The sun was rising over the Capitol of the Confederate States of America, Richmond, Virginia and from one of the many rooftops stood a single man. This man came here on behalf of the Assassin Brotherhood as the new Western Mentor to unite the few remaining members of his order against their common enemy the Templars. A secret group that has waged its war against the Assassins for many years intent on controlling the Human race. Now here in the United States a country torn apart and driven to wage a war on its self both the Templars and Assassins are fighting with a side. The Assassins believeing what the Union stands for and sees them as the hope of freedom from the chains of slavery. The Templars who see the Confederte states weak seek to help them win the war and manipulate them to control America's future. The man in Richmond stood there watching the sun rise thinking a new dawn was coming, his name was Daniel Reyes and he was a Assassin
I... Am... Jack Loring... Fear me." Jack said while facing a Templar. "Well stupid... you gonna do anything, or are you just gonna stand there rambl-" A man was saying as Jack shot him. "Moron. One down, so many Templars to go." He said as he holstered his gun and ran out of the alleyway and climbed up the buildings to run towards a hideout.
Fear me... If you dare.
The punk is back. The Daft Punk.
Reyes heard the gunshot and saw the young man (jack) running across the rooftops and thought 'that must be my contact'. Sighing Reyes jumped down and intercepted him before he got to far a way. "Interesting way to dispose of the man I'm sure the whole city heard you..Brother" Reyes said to show where his aligence laid.
"The man was a Templar. I wanted to send a message to them. Not only that but he was a criminal accused of murder. He was going to get the death penalty anyways. Now then you are right that the whole city probably heard it. We should get somewhere safe instead of standing on this roof top like an idiots." He said as he looked around. "You lead the way towards the safe house. I'm new here." He said while seeing some guards climbing the walls. "We should go." He said as he ran off towards a bell tower.
Fear me... If you dare.
The punk is back. The Daft Punk.
Date:August 17th
Location: Richmond, Virginia
Time:7:18am (Sunrise)
....The Saloon seems to be the only active place twenty four seven. A few cowboys are passed out drunk at the bar. Three outsiders are around a circular table dressed almost like bandits but not hiding their faces. They are drinking and laughing while playing cards and eying the candy they can not have. A can can girl is on stage dancing to music as the lights sway lightly from the candle chandeliers.
....A long haired redhead sits at the edge of the bar in a green and black laced can can saloon outfit. She yawns stretching clearly waking up and preparing for work as she smiles to the cook. When a plate of eggs and toast were placed down in front of her Kaylin's eyes lit up. "Thank you.....can you place it on my tab?" The cook laughed as he leaned speaking, "Don't worry about it just keep bringing in the customers and doing the morning and early evening shifts...just stop being so curious about the outsiders alright Miss Whitaker." Kaylin nodded smiling as she placed the tip of her fork into the eggs and closing her eyes a moment for a brief moment of relief.
*BANG BANG!!!!!*
Everyone around came to a halt, the small amount of men now in the saloon including the can can girl and pianoist on shift rush to the windows and Saloon doors. Kaylin's eyes open wide as she drops her fork and turns knocking the bar stool down, "Keith keep here..." She rushes to the crowd trying to look over the shoulders of the men seeing someone rushing out of an ally. Keith rushes over with his apron as he snaps, "Kaylin you know how your father is now don't you..." Before another word was said she pushed her way through the doors and down to the ally.
Kaylin's heart was racing as she stumbled a bit seeing someone motionless in the allyway with a mix of gun smoke and blood smell lingering. "SOMEONE CALL THE DOC WE HAVE A MAN DOWN!" She turned seeing the still fresh dust from the fleeing man as she made a dash in her heels trying to track him down stopping near the school and starting to look around at the situation. Her eyes fix on slight movement on the roofs as she shouts up, "Hey STOP!"
((guessing the Bell tower is the church since those are usually the bells in the old western towns))
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"I'm Richard the Lionheart. Pleased to meet you. No, wait a minute, I'm
Charlemagne. No, I'm Saint John the Baptist!" - Chaucer from A Knight's Tale
MH3: Name: Kaylin Wii U Hunter #: 13TRPR
Color Speech code: [color=#ff33cc]Hot Pink
George Whitaker sat comfortably in the large armchair taking out his antique pocket watch and looking at the time as he waited. A dark skinned man wearing butler's clothing walked into the room and said "Master Whitaker, Mr Anderson is here to see you. "
"Send him in" he replied dismissively waving the slave away as he placed the watch back into his inner jacket pocket. Joseph Reid Anderson was a Templar agent who Whitaker had placed in charge of the Tredegar iron works - a company he owned in the nearby city of Richmond.
