Chapter 1
A weary Arno must seek out a new ally when the French Assassins are purged by Napoleon's forces
Arno's loadout:
-Guillotine Gun, four shots
-Sword of Eden
-Double Barrel Pistol, 16 shots
-Phantom Blade(Single Shot), 8 phantom blades/6 berserk blades
-Throwing knives, 6 knives
-Oil Lantern
-Fearless Assassin Outfit with cloth mask
Leon's loadout:
-Eagle of Suger
-Double barrel pistol, 8 shots
-Phantom Blade,(Single Shot) 6 phantom blades/4 berserk blades
-Ellen will eventually custom-tailor him some robes
Connor's loadout (*=typical of all Colonial Assassins):
-Assassin Tomahawk
-*Double Hidden Blades
-*Paired Double Barrel Pistols, 20 shots
-Bow and Arrows, 12 arrows
-*Throwing knives, 6 knives
-*Rope Darts, 3 blades (can be attached to an arrow to make zip-line)
-Robe will be put in detail in this chapter. They don't poof at his legs out like his in-game ones.
I don't own Assassin's Creed.
Saint-Denis, France; 1794
(Immediately after Ending Cutscene)
Arno handed the strange artifact to one of the Assassins, entrusting the ally to make sure it made Cairo safely. He turned around and looked to Leon. The boy looked up to him, but Arno himself needed to return to Paris. The Brotherhood didn't send any notice to reinstate him, but there were still Templars to kill and politicians to monitor. It was likely Napoleon would not stay in exile for long, and the Assassins were relatively short in number.
Arno remembered what Bellec had said about the American Assassins, they had been rebuilt. He was sure that they never exiled any of their own for taking initiative.
Arno beckoned the boy to his side, walking to the orphanage. "Leon, I need to leave for Versailles tomorrow, grab some of my things. Then, I proceed to Paris. Would you grace me with your presence?"
"Would I ever!"
Paris, France
Arno and Leon arrived on the outskirts of Paris just before nightfall. They stopped at the city border and Arno grabbed his weapons. He was almost overly armed now, the Guillotine Gun strapped to his back, the Sword of Eden on his hip, along with his double-barrel pistol and his phantom blade. If any of the guards or extremists managed to see him, he would have a tough fight on his hands. And he wouldn't be able to leave Leon in the streets…there were no tunnels for him to duck into.
Arno walked through the still busy streets of the less fortunate—less fortunate now that the revolution started…so in other words, the rich. The people here knew about the hooded men…they knew not to mess with them.
He and Leon made it to the bridge between Le Marais and Ile Cite, but something was amiss. Arno looked up behind him and saw nothing, he looked to the roofs and saw nobody. But when he looked BEYOND the rooftops, he saw what was wrong.
A fire.
A fire from the direction of the Cafe Theatre.
The Cafe Theatre was on FIRE!
Arno burst into a sprint, racing to his Parisian home. He saw smoke erupting from the windows and he heard screaming. He ran to the ledge before the river and looked over, seeing Assassins pouring out of the tunnel. He felt a tug on his sleeve and looked down. Leon was pointing across the river and on the bridge.
The National Guard had firing squads lined up, in position to open fire. "INTO THE WATER!" Arno shouted, briefly earning the attention of the infantry, which in turn started unleashing volleys into the crowd of Assassins and at Arno.
Arno grabbed Leon and pulled him into the outer walls of the Theatre. He ran inside, climbing the stairs and heading to his room. He quickly grabbed the watertight box of letter from Elise, a few knives, and his spare field kit. "GRAB MY NECK!" He shouted to Leon.
Leon obeyed and Arno grabbed him, running out across the garden and off of the roof. He jumped off of the building and fell onto the ground. "THERE THEY ARE! KILL THE MURDERERS!"
Arno looked up and saw extremists yelling expletives, trying to lure the guard to Arno. He ran and lunged over the ledge, landing on the river bank and let Leon off. The two dove into the water and swam to the south, where they could get out of the city by river.
