Assassin's Creed: Downfall
February 1761, Davenport Homestead, Massachusetts
The forest seemed dead. There were no sounds to be heard in this snowy forest. All the trees were quiet and the cold winter air blew across the forest, lifting small swirls of snow into the air. And in the middle of this place was a man with a red coat. He stumbled forward in the deep snow, cursing at the weather. He had a bald head and there was a some kind of war painting on his head. He also had a scar above his left eye. The man kept walking until he reached a beautiful manor. "Finally." He thought as he quickened his pace and went towards it. But the man didn't know he was being watched. Two hooded individuals waited up in the trees, hidden from sight. The two men nodded at each other and then jumped down on the mysterious visitor exactly at the same time. The bald man noticed it just in time. He struggled with the attackers briefly and managed to get himself free, even wounding the other attacker in the face with a quick punch. "You're not welcome here." The hooded attackers said. "Oh, but I am. And you will let me walk right in." The bald man said as he pulled a gigantic axed from the back of his coat. "So how's it going to be? I'd rather not kill you." The hooded men pondered for a while and then stepped aside. The bald man went inside the mansion and went into the kitchen. Then he saw a person sitting near a long wooden table. "Achilles Davenport, I presume?" Said the bald man with a calm voice.
Achilles stood up. He wore a similar hooded robe to his guards, although it was more ornate. He had a dark skin and brown, lively eyes. And yet the bald man saw sadness in them. Achilles leaned on a cane because he was crippled in his last encounter with the assassins."And who are you?" He asked and gave the bald man an angry look. He clearly didn't like unexpected visitors. "You can call me Thomas. I have heard many things about you and your little brotherhood. Your reputation is legendary." He paused a little and then continued: "I was a redcoat once. A proud soldier in The British army. But all that changed when I met the man called Edward Braddock." Achilles nodded. "Yes. I heard about him. The Bulldog had a reputation for cruelty." Thomas looked at Achilles as he talked more. "I eventually learned that Braddock was part of a secret organisation. The templars. Unfortunately, Braddock didn't like me snooping around. So he had my family tortured and imprisoned, while I was disgraced and stripped from my rank. I then hunted The Bulldog for years, wanting to get revenge. But unfortunately, I was too late. Braddock was already killed by his fellow templars apparently. The templars took everything from me, even my revenge. But now, my time has finally come. I have an army. And with the support of your brotherhood, we can eradicate this templar pest from the colonies."
Achilles refused. "No. The templars killed too many of us. We were betrayed. By one of our own. I trusted him like a brother. And thanks to him, the colonial brotherhood is now nearly destroyed. Only a handful of our allies remain. I'm sorry. I don't wish to be a part of this fight anymore. I was defeated." Thomas smirked and grabbed Achilles by the collar, choking him. "Listen old man, the decision is not yours to make. I will do this with or without your approval. Those assassins who still remain alive have already given me their support. But if you want to wallow here in your own self pity instead...well it will be your own shame." Achilles looked at him, seemingly terrified. Thomas was determined to get his revenge on the templars. And soon he would get it. Thomas eventually let go of him. Achilles finally gave his consent. Then a young woman, about 25 years old, stepped in. She was wearing boots and a long hooded light blue silk robe. Her hair was dark and her eyes were bright green. She was carrying a bow with her. Thomas had a devilish smile as he introduced the woman to Achilles. "Meet Delaney. She's a French spy. And she will be a key player in the downfall of our enemies." Delaney shook hands with Achilles and spoke with a heavy french accent: "Pleasure to meet you mentor. I have been trained in the most advanced stealth techniques. It will be a great joy to introduce the templars to the sharp end of my arrows." Achilles was nervous. But it was too late to back down. The plan had already been set in motion.