As the man walked in he greeted him "Ah Joseph! Glad you could come at such short notice. It would seem there have been some developments."
The man sat opposite him and greeted him "Anytime Mr Whitaker, anytime at all." And with that the pair started discussing the recent political events, obviously focusing on the escalating conflict between the Union and the newly formed confederacy. Mainly George needed to know that the ironworks would be running at full capacity - as he had agreed a contract with the confederate forces to provide high-quality munitions and artillery pieces. He also planned to expand and invest in rail networks, meaning he'd want rail stock and steam locomotives. It would be a very profitable enterprise for them both if things went to plan.
"So it is concluded" said George "I will provide you with some of my more skilled slaves for the foundry work. I will attempt to locate the assassins that have come to Richmond. Perhaps whilst I am in town I shall visit my daughter."
The men then set about gathering the documents they would need and George issued several orders to him men, instructing them to gather and prepare the labours for transport to the foundry. Once everything was settled both men mounted up and started the two hour ride into town.
As the sun rose, a young woman sat on top of a large building in Richmond Virginia. She had her tomahawk resting by her side, while her hood covered the top of her face. Her legs crossed each other while her hands sat in her lap. She looked at her boots, that fitted her slim legs perfectly. She looked down at the ground below, at the citizens below her feet. She kept silent, making sure she wasn't even there. This young women's name... Was Abigail Collenway.
Abigail turned her head to face a few templars walking around Richmond. She picked up her tomahawk, and stood up, peering at the templars from above. Abigail ran the opposite direction, and climbed down form the building. She had a plan to take down those templar's. But it would take a while. She silently followed the templar's, her tomahawk in her hand. She pulled out her pistol form her boot, and aimed it at one of the templars. She aimed it, and....
*BANG*
Abigail ran up to the other templar and swung her tomahawk at the other templar. 3 seconds later, Abigail ran off, and climbed up onto a building. "The whole town has heard that, I wish i hadn't used it..." Abigail muttered, running on top of the roof. She stopped and slipped the pistol into her boot, and continued running. Abigail stopped, and sat behind a brick chimney.
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"Crap." Jack said as he made a run for it across the rooftops. He jumped over a gap between two buildings and jumped into an abandoned house. he looked around jumped back out and blended in with a crowd as he passed some police. He walked into another alleyway and climbed up and started running towards an bell tower in the distance. He saw a girl hiding behind an chimney and decided she must be a criminal or an assassin. Then he thought "What's the difference?" He chuckled lightly to himself. "Hello sister. Are you on the run as well?" He said signifying that he was an assassin as well.
Fear me... If you dare.
The punk is back. The Daft Punk.
Abigail nodded. "My usual kill... The 2 men were templars." She said, her tomahawk gripped tightly in her hand. "Don't be mistaken my brother, For I am an assassin..." Abigail added. She got up, and looked at the man form under her hood. "I killed one with a pistol, and another with my tomahawk..." Abby said. "I hate using guns though, they make too much noise, start a riot."
It was dark by the time Josiah "Preacher" Jones came strolling into town on his horse. He had been invited to stay with the Reverend in Richmond for the duration of his stay, being as the Reverend was a former Assassin back in his prime. Something was happening in this city, and every assassin seemed to know it. The question remained, what was it that was happening? Why all of a sudden had the Templar been active; and why in Richmond? Josiah was looking for answers, and he figured this'd be the best place to find them.
As he passed the saloon he noticed three men with dark clothing and cigarettes lit, sitting outside. They were glaring at him. His instincts told him they were Templars. He nodded as he continued to go on by, but they weren't as polite.
When Josiah reached the Church the Reverend was already waiting on the steps with a lantern. "Welcome to Richmond Josiah. I've been hearing gunshots and all sorts of hustle and bustle. It seems our Brother's have been mighty busy tonight."
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