Altair Ibn La Ahad - Tumblr Posts
Desmond: So again what does "take out" mean?
Aveline: Food
Ezio: Dating
Connor: Murder
Altaïr: It can be all three if you're bold enough
Altaïr: You’ve nowhere to run now. Share your secrets with me.
Talal: My part is played. The Brotherhood is not so weak that my death will stop its work.
Altaïr: What Brotherhood?
Talal: Al Mualim is not the only one with designs upon the Holy Land. And that’s all you’ll have from me.
Altaïr: Then we are finished. Beg forgiveness from your God.
Talal: He’s long abandoned us. Long abandoned the men and women I took into my arms.
Altaïr: What do you mean?
Talal: Beggars, whores, addicts, lepers. Do they strike you as proper slaves? Unfit for even the most menial tasks? No. I took them not to sell, but to save! And yet you’d kill us all, for no other reason than it was asked of you.
Altaïr: No, you profit from the war, from lives lost and broken.
Talal: Yes, you would think that, ignorant as you are. Wall off your mind, eh? They say it’s what your kind do best. Do you see the irony in all this? No, not yet it seems. But you will.
Altaïr: Be at peace.
Tamir: You’ll pay for this. You and all your kind.
Altaïr: It seems you’re the one who pays now, my friend. You’ll not profit from suffering any longer.
Tamir: You think me some petty death-dealer, suckling at the breast of war!? A strange target, don’t you think? Why me, when so many others do the same?
Altaïr: You believe yourself different, then?
Tamir: Oh but I am, for I serve a far nobler cause than mere profit. Just like my brothers.
Altaïr: Brothers?
Tamir: Ah, but he thinks I act alone. I am but a piece, a man with a part to play. You’ll come to know the others soon enough…they won’t take kindly to what you’ve done!
Altaïr: Good. I look forward to ending their lives as well!
Tamir: Such pride. It will destroy you, child.
WARNING: BODILY INJURY AND BLOOD. Don’t watch if those are uncomfortable for you!!
Sorry the requests are being done so slow, I’m crunching down on school stuff rn, but I was able to finish this animatic project in class!
I’m super happy with how this turned out, and it’s one of my favorite scenes in ac to boot!
Ac1 has such good writing honest to god
Did you know that Altair slaps the enemy? I had to do…
i did this in 2 minutes and it felt like a marathon im sweating
ignore my awful cropping ability its fine
I just wanted to make something silly idk
They’re all dorm mates :)
On that stealing shit for life
Altaïr: "Today I nearly got my cover blown by beggar woman, who kept asking me for money"
Ezio: "So what? Why didn't you give her few bucks to send her off?"
Altaïr: "From where? Mesyaf Brotherhood doesn't pay us and we are not allowed to steal money from innocents"
Ezio:
Assassin's Creed scenarios. How you met.
Altaïr Ib'n La-Ahad.
You were running. Running as fast as you could, working as a double spy for the Assassins and Templars was a terrible job, and you knew it. After the Templars knew you work for the Assassins, they sended the whole troupe to find you, killing you because you were a traitor.
Because of you focusing to the Templars, showing their swords, spears, and their battle equipments, you tumbled, rolling iver to the front. Thinking that this might be your end. But Thank God, a man in white came forward, killing them.
You've seen him before, you saw him doing the leap of faith when the Templars came over to take over the castle.After all of the Templars were dead, he gave you a helping hand. As you got up from your feet to thank your saviour, he dissapeared, as if he was a ghost.
Thinking you were delusional, you just went of on your own. While said man in White was watching you from the Roofs, before dissapearing in the wind.
Ezio Auditore da Firenze.
Carnevale. A festival filled with music, food, masked people dancing to their hearts content. Fattening themselves with wine and food. Your Father brought you because of his 'business'- more like dragging you so you can find a court. Or a boyfriend. Mainly leaving you to talk to his colleauges, all alone, every time a man came to ask you to dance with him, you politely turned them off.
Prefering to be at home instead wearing a stuffy dress.Thinking that a walk would fix your loneliness, thinking that nothing'll happen. What happens next ? A group of drunkards came, eyeing you up and down as if they had seen the most precious gem in the world.
" 'Ello there poppet." The leader said, walking towards you. And those exact those manage to make your blood run cold, you ran, finding a way to escape. Left, right, middle fork, right, right,...You lost count on how many twists and turns you did. Hopping to loose them.Alas; you ran to a dead end.
You closed your eyes. Praying to God up there would listen to your prayers. Waiting for the blow to come. And when you opened your eyes, you saw all of the drunk men, falling one by one as if they were bricks.There, stood your saviour, a man in white. Wearing a peaked hood, his golden eyes shining in the moonlight.
