NOTHING IS TRUE. EVERYTHING IS PERMITTED.

NOTHING IS TRUE. EVERYTHING IS PERMITTED.

Lara Croft reading notes from someone who died from traps or monsters in the tomb she’s currently raiding: rip to that guy but I’m different

philippa eilhart + idle

Josephine art trade

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“I have been in Acre a week now, safe and in high spirits, but prepared for the worst. The men and women who have fed me and sheltered me here, also give me warning that the road to Masyaf is overrun by mercenaries and bandits not native of this land. What this could mean, I dread to guess. When I first set out from Roma ten months ago, I did so with a single purpose: to discover what our father did not. In a letter written the year before my birth, he makes mention of a library hidden beneath the stones of Masyaf casle. A sanctum full of invaluable wisdom. So what will I find when I arrive there? Who will greet me? A host of eager Templars, as I fear most strongly? Or nothing but the whistling of a cold and lonely wind? Masyaf has not been home to the Assassins for almost 300 year now. Can we still claim it for our own? Are we welcome there? I am weary of his fight. Not because I am tired, but because our struggle seems to move in one direction only… towards Caos. Today I have more questions than answers. This is why I have to come so far: to find clarity… to find the wisdom left behind by the great Altaïr, so that I may better understand the purpose of our fighting, and my place in it.”

“I rather thought I would wake up dead. Or not wake up at all, as the case may be. But I see you haven’t killed me yet.”

A stylized card for Zevran because… yes.