LATER…
Arno pulled himself and Leon up onto the river bank, panting and spitting the putrid water from his mouth. They had made the south bank and would have to find a boat…preferably covered. He still had some civilian contacts in the area, which he could use to get out of the city and to a safer place to travel. The Assassin Council was likely dead. He would have to use a fake name.
He looked to Leon, catching his breath, "Perhaps…perhaps it would be wise to recruit some new allies."
"Those men…the ones that were shot…they all had hoods, like you. Why?" Leon asked, his curiosity piqued.
Arno stumbled for a lie, "A few of the…freedom fighters…we agreed to wear hoods. It was supposed to intimidate the enemies of our group."
"That's a lie, but I'm in no mood to argue."
The pair lay in the dirt for a while. Arno's memories were flooding back into his mind. For Leon, questions were his priority. "Where would you recruit new allies? Aren't there enough people fighting the monarchists?"
"Yes, but their not the same caliber of fighters as those men and women were. Our cause is a global one. We dedicate our lives towards peace and the liberty of all. There is a branch in America."
"Why not go to Spain or England? Or Italy?" Leon questioned.
Arno rolled onto his elbow, facing Leon and started picking and the grass. "Because they would bring the old methods and strife to France. We need a more progressive point of view."
"What do you mean?" Asked Leon, rolling onto his side.
"Surely you heard of the colonists who fought the British Empire in the Americas. Well, some of us were involved in that war. But before the American Revolution, we barely had a presence at all. Our enemies had nearly wiped out all of our men there. And the new leader is younger, and most likely has a separate point of view on this pathetic struggle we fight."
"What do you mean pathetic?"
"The people who were in power were beheaded, only to be replaced by insane men and women. Then the military starts terrorizing the people. Why is our battle not worthless? We fight for peace, but can humanity be trusted to lead itself? Or are we always doomed to be at the whim of the more powerful or tyrannical people?"
"Maybe America would be good for you, They rose and fought the strongest empire in the world, and that's something worth fighting for. So we have to fight until the random killings stop. That's why I fight."
Arno thought on Leon's words. Perhaps the boy was right: he can't run forever.
Atlantic Ocean
"Stephane, how are we? Do you think Lafayette will still help us?" Asked a man in a hooded light tan elk-skin robe. Red-dyed Deer-hide outlined the tails of his robe and a bow and quiver decorated his back. A tomahawk laid at his side, and a pair of double barrel pistols hooked on the back of his belt.
"Oi, Connor. Lafayette is an honorable man. He is likely within Paris, so we use the Loire to reach the city."
"This Loyer will fit the Aquila?"
"Loire. She should fit. And do not worry about reaching the center of the city, we only need reach the dock. I have heard a galleon can squeeze through, so your pretty bird should have no problem."
"What about the fighting? Is not all of France nearly destroying itself?"
"We fly the American flag. Nobody in their right mind would attack us now, not after we gave the British dogs the boot. Anyone not in their right mind…well, we have big guns, no?"
Stephane walked to the rail of the Aquila, "Not even the British canons will pierce your new metal hull."
"I am worried more about Templars. The lead on the tractor ends in Paris, and we still have not found his ship."
"Ah yes," Stephan said, "the feared wolf that took on an entire Assassin Armada. The man must be nearly dead of age by now."
"But ships do not age as men do." Connor stopped to think, looking over the stern of the ship, watching the trail his magnificent ship left.. "I would also like to find some more Assassins for our cause. Perhaps unite all of the Brotherhoods under one leader, with the Master Assassins leading in the field."
"Speaking of Master Assassins, is Ellen nearly done with my robe? I do not mean to sound anxious, but the robes are more than clothing an Assassin, it is a symbol."
"I do not know. Achilles made running the entire Colonial Brotherhood seem easy. I can barely stand the six of you."
"Ha Ha, Connor, ha ha." The two simply looked at the waves in the sunset. "Are you comfortable in our language yet?"
"Not entirely. But I am making an effort." Connor said.
"Something not many white men would do for you." The French-Canadian responded
"No."
