shawl from her and placed it around her own head, trying to conceal her brilliant platinum blonde tresses. She followed that with a scarf which she wound between her arms and wrapped around her lower back, which she used to conceal the dagger held against the inside of her forearm. She then fell into step with several others, blending with the motion of the crowd before following around the corner.

She was going to have to keep her eyes open for a place to hide an unconscious person. That's what she'd do the first moment she could. Hide her ally and then either try to lose the pursuer and circle back or use the unconscious person as some sort of bait.

 

[Bandit]

Helvian knew the unconscious assassin had as home other than the brotherhood quarters. He look around to make sure no one was following him, taking turns into allyways, houses, crowds, and streets.

"liam ... putain de bêtise" he mutters, looking around again, this time using his eagle vision for any suspicious people, seeing a few groups of red near houses and shops, some blue groups, police Helvian never really liked.

He turned back around and walked around Liam's house and in the back door through a small garden. Liam was flung into his bed, Helvian took a moment to catch his breath "this....really sucks" he panted, standing back up straight and turning around

 

[Assallya]

She crouched atop the clay tiles, toes clenching the edge of the roof as she peered downwards. Her green The assassin had just entered the home beneath her with his companion. Tucking a loose lock of long blonde hair back behind her ear, she waited, long dagger spinning in her hand as she considered. Tryst had to decide. It was a difficult choice. She could go for the easy mark, wait for the Assassin to leave his friend and then capture the unconscious man. A living assassin was probably all the more valuable than a dead one and the reward would likely be extensive. Alternatively, she could kill the conscious one when he emerged.

She would have to be precise, have to make her first attack count. He was a formidable fighter but she had a distinct advantage. She could afford to be arrested. He could not. She braced, leg muscles tensing. He would be emerging any moment now. Without realizing it she'd committed to the act.

 

[Bandit]

Helvian sat down in a chair at his friend's desk on the other side of the room. He relaxed and let out a deep breath, putting down his hood and pulling down his mask "painfully stupid, Liam" he muttered and rubbed his eyes.

Helvian stood up after a few minutes of relaxation, seeing not much had changed. He walked over to the windows and closed them, locking them too, then the door. "we had better be safe...." Liam muttered, waking up from the KO his friend given him. "We should be, I have a few suspicions about some people I saw in the crowd" Helvian said, thinking of a few beggars and stall owners

 

[Assallya]

Tryst waited... and then she waited some more. She flexed her muscles, keeping them limber but still nothing. She did not understand. Why would they just remain inside the dump? She was torn between calling the guard and entering herself, fearing that they might have some sort of bolthole or secret tunnel or something. She considered her options, dwelt upon them. Finally she came to a decision. When forced with a choice, always choose the option that wasn't in the cards.

Taking a moment she shimmied over into an adjacent apartment and plundered kindling, flint and steel. If the assassins were still in there she'd flush them out. If they weren't- well... she'd burn down an empty building and make a lot of people homeless. That wasn't her problem though.

 

[Bandit]

Helvian looked around with his eagle vision, not able to see far though, but just far enough to see a red figure along the roof tops, doing something with her hands and arms.

He hummed to himself quietly as he started walking to the door, opening it and pulling his hood up, shouting at the woman "hey! knock that off!" he shouted as he started running at a building, leaping up and grabbing a pipe, then flinging himself towards a balcony which startled a few townspeople that were on it, then jumped towards a nook in the wall, climbing up onto the roof

As soon as he was on the roof and jumped at the woman, landing on her and pinning her to the ground, bringing his hand back and bringing out his hidden blade