He went up to you and gave you a tender kiss on your knuckles.
"Are you hurt, signorina ?" He asked, voice laced with worry and concern. You just nodded, not even a scratch was layed upon you.
"I am fine. Thank you." You said, smilling at his hooded figure. Before you could talk more, your father ran, hugging you.
"(Y/n), what happened ?! Who dares to do this to my daughter ?!- Who saved you ?" Your father asked.
"Oh, it was him- Huh ? Where did he go ?" You said, pointing towards the direction of the hooded man, he was gone. Like a Ghost.
"Bah, it does not matter. As long you are safe. I am content. Maybe I should arrange a marriage instead, huh ?" He rambled on and on, walking out.You turned to the same spot the man had dissapear, uttering a small 'Thank you' before you walked away.
Well, you may not have fun, didn't found a boyfriend, but it seems you had quite the interesting night.
Connor Kenway/ Ratonhnhaké:ton.
After nearly being mauled and eaten by bears and wolfs multiple times, you finaly had seek refuge in an abandoned village, deciding to camp for the night. After making a fire, you started to cook. Praying that it won't atract the same bear or wolfs. After a while, you hear some bushes rustling, sensing someone is in the area. Grabbing your bow and arrow, ready to fight.
"Who's there ?" You said, prepared to face anything. A pack of wolfs ? Bring it on, Bear ? Sure, why not. Redcoats?...er...maybe not.
Instead, it was just a man. Very tall, native you thought. Injured above his shoulders. Collapsing infront of you. Not knowing what to do, you just dragged him (because of his height. Making you small and helpless) to your sleeping bag, patched up his wound, and stared at the bonfire till you fall asleep.
The next morning, you found the man had gone, leaving nothing but an eagle feather in his stead and the soft winter wind behind.
Jacob Ethan Frye.
(c/n) : Country name
The Foggy atmosphere of London town washed over you after stepping out of the train. Smelling the smoky scent in the air. Being an Assassin from (c/n) really is tiresome. You were requested by the Assassin Henry Green, saying that you'll be working with two people named : The Frye twins.Though you've never met them, you heard rumors of them being really skilled. Especially hijacking cargo, Assassinating high ranked Templars such like Lucy Thorne, you also heard that they even made a group called 'The Rooks'.
After walking for quite some time, someone bumped into you."Ah, a thousand apologies." The man said politely, before walking away. You noticed that he was holding a wallet. A wallet exactly like yours.. After rummagging through your bag, finding out that your wallet was missing, you chased after the thief with lightning speed.
"Hey, Wait !" You yelled, chassing him down an alley. Before you could do anything, you were surrounded by men in red. Blighters.
"Guess I'll just kick you arses then." (Y/n) sighed, preparing to fight. After a few Blighters tumbling down, she didn't saw one sneaking up behind her. As the Blighter took out a dagger, ready to kill her, a man killed him. As (Y/n) saw a glimps of him, the mysterious man tipped up the top of his hat, as if giving her a salute and walked out of the alleyway.
"What the fuck just happened ?" (Y/n) mumbled to herself as she continued to chase down the one who stole her wallet.
Arno Victor Dorian.
(I'm making this an AU, He 'dissapeared' when he was a child after his dad died. He knew his Assassin bloodline. So basicaly, he had an ultimate comeback and saved his childhood friend, (Y/n). Èlise and Arno are NOT childhood friends in this one)
Ah, yes. Paris, also known as the city of love. Sadly, its condition has been in a..liberative state these days. Being born into noble, or your friend Èlise call it : The lucky ones. Sometimes, you don't feel lucky at all. You missed your childhood friend Arno, since he dissapeared years ago.The same concept like your parents.
Thousands had died in the wrath of Madame Guillotine, as so your parents did too a few months ago. And you remembered it like it was yesterday...
"Mom ! Dad ! Let them Go you Bastards !" a (h/c) woman can be heard, screaming and kicking. It happened in the dead of the night, where they were sleeping. Turns out, your parents had been stealing the people's money and using them. Making you involved to be Guillotined immediately.
Crying, seeing your parents' dead bodies, you could do nothing but cry. Just at the exact moment before you were guillotined, a blue hooded man slashed of the head of the guard who is carrying you, saving you, while he gave you a key to your shackles.
"This should open them. Now, let's go." He said, picking you up in bridal style and ran, a few guards chassing after you. After a few minutes of running, he puts you down in a mansion, the one that seems very familliar to you, the Dorian mansion.
"This should be a safe place to hide. Like to chat, but I need to go." He says, kissing your hand and walks away.
"Wait-" You said, making his steps falter.