"You're native tongue still seems…strange to hear. Sometimes I forget you are of Native blood."
"That is why I wear these robes. I may not blend in as well," Stephane made a grunt—he has seen some of the things that Parisians wear, feathers that stood a meter into the air, makeup that made the face white than marble, tights on…—"but I can better express my pride in my heritage."
"In spite of the connard lâche Washington." Deborah said, knowing about the President's decision to sell the land of the Native Tribes. She walked up between the two and jabbed Connor in the side, hurting her hand more than Connor. Damn man's a stone wall.
"Yes. After each of you become earn the rank of Master Assassin, I plan to journey west and establish a relationship with the rest of my tribe. I may not find them, but I can try. I will also preach the way of the Assassin to my people."
"Connor. It may be better that they did move. They aren't pestered by settlers anymore and they have the land they landed on to themselves." Dobby said.
"But they should not of had to move. And what of other tribes in the West? I fear they will be territorial and may harm my family. There are few warriors left to defend my family, and I should have done just that."
If I had not picked up that orb that night, would my tribe be safe, or would their lives be worse? Would Washington have executed them without my involvement? He did burn our village. Connor thought to himself.
Paris, France; 3 days later
Arno and Leon ran along the streets towards the south docks. A ship was supposed to be coming in with a large quantity of food today, and the pair hadn't eaten anything substantial in a few days. The streets were flooding with citizens, and he still had yet to teach Leon to properly scale walls.
Arno followed Leon as the boy melted through the crowd, using his gift to keep track of him. The boy had ran all the way to the wall that separated the water and the land. He saw the ship, a large warship, obviously well-armed. It's crew was most-likely no military, as though the Flag of the infantile America was waving high, the ships hull was not painted like the rest of the American Navy. In fact, the ship looked as though it had metal within the hull…it was dipping lower into the water than a man-of-war.
The French Assassin looked up to the deck of the ship, and what he saw was a miracle. He saw a man at the stern, donning deerskin…he assumed it was deer, what else would it be?
A Native American was the helmsman of a ship…that had never been heard of before. But that wasn't the most surprising part. The man wore a hood.
A beaked hood.
The beak of a Master Assassin.
*On Board the Aquila*
Connor looked over to the city limits through his telescope. People were crowding, most likely not expecting an American ship to go anywhere near France in the chaos of a revolution. He saw men and women pushing each other out of the way to reach the bank in order to see his ship.
Connor ordered all sails in.
He was about to jump down into one of the rowboats when he saw something out of the corner of his eye; on the shore, being ignored by the crowd was a man in a blue tailcoat and a set of leather double-spaulders. Above the brown hide was a blue hood.
He pulled out his telescope and looked at the man.
The man was looking straight back. He pointed to the south of the city. Connor looked that direction and saw the water washing up on secluded shore.
He would just have to oblige if the Assassins were expecting him. He looked back and the man was gone.
What do you think? Should I keep going or not?
I don't know about any relationships besides Connor and Arno's platonic and Arno and Leon's father/son relationships. Maybe the companion app assassins? Bobby is too old for either and I don't know much about how Aveline acts and stuff. She may make an appearance, but I'm not sure.
Again, don't own the Assassin's Creed series…if I did, I would've at least put an Easter Egg with Connor running across the roofs, but NO! Ubisoft passed up the perfect chance to make a game with two separate brotherhoods working together. Or Connor hunting down Shay. COME ONE! GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER UBISOFT!
And I don't want Victorian England, I want a game set in Eden, when the humans start to rise up against the First Civilization, maybe as Eve. Ubisoft wouldn't be bound by history AT ALL!
Well, that's it for today's rant.
Update List:
Chapter 1: January 27, 2015
Chapter 2: January 30, 2015
Chapter 3: February 4, 2015
Chapter 4: February 10, 2015
Chapter 5: February 16, 2015
Chapter 6: February 19, 2015
Chapter 7: February 23, 2015
Chapter 8: February 25, 2015
Chapter 9: March 3, 2015