The empty street's silence was only disturbed by the howling of the wind in the distance. His cape fluttered behind his back as he watched over the city, perched atop a bell tower. The air was sweet with the perfume of the spring flowers blooming all across the city and soon the streets would be littered with fallen petals. For everyone else, that night would've been perfect; not too warm nor too cold with a gentle breeze to play with one's locks or shawl as would an innocent child grabbing onto his mother. But not for this man. He knew better than to be fooled by beauty, however it would present itself to him. He drew his lips back, bearing his pearl white teeth as he spotted his targets. He jumped down into a cart of hay strategically placed beforehand right under his post. He could already hear the guards approaching, their armor clinking against the stone streets and announcing their presence to anyone who was in the perimeter. The hooded man jumped out of the cart and silently made his way towards the patrol, skimming his scarred hands over his throwing knives in anticipation of the fight that was to come. As he entered a narrow alley, he knew it was only a matter of seconds before he came face to face with his targets. A shiver of excitement ran down his spine as he picked up the pace.
Just as the man was about to turn the last corner that separated him from his victims, he heard them scream. The hard sound of metal against metal echoed against the bare walls, spurring the man to sprint to see what was happening and who was stealing his kills. The sight his eyes fell upon was a strange one, one he hadn't seen since many years before. A civilian fought valiantly against the Borgia guards, using only a rusty old sword against the sentinels' razor-sharp rapier. Without losing any time, the hooded man sent two of his silver daggers flying, killing instantly the remaining enemies.
The hooded figure walked slowly towards the civilian, leather clad feet making only a soft patter noise against the ground. He stopped a few feet in front of the blood splattered citizen who still held onto his sword with a trembling arm.
"You fight with passion, join the brotherhood and lend your talents to a bigger cause. Join us and make a difference." he asked, voice deep and slightly coarse
The civilian looked at the assassin as a bead of blood rolled down the side of his cheek. There was a moment silence where all that could be heard were the distant cries of the wind and the rustling of the leaves. For a moment, the assassin thought the civilian would refuse but as a light shower of petal started raining down from above them, the citizen pulled out his hand and grabbed the assassin's forearm.
"I will join you."
Under the shadows of his hood, the assassin grinned as he reciprocated the gesture.
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A new recruit, a new friend, a new story
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Do you also want to join the Roma brotherhood? Join the Renaissance: Rome topic at /forum/Assassins_Creed_RolePlay/104490/ and be part of the fun! (To access the link, all you have to do is copy-paste the previous address after the main page of the site)
Hope to be seeing new recruits soon :D