"Thank you." You muttered, making him smile lightly under the hood.
"It's nothing." The hooded man said as he walks away, dissapearing. But why does he seem..famillar ?
Edward James Kenway.
(S/n) = Ship name
(Y/n) (L/n). Famous of being a pirate Captain of (S/n). With her looks, skill, and of course, being a pirate. A hefty sum of a Bounty was placed on her head. Because of that, the crew started to celebrate.
"Cheers for captain (Y/n) for having a new bounty !" One of the crew yelled.
"Next time, we should aim higher, maybe fight against El Impoluto !" Another joked. Hearing that, you just chuckled and laughed, sipping your drink. Being a pirate wasn't so bad after all. When you were a child, you live in an orphanage. Sadly, that same orphanage was burnt down to the ground by pirates. Because of that, you swear to hate pirates. But yet here you are, being one of the most nuttorious pirates in History.
After that said party lasted till night, and the crew went to bed. You stayed up awake on top of the mast. Enjoying the salty scent of the ocean. But then, you saw a ship. Thinking that it was just a merchants ship, you ignored it. After a few couple of times, you glanced back at the same ship. Turns out, it was El Impoluto. Panicked, you woke the whole crew up, preparing for battle.
"Look alive, lads ! Man the canons! Get ready, El Impoluto twelve o' clock !" You yelled. Hopping that your ship would survive her attack.-Time skip-After a while of fighting, turns out, half of your crew got killed, the others were injured. You on the other hand, were on the verge of death. (S/n) is destroyed to pieces, you wished just a clean and quick death at least.
Hopping for this to be over, you closed your eyes, embracing the darkness. But what you see before darkness consumes you, is a shadow of a man. And those words are enough to make you calmed down.
"Don't worry, lass. You'll be alright."
Shay Patrick Cormac.
(C/n) : Country Name.
You were the Templar Grandmaster of the (C/n) Rite. Famous in the both Templars and Assassins. The Templars highly respect you, the Assassins fear you. One day, you were invited to a meeting by the Grandmaster Haytham. You heard of him, said his father was the Pirate Assassin Edward Kenway.
After landing at the port, you were greeted by your escort. A man your age, his hair is tied into a pony tail, with a scar on his eyebrow, completing his already perfect looks. To be honest, his irish accent added the perfect zest to it.
"Are you my escort ?" You asked with curiosity, making him smirk and take a bow.
"Aye, it's me." He said, extending his elbow.
"Care for a walk ?" He asked.With no hesitation, you hooked your arm around him,
"Indeed I do."After sometime walking, you finally had reached the headquarters, Haytham, an old friend of yours, was standing with his usual hand-clasps-behind-his-back pose.
"(Y/n)." Haytham started, kissing your knuckles. You just laughed at this.
"Thank you for escorting me, Mr." When (Y/n) turned around, the man that escorted her was gone.
"Where did he go ?" You asked, curiosity filling you.
"Don't worry, he'll be back in a week or two." Haytham shrugged as he leads you inside.
Desmond Miles.
(f/d) : Favorite Drink.An Assassin. That's what you were. And you were tasked to find a man named Desmond Miles, you never knew what he looked like, since you didn't hear the lecture. Saying that he contains the genetic memories of great Assassins such as Ezio Auditore, Altaïr Ib'n La-Ahad, Connor Kenway, and Edward Kenway.
Though you didn't believe it, you just think that is full of bullshit.Since Desmond can be anywhere, you were tasked to find him in New York city, finding a bar where you usually go to during freshamn years, the Bad Weather. There, you see the usual Bartender, John (A/n: Idk what Desmond's fake name is (never mentioned), so I'll use John.).
"John, the usual would you ?" You said, slumping on top of one of the chairs. Sighing, you just stared at the ceiling for a couple of minutes, while John just poured in a glass of (f/d).
"Tough day ?" He asked, handing you the drink while he wiped the table clean.
"Tell me about it." You said, sipping lightly. Chatting with him is nothing but a breeze. The guy understands you, and you understand him. As if like you guys were besties ever since you came. You hanged for a few couple of hours indtead of doing what you were tasked. Sadly, clossing time came by and you had to leave.
"Chat later ?" John asked while he started to close the bar.
"Yeah." You said, leaving the place. Little did you know, that would be the last time chatting with the man named John, meeting him again as a man named Desmond Miles.
A/n : Should I add Kim Noa from AC : Forgotten Temple ? Also, I haven't seen the playthrough of Valhalla, Mirage, Odyssey, and Origins. So I don't know what Eivor, Basim, Alexios, nor Bayek act like. I also apologise if I made the characters too OOC. Been a while since I've